I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a bright light aluminizing room. All I wanted to do was stay wrapped up in these blankets that felt oddly unfamiliar. As I started to regain consciousness, I started becoming more aware of my senses and felt a large pair of arms engulfing me, pressing me into someone placed behind me.

I started rubbing my eyes as I woke up, as memorize from last night started coming back to me. I felt hot breath against my neck and lips press against my throat delicately.

"Morning sleepy head" he mumbled lowly from behind me.

I felt my face heat up as recollections from last night flooded my head.

I'm so embarrassed.

I push his arms off me and quickly sit up, realizing that I was only sleeping in my boxers, my clothes discarded on the floor by the bed.

I quickly go to stand up and wince when I do, grabbing the side of the bed.

I can see in my peripheral that he is stretching out behind me and I hear a low chuckle from behind me. "Sorry about that" he says smugly, which only enrages me.

I continue to bend down, trying not to make any more noises out of pain and grab my clothes off the floor, dressing myself quickly so I can leave as soon as possible. Once I get my clothes on I slowly make my way to the door and mumble a quick 'bye' on my way out.

When I go to turn the door knob a firm palm is placed on the door above my shoulder directly beside my head, his arm is lunged out and I can feel him looming over me.

"Clay let me go" I say trying to sound intimidating but falling short as I remember how vulnerable I had let myself be in front of him.

"Turn around" he instructs calmly.

All I can think about is flashbacks from last night. Flashbacks of him telling me to flip over. I shudder at the thought.

"What? Can't face me anymore? Where did all your confidence go George" he eggs me on and as much as I know what he is doing, it fires something in me anyway to try and prove him wrong so I turn slowly to face him. He keeps his arm positioned on the door, leaning over me.

He leans in closer and I make eye contact just when I see his cocky smirk that I loathe return on his face, "good boy" he whispers tauntingly. I push him away from me and he tumbles back laughing to himself.

"You're not funny" I scold.

"It wasn't a joke" he shrugs, "you admitted it last night"

He turns to go pick up his shirt to put it on and I find myself staring at the muscles on his back.

"Oh I'm Clay's good boy!" he says mocking my whiny tone from last night.

"Shut the fuck up!" I hiss my face becoming beet red. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid.

"I'm gonna change your contact name on my phone to that" he says while picking up his phone from his bedside table.

"Wh- no! Are you crazy? I hate you so much its unbelievable!" I scream feeling the need to pull the hair out of my head.

"I mean I don't think you hate me anymore Davidson" he grins largely.

"You know it takes two people to fuck Robinson" I say while raising one of my eyebrows.

"Yeah but at least I wasn't the one begging for it" he challenges.

I fall speechless unable to come up with a good enough comeback so I turn around and leave his room. "Don't ever speak to me again!" I scream from his hallway as I leave his house.

After a couple of days we go back to school and I have to wear large hoodies and turtle necks to hide the red and purple marks that have been made on my neck. However it is harder to hide than you think since Florida is so goddamn hot and I play football so I have to change out of it for practice.

I've tried my best to avoid Clay, even though he has been silently hinting at small things that only I would understand but in large groups of people, making me extremely flustered.

For example, at lunch today when we were in the cafeteria he would ask me in front of everyone why I was wearing a turtleneck saying it was out of my style and I said something along the lines of 'its making a comeback' which was dumb because who the hell wears turtlenecks.

And then in first period when we were all sitting together Nick made some joke about us being secretly in love to which I replied 'never in a billion years' to which Clay fired back with 'that's not what you said the other night'.

And even though it was some innocent joke that no one else would catch onto it just felt more, I don't know? Meaningful since it was technically the truth.

I felt like he had something over me and I hated it. I hated how any time I would try to bicker with him like he used to he would now always have the upper hand.

But the most annoying thing of all.

Was the fact that I couldn't stop replaying the events in my head that had went down that night.

At first it wasn't on purpose, but after awhile I felt myself doing it voluntarily as much as I hate to admit it. I had never felt that good before. He made me feel the best I have ever felt in my life and now I feel drawn to him.

I feel lust towards him.

But it just can't happen, not again.

I would try to finger myself, but nothing compared to him.

And it would piss me off how yet again, Clay was good at something else.

But apart of me thinks he feels the same. That it isn't just me who thought the 'hate sex' was good. The way he has been looking at me recently has made me realize that he also must have enjoyed it as much as myself. And I also love how its just our little secret, because if he had told the school I would have denied, denied, denied.

So while I was at practice I tried to clear my head of all of that and focus on the ball and the drills we were doing. It was hard because Clay was also here but I managed pretty well. I need to focus because next week I will be flying out to Arizona State University for the week and staying in the dorms. They are offering me a free trip as well as other people who have been selected to go and we will all be staying in the same hallway to get the experience there to see if we would like it. I can't wait, I get to train with the team and its all for free!

After practice we go back to the changerooms and the boys start showering like normal as I change to go home.

"Woah Davidson getting some action!" I feel a large hand clasp down against my bare shoulder and a few of my teammates banging the lockers around me 'cheering me on'.

I roll my eyes keeping my gaze on my shirt as I turn in the right way to put it over my head.

"Whose the lucky fella?" Alex asks nosily.

"You stink get away from me" I joke making some distance between us as I take a seat on the bench to take my shoes off.

"Oh so we are keeping secrets now?" He continues to snoop around in my business.

"Sorry I don't kiss and tell"

"Wow what a gentleman" Nick chimes in sarcastically.

"What can I say, I don't need to flaunt anytime I get some action" I say causing Nick and a couple of the others to laugh.

"Low blow George" Alex frowns shaking his head.

Its kind of amusing how much Alex would talk about any girl he would fuck at our parties. I would never fuck him and not only because he is a dumb idiot but because he has the biggest mouth in the whole school. So if you do fuck him chances are everyone will know by the time he finishes.

"Just like your mother" I say adjusting my bag on my shoulder while sauntering out of the changeroom hearing the reaction that comment had caused erupt behind me.

"Fuck you asshole!" Alex yells after me causing me to grin.

When I arrive at home I shower and start doing some homework. I like getting it done on Monday so I don't have to worry about me having it all pile up by the end of the week. I put my air pods in as I work, shuffling through one of my more layback playlists so I don't get too distracted.

After about an hour, my music pauses do to a sound of a pinging coming through my phone which annoys me cause it throws me off my concentration.

I turn my phone over to see who had texted me.

Dumbass Prick : I can't get your pretty noises out of my head.

I immediately pause my music, rereading it like I didn't read it right the first time.

So it has been affecting him the same way it has been affecting me? I smile to myself. Well that's good to know. Now he looks desperate texting me first.

I start giggling like a high school girl texting their crush. Why is this so much more fun then I remember?

Do I have a crush on him?

Maybe I do, I mean that text alone got my full attention, I even closed my school book.

Me : Ur obsessed

I flop down on my bed biting my lip as I grin down at my phone. I watch the screen anticipating on what he will say next.

Dumbass Prick : How so?

Me : I mean I can't even see you and I can tell how desperate you are

I type and send confidently. Finally I feel my confidence coming back to me. It has been awhile but in this moment I feel as if I have the upper hand.

Dumbass Prick : If I admit it will you come over?

Me : Maybe

I see the three bubbles appear then disappear.

Dumbass Prick : Fine, I am

Dumbass Prick : Now come over.

I can feel his eagerness through the screen and it drives me insane knowing how much power I hold in this situation.

Me : Cool. Night Clay.

I decide I won't let him have it this easy. I don't want him knowing that he isn't the only one who is secretly wanting this badly.

I even find it hard to not give in and just go over since pleasuring myself isn't enough anymore. But I know I don't want him to have it as easily as he thinks he does, I like being a challenge.

And I also don't want anyone getting in my head before going to Arizona next week. That's what I need to be focusing on not some dumb boy I hate.

*Ding*

I scramble to grab my phone at the sound.

Dumbass Prick : Stop playing games Davidson.

Okay maybe he's some dumb boy I don't particularly hate.