Can't Have You

Maya, Straight A student, all the girls love her, all the guys want her. Except one. Or so it seems.

Will her new teacher happen to be the one who will be able to break down Maya’s walls and break her out of a lifetime of habits?

Or will she be able to tempt him over to the 'dark' side where life is about fun, flirting and no cares in the world.

It’s something many girls think about but it’s something Maya lives her life by. Just fun. No strings attached.

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1. The Place They Call High School

School. Who the fuck thought this load of crap up? I mean seriously, what psychotic maniac felt the need to suggest that we youth should have to be subjected to hours of pointless lecturing from teachers on subjects we had no interest in. And to top it all off, they decided that school should start at the grand old time of 8:45am. It’s the middle of summer, I have frostbite even wrapped tightly in my bed covers and I’m almost positive that somewhere in the country there are still people happily dreaming away.

I rubbed my eyes harshly, trying to clear the dreamy fog from my eyes. Stretching out my limbs and releasing the tension that had built up as I slept, I reluctantly rolled out of my bed and dragged my feet over to the window. I pulled open my purple curtains and let the bright summery sun burst through and illuminate my room.

I paused for a second and rested my head against the hot glass of the window, my warm breathe tingling my skin. I took a moment to gaze out at the quiet street before me. Everything seemed so peaceful, so calm.

I soon tore myself from my thoughts as I made way over to my closet, contemplated my outfit before deciding on a pair of dark wash super skinny jeans, a simple white tank top and an oversized varsity jacket I had acquired over the weekend. I laid the outfit on my bed before grabbing a set of underwear and heading into my bathroom.

I stripped out of my plain t-shirt and shorts and stepped into the shower. Once I had finished showering, I stepped out and wrapped a fluffy towel around my body, walking towards the sink where I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I coated my skin in a layer of delicious smelling tinted lotion and added a squirt of sweet candy perfume for added effect. I then applied my makeup, being sure to enhance my eyes with smoky grey eye shadow and mascara and my lips with some soft pink lip gloss.

I dropped my towel and walked back into my room where I put on my underwear and outfit. I then sat down at my table and took out my blow dryer, blasting my hair dry before using my curling iron to neaten up the waves that had begun to form. I gave myself a final once over in the mirror before leaving the room. Well if I really have to go to that hellhole I may as well look good doing it, I thought.

I started to make my way down the stairs, grabbing my black pumps on the way out. You may be thinking, now who on earth wears heels to school? But what can I say; I like to think the way a person looks says a lot about them. Plus, I basically live in heels. I could smell the sweet scent of fresh pancakes wafting towards me and as I entered the kitchen, I could see my mother dishing some out onto a plate. She had her back to me and was humming to herself as she served up two plates, incorporating a few dance moves into the mix. My lips turned up into a smile at the sight and a soft chuckle escaped my lips. As the sound broke through the quite surroundings, she turned around and smiled back when she saw me.

“Morning sweetie,” she sung. “How did you sleep?”

“Amazingly, thanks mum. Well, amazingly until a dreadful beeping sound woke me up,” I frowned.

“Really?” She smiled, raising an eyebrow. “And would that dreadful sound have happened to be your alarm by any chance?” I nodded in disgust whilst my mum laughed at my childish behavior.

"You see, my mum and I have an amazing relationship with my bed, we never fight or argue and I know I can talk to her about anything. Well, almost anything. There is just one thing keeping is apart, the arlam clock its just so jealous, you know? Once I had sat down and eaten breakfast with my mum she chuckled, I checked the time and saw it was 8:30.

15 minutes until the term officially started. Joy.

I let out a deep sigh and grabbed my bag with my books and any other random crap I could fit in there and started towards the front door.

“Mum,” I called. “I gotta go and be enlightened to some more wonders of the world at the place that I believe they call high school.” My mum made her way towards me and embraced me in a loving hug.

“It won’t be that bad honey. It’ll be over before you know it. Plus it’s your senior year, you’ve got to make the most of this last year,” she encouraged. I smiled weakly back at her, showing her I was at least trying.

“Yeah, I guess so. Plus I feel like I’ve not seen everyone in ages. It should be nice to catch up on everything in Londoni since I’ve been away. Who’s bitching about who… Who’s dating who... You know, the usual.”

“Maya!” My mother laughed, shaking her head. She leaned in for a kiss and in response I recoiled quickly.

“Woah, woah, watch it there. Lip gloss,” I stated simply and pointed to my lips. What can I say? I’m kinda high maintenance. My mum chuckled again at my ways.

“What am I going to do with you hey?” I smiled innocently at her and embraced her once again.

“I love you mum.”

“I love you too,” she replied. “Now get in, what is it to you kids nowadays? Bitchin’?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I can be down with the kids as well. Get in your bitchin’ car and get to school before you’re late. That car is far too pretty and expensive for it to just be sitting in the driveway.”

“See you later mum,” I called over my shoulder before hopping into my black Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder. You’re probably wondering how I afforded this car. Probably thinking I’m some kind of ‘rich bitch’.

I guess to some extent you wouldn’t be wrong.

I mean my mum is a realtor here in London. To be more specific, in Kensington and Chelsea, the two richest areas of London. My mom works damn hard for the money she earns and to enable us to live the lifestyle that we do and for that I will be forever grateful. I couldn’t ask for a better mom.

My father on the other hand could so with a few improvements to put it nicely. He’s a managing director of some huge law firm and is away from home. A lot. I may be barely 18 years old and still a high school student and never have been in a serious relationship, but I know when things are starting to get bad.

I know when a man isn’t being completely honest with his wife. I know when he isn’t being completely faithful to his wife. And to put it bluntly, I know when a man, my father, is fucking every bitch that walks by his office door.

Ha, maybe that’s where my appalling choice in men comes from. The terrible example I had from my father. Hey, who am I kidding? That’s exactly where it comes from but that’s another story for another day. I sent a final wave in my mum’s direction before backing out of the drive and heading towards school.

And so it begins…
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