Falling for the nerd is hard but falling for him only gets harder when it threatens to take away your status at the top of the social ladder.
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Olivia Thorne had never really...
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The people at my lunch table were talking my ear off about some party that the new guy, Red, was hosting on Friday. They were talking about it like it was the event of the year.
"Liv, are you going to the party?" Callum asked me while chewing on a fry.
"Yeah, sure," I nodded with a small smile on my face.
He took a lock of my black hair in his hand and twirled it. I swatted his hand away and glared at him.
I didn't like when people touched my hair, or rather I didn't like him touching my hair if we weren't screaming each other's names in ecstasy.
Callum and I used to have a thing. It was mostly sex, anyway. Once in a while we hooked up, but since summer, I didn't let him or any other guy touch me.
He always made advances at me and touching my hair was a way of him telling me he wanted me. Our friends always shipped us together since he was the quarterback and I was the star athlete and bitch of the school. It was a perfect match.
Sometimes we made them believe they were right, but we knew the truth. We were always messing around.
Cal laughed and dropped his hand to my thighs, running them up and down. I sucked in a breath but didn't push his hand away. Maybe I should let this one happen.
The guys went on talking and I joined them, laughing when Mark and Matthew, -who are brothers but everyone refers to them as twins, said something funny or when they started quarrelling.
My eyes scanned the cafeteria, and I didn't know who I was looking for till I found him. The nerd was once again looking at me, but instead of a smirk on his face, it was now a scowl. He and some other girl were the only ones seated at his table and for a second my heart sunk at that.
He must be really lonely.
Cal's hand reached the sensitive part between my legs, and I sucked in a breath and looked at him. He had a smirk on his face. He was lucky I wore a skirt.
I leaned in to him, my mouth the same level as his ear. "Five minutes." I said before standing up, muttering, "I need to use the restroom" to my friends before clearing my tray and leaving the cafeteria.
When I got to Sean's closet, I made sure no one was watching before I went in, my heart thumping loud in my chest as I waited for him.
Shortly after Cal came in and before I could say anything, his mouth was on mine, his hands all over my body, touching, squeezing and pleasuring.
At first when we started messing around, it was like every touch from Cal was setting me on fire at the same time pleasuring me, but after a while the fire went out and now it was just pure pleasure.
He wrapped his hands under my thighs before lifting me up and resting me on a surface behind me. His hands went under my skirt, pulling it up and making it to hunch around my waist. His hand skillfully pushed aside my panties and, with no warning, his fingers were inside me.
