"What are you planning to do tonight?" Clay watches me intently, as I swallow my burger, washing it down with Pepsi. I keep silent, holding his gaze without really seeing him.

What am I planning to do? Fuck Ava to oblivion if I can finally corner her somewhere on campus. The girl has skills like a fucking spy, because she navigates through this place without letting me get my hands on her. Wherever I go, she either already left, or wasn't there at all. Of course I could wait for her near her dorm, or even better in her room, but I'm sure as hell she wants to keep it a secret. Especially from her bitchy roommate.

"Colt?" I blink, refocusing my attention on my best friend.

"Have you seen Ava?"

He breaks into a smile, eyes full of laughter. The jerk knows I like her, and that I can actually use his help. I don't want to put on another act, I'm too tired for it. "I did."

Fucker! Do I need to pull every word out of him? "When?"

"Yesterday." Clay sips his drink, holding my gaze and enjoying this moment to no end. "She was waiting for Layla. They were going shopping."

Shopping, my ass. Opening her message and seeing her boobs in some sporty bra with a glimpse of her abs with yet another piercing, I cursed like a mad man. I was both frustrated and horny in an instant. There is something about her that makes me lose my head. As if I just flipped a switch and my mind shifts to only one thing - being completely obsessed with Ava. I desperately want to have her, not only in my bed, but also in my life... and that's why this shit scares me to death. What if she never feels the way I do? So far it has been only fun and games for her, and while I'm happy to play along, I know it won't be like that for long. With all my issues, I need to know she likes me and feels the same way I do... I just need it.

"Do you know where I can find her?" I lick my lips and grasp my drink in my hand. My mouth is as dry as the Sahara desert, so I wolf down my Pepsi and set my glass back on the table.

"She loves to read," he shrugs his shoulders. "And she's often in the library. From what I know, she prefers studying in the quietness there, rather than in her dorm room."

"The library?" I cock an eyebrow at my best friend and he nods. "I definitely didn't expect that answer."

"Man, you have no idea what a wild little thing she is." He guffaws, his head falling back. "The other day, I grabbed her book to see what she was reading and it was porn. It was about some dude fucking his stepsister for the first time."

I snort, shaking from laughter. Actually, that part doesn't surprise me. She has a very dirty mind, and a filthy mouth. It's something I gathered about her, myself. Yet, the library? A good girl with a wild side, that's who she is. No doubt about it. "Stepsister, huh? That's why you were late?"

"Shut it, dude." Clay becomes defensive instantly, folding his arms across his chest. "It was enough she mocked me, no need to rub it in. Plus, I wanted to talk to her about the stupid bet I made with Baker, and her book screwed up my mind so I forgot about it. Dammit! She told me to call her, but I don't want to tell her that on the phone."

"You don't talk about stuff like that on the phone." I point out, and he curtly nods his head. "You will need to apologize."

"Exactly." He looks around, twisting his lips into a pout. "I hope he doesn't try anything with her, you know? I don't mind wearing a dress and makeup if I lose fairly, but... that's not how Adam Baker operates. Especially when she keeps telling him off, over and over again."

"He can always try." I hiss, balling my fists involuntarily and clenching my jaw. If that fucker touches her, I will destroy him.

"Wow..." Blinking, I meet my best friend's gaze. It's full of amusement and also warmth. Why is he staring at me like that? "You really like her, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"I knew it! Totally called it! Maaaaaan, I want to hug you right now." Clay murmurs, bursting out with laughter.

"Fuck off." I scoff, standing up. "See you tomorrow."

He puts his hand on his belly, calming down and staring at me with growing interest. Rodgers is a nosey asshole, but the truth is, he's the most loyal person I have ever met and I know I can trust him.

"Are you going to the library?"

"Maybe." I smirk, snatching my backpack. I haven't been in the library for two years for sure, but to finally get to see her? I would go to the end of the fucking earth.

"I still need to talk to her," he says lazily. "Maybe I should come with you."

"Don't you fucking dare." I threaten him with a smile on my face, and he laughs again. "Bye Clay."

"Bye Colt-oh-n," Rodgers moans and I show him my middle fingers. Moron.

I turn around, ambling to the hallway. I quickly go to the bathroom, wash my hands and pop some gum into my mouth. Running my fingers through my hair, I heave a sigh and head to the library. It's highly possible she won't be there, and even if I text her to ask about her whereabouts, she never tells me. I don't really have any other choice except going blindly and hoping for the best.

Stepping into the library, I draw the attention of two guys who are sitting at the table closest to the door. Though, they quickly return their focus to their books, not paying attention to me at all. I look around, registering one girl on a bean chair, a librarian at her desk and finally her at the farthest table on this floor. Gotcha! A smile blooms on my lips, as I quietly stroll in her direction. She sits with her back turned to me, typing on her laptop and is completely oblivious to my presence. While my body comes to life with just a sight of her. I'm whipped, aren't I?

I stop behind her back, hovering over her and bending my head lower to her ear. "What are you doing?" I ask, noticing how she shivers. She slowly turns her head and meets my gaze. Her lips part and she looks at me as if she's in daze. "Ava?"

She blinks, allowing her mouth to curl into a smile. "I certainly know what I'm NOT doing." With how she keeps her eyes glued to my face, I know she's controlling herself. And it's something that I want to fix... I want her to lose control and let her guard down. For me.

Smirking, I move the chair next to her a little and plop myself down on it. "You're not talking to me, am I right?"

"Smart boy." Ava purrs, averting her gaze and continuing typing on her laptop. Though, it's just a pretense. She's watching me. I take my book out of my backpack, put it on the table, place my elbow on my knee and lower my chin on my hand, opening the book with my other hand. I don't really care what others think about my presence or what I am going to do here, since I am sitting with my back turned to all of them, but I will put this act on for her. This girl has no idea what I'm going to do.

I glance at her sideways, noticing as she turns her head to her right, observing what people in the library are doing. She is still trying to type, and that's even adorable. So much determination! I drag my sight down her body, taking in all the details. Her white tee sculpts her chest as a second skin, making her boobs look bigger and her waist narrower, a black skirt, which ends way higher than her knees and dotted tights.

I inch slightly towards her and put my hand on her knee. Ava stirs, her typing becomes slower and she looks down. Leaning to her ear, I slide my palm up under her skirt, discovering with a surprise that she's wearing stockings. It makes everything a thousand times better. "From 1 to 5 how long do you think you will be able to keep quiet?"

Her eyes dart to me, and all that I see is defiance. She's up for a challenge, I have no doubts. "A hundred," she rumbles, biting her bottom lip.

Our eyes lock, and neither of us is ready to look away. My palm reaches her panties, and my finger brushes her clit through the fabric. Once, twice, circling with calculated slowness. She slides further in her chair, setting her legs apart a bit more and giving me a better angle. Dammit! I want her to lose her mind, but so far it looks like it will be me all over again. She holds my gaze, stubbornly staying quiet.

I smirk, shifting and leaning my elbow on the table. Facing her, I slide my fingers down, feeling her wetness. She's fucking dripping. Jesus Christ! I narrow my eyes, my breathing becomes heavy and shallow. My cock is hard, strained against my jeans, just because I'm touching her.

Adding more pressure, I massage her nub through her panties, eyes peeled to her face. Her eyebrows knit together, and she vigorously chews on her bottom lip. Blush grows on her cheeks, and a few wild locks fall down out of her bun. It's getting harder and harder for her to keep quiet with each movement of my fingers, and I'm loving it. Every second of it.

Moving her panties aside, my finger dips into her core, literally sliding inside her without any problem. Her eyes grow round, and I see her swallowing with difficulty. "Why did you stop typing, Ava? Is there a problem?" I ask, whispering and taking my finger out of her. She shoots me with a glare, but keeps silent. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Ava shakes her head, closing her eyes. I press my thumb to her swollen clit, massaging it thoroughly. She pants, her hips rotate together with the movements of my finger. She's desperate in her desire to come, and I decide to indulge her... making her break her promise at the same time. Her breathing quickens, and her palm absentmindedly flies to her breast. She squeezes it, shutting her eyes harder, and finally lets out a quiet moan. More like a whimper, but I will take it nonetheless.

I double my efforts, and she shudders in no time, exhaling loudly with her orgasm. A legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back of her head, type of orgasm, and I'm so damn proud of myself. As if I just won a Stanley Cup.

Her eyelashes tremble and she timidly opens her eyes, meeting my gaze at once. I fix her panties, moving away and just admiring the flushed look on her face. Her bun is messy, her cheeks are reddened and her chest is rising and falling rapidly. Yet, she doesn't look away, raking her eyes over my face. I have no idea what she sees, but she heaves a sigh and runs her palms over her skirt and sits up straight.

"I think it was two." I comment, laughter loud in my voice. "From 1 to 5, you keeping quiet was a two. Not a hundred for sure."

"I hate you," she hisses, but it's so unconvincing that I even laugh. No, baby, you don't.

Gathering my things, I hide my book back into my backpack and rise to my feet, draping it over my shoulder. It's funny how her eyes instantly drop to my crotch. Ava licks her lips, eyeing the bulge in my pants. I want to tell her that she's the only one who has this effect on me, the only one who gets me off like when I was younger, a horny teen. I want to tell her so many things... but I can't. It's not the place and not the time... She doesn't want to have anything more with me than sex. At least for now.

"Are you... leaving?" She asks, her voice trembling.

I lower my head, my eyes boring into hers. "Even if I want to stay and fuck you, bending you over this table, I need to go. I have some errands to run before I go home."

She twists her lips into a scowl, looking angry. With me? Or herself? I frown, watching her in confusion. I played my part to a T, but what if it was too much? "Okay."

Okay? And my dignity just waved me goodbye. Disappearing into the midst of Ava's chaos. "How about you come with me? I need to drop my stuff in the locker room." It's my last straw of hope, and if it fails, I'm done.

"To the ice rink? No, thanks." She snaps at me, grasping her laptop in her hands and pulling it to her. Her sight is on her screen, as if I no longer exist.

I thread my fingers through my hair, shake my head and take a step back. "See you around then."

"Uh huh." Fucking perfect! What did the girl you like say to you after you gave her orgasm? Uh huh. I'm a freaking loser!

Veering around, I edge to the door. My shoulders are squared, my head is high, but my heart is so heavy, so each step takes a toll on me. It's hard to breathe, almost suffocating. For the first time in my entire life I met a girl, who turned my world upside down. Fucked me up inside my head and made me brainless. I feel alive around her, and empty once she's not with me. Her behavior is confusing and irritating, and it is totally driving me nuts.

The door slams behind me and I trudge in the direction of the ice rink. 10 minutes and I will be free to go home and throw myself a pity party. I definitely need it. Just as I'm about to enter the locker room, I feel my phone vibrate. I take it out of my pocket, unlock the screen and take a deep breath. She sent me three new messages, and I'm not so sure I want to know what they say. Fuck it!

🍯: Sorry for my behavior. I kinda didn't expect you to leave.

🍯: And sorry for snapping at u... U didn't deserve it. The ice rink and I don't get along, so...🤷🏻‍♀️

A lopsided grin forms on my face, and it feels as if I can freely breathe again. Though her final message makes me laugh so hard, that I even press my forehead to the wall to steady myself.

🍯: Thank u for the O in the library. Not sure whether to be mad at u, or be grateful. How about going to the movies tomorrow? It's dark and gives more privacy

Calming down, I send her my answer. There is no way in hell I will fuck her for the first time anywhere except in my bed. It's absolutely out of the question, and I won't change my mind no matter what.

📱: I'll buy tickets and send you the details. And we're not fucking in the movie theater.

🍯: Sounds like a challenge

Damn her!