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.


2. What's Your Name Agin?

I pulled into the school parking lot and parked my car slowly, hoping to waste as much time as possible. I cut the engine and checked my appearance in the mirror, scrunching my hair to give it extra volume and applied another coat of lip gloss, ensuring my lips looked even more voluptuous. I grabbed my bag and slammed my car door shut, my heels clicking against the concrete as I walked into the vast school building.

The hallways were buzzing as students moved as slowly as possible, hating the fact they were back at school. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and walked down the hall to my locker.

“Hey, Maya. You’re looking great today as usual,” I heard a voice call. I turned my head and saw that it was Jessica from my math class. I shot her a quick smile and returned the compliment as I continued down the hall.

“Yo Maya! You’re looking mighty fine today. What I’d do to get in those jeans,” I heard a male voice say. I smirked as I glanced over my shoulder and met the eyes of a tall tanned guy, whose hair was almost black and slightly spiky. He was wearing a pair of slightly baggy jeans, an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt and a pair of dunks. His stance was cocky and he leaned slightly to one side.

It was guys like this who loved girls like me.

I bit my lip and smirked before walking over to him and standing so close our chests were only inches apart and my lips tickled his ear.

“Well, if you sit next to me in first period, maybe we can continue this conversation,” I breathed sultrily and simply walked away, my hips swaying from side to side. I could hear a chorus of other deep voices making comments like ‘you’re so in there’ and ‘you get to bang Fisher tonight.’

I quietly laughed to myself as I arrived at my locker at the fact that this guy thought he was so special in being able to, as his friends put it, ‘get to bang me’. Truth was it was nothing new. It’s a new guy each week but whatever, that’s just what works for me.

The bell signaling the start of first period sounded and I checked my timetable to make sure I hadn’t changed rooms. Nope, still in room 113. Economics. Fun. I closed my locker and started to climb the stairs hearing a few wolf whistles from behind me and entered my Economics class. I sat right in the back corner hoping that that way I would be able to get away with not focusing and just staring out the window or messing around in my blackberry. I heard the chair next to me scrape against the floor as it was pulled back and someone took their seat.

“Hey sexy,” they breathed. I looked up was face to face with the guy from just moments earlier in the corridor.

“Well hey yourself,” I replied sending him a flirtatious smile. There was no denying that this guy was hot. I rested my hand on his knee and started to rub random patterns through the denim under the table.

“So,” I said innocently. “What’s your name again?” He opened his mouth to reply and as he did so, I inched my hand higher, now rubbing his inner thigh. He took a sharp intake of breath and I noticed his Adam’s apple bob in his throat from the corner of my eye. He seemed to compose himself quickly and shook his head subtly as if to clear his thoughts.

“Nico,” he replied.

“Nice name.” He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m glad you think so because I hope you’ll be screaming it later,” he said cockily, and I could see his confidence growing by the second. Time to take him down a notch, I thought to myself. I inched my hand even higher so that it was now resting on his crotch and slowly palmed him through his jeans. I saw his chest rise instantly as his breathing stopped. I smirked internally and the effect one simple move had had on him.

“I hope so to,” I returned and turned my head so that I was facing him. I glanced down at my hand that was resting on his crotch and once again played innocent.

“Oh look at that,” I gasped. “Sorry, I really should have more control.” I removed my hand and placed it back on the desk in front of me whilst batting my eyelids slowly. I could hear his breathing start up again but at a much more accelerated rate and his face had become flushed, tinted pink. He swung his arm around the back of my chair and leaned in close to me.

“How about we get out of here for a few minutes and explore a whole different kind of utility you can get from my services?” I chuckled at his lame attempt at an Economics joke and bit my lip.

“Show me the way soldier,” I replied. His eyes lit up and darkened almost immediately with lust, almost as if he hadn’t expected me to agree to go with him. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bustling classroom, the teacher still not present, and almost ran down the corridor looking for a vacant room, me trailing in my heels.

“In here,” he panted, out of breath and pulled us into a deserted janitor’s closet.

How stereotypical.

He closed the door quickly behind us and slid a mop through the door handle in order to keep it locked whilst we did the inevitable. He spun back around to face me and I pushed my body fiercely up against his, feeling his chest rise and fall with every laboured breath and his hands trailing every curve of my body.

“Are you ready for the ride of your life?” I questioned.

He nodded eagerly and the lights went out.
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