By perturbedpercy
AN: Wow, a third one! I'm on a roll. Okay, well, here comes a twist! Hope you like it! Yay, I'm excited! There will be some time leaps, but they are pretty basic and easy to follow. :)
Chapter 3: Be Still My Beating Libido
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It was him.
No, not him. But him—the living embodiment of my knight in shining armor astride his gallant steed.
Except, his steed was a Harley and his armor consisting of various piercings and a very soft looking leather jacket.
But who cares? Can we say "yummy?"
He was gorgeous, absolutely breath-taking, utterly breast-tingling.
Ew. Did I just say that? Oh whatever, he's hot.
It was his wild platinum hair.
It was his ice-blue eyes, his full, lick-able lips, his smooth, pale skin…
Hell, it was everything about him; he exuded sex-god.
Yeah, and I'm the virgin sacrifice, willing and screaming "take me now!" just so I could spend eternity in his blessed hands. Mm…
Whoa! Snap out of it Samantha! This was no time to be lusting after the new guy!
You're a girl on a mission! You have to find a guy that might actually be in your league.
Focus!
Focus…focus on his handsome face, his generous mouth, his kissable throat…
Damn.
Man, if I don't get out of here soon, my head will explode. Either that or I'll faint from blood loss: along with the dozen other girls panting at the mere sight of him.
I don't think Dr. Smithy will like that very much; it'll interrupt his bug-collecting time.
Gathering up my dignity, which was currently a pool of hormonal goop, I tore myself from the new hunk, ready to head to homeroom.
That's when I noticed him staring at me, his spectacular blue orbs freezing the breath between my lips. I almost died right then and there—if I hadn't fainted first.
Oh well, first things first.
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'Hey, sweet cakes, you okay?' A very masculine voice called out to me from the swirling blackness of unconsciousness.
Huh? What happened?
Ew. And when did I drink a Pina Colada?
Cautiously I opened my eyes, my vision swimming before focusing on a very concerned Dr. Smithy. 'Miss, are you feeling better?'
'Ugh, what happened?' I asked, letting out a burp. Yay, that hit the spot.
Wait, did he just call me "sweet cakes?" Don't think about it Sam, it's too weird.
And gross times a billion. Ick.
'It seems that you fainted and hit your head on the way down. At least that is what this nice gentleman told me,' the speckled man reported, waving his hand at an obscure figure to my left.
Huh? Nice gentleman? There were nice gentlemen at Jefferson?
Don't tell me I missed another memo.
Slowly, I turned to the "gentleman" I assumed Dr. Smithy was referring too, nearly crapping my pants at who it was.
Him!? Hot boy? Sex-god?
Kill me now. Please. I'll be real good, I swear, just don't let him…
'Samantha is it?'
…know my name. Damn.
'Um, yeah.' I mumbled. Good job, become mute. I'm sure he finds that attractive—a fainting, burping mute. I could feel my mutinous blush invade my cheeks, the room suddenly getting very warm.
'Hey. You feeling okay? You fell pretty hard.' He grinned. Oh god, he had dimples!
Don't look Sam, for God's sake, don't look!
I looked. What can I say, I have no willpower. Damn id.
Man, I could have died and gone to heaven. They were that stunning.
Conner Darling, you have met your match. And his name is sex-god.
Wait, why was I thinking about Conner Darling, of all people?
I shook my head to clear the disturbing thoughts—whoops, bad idea. Clutching my head in my hands, I groaned. Will the pain ever stop?
Suddenly, a cool hand laid itself on my forehead, chasing away the sharp throbs. Mm, that felt good.
Instinctively, I leaned into it, practically purring as I heard a muffled chuckle from my left—a very masculine chuckle (Aha! So, he was the "sweet-cakes" perpetrator!).
I quickly pulled away only to see a very amused looking sex-god, his ringed hand inches away from my forehead.
'What's so funny?' I demanded, glaring daggers at the chuckling culprit.
Me? Defensive? Insecure? Puh-lease, I am so above that.
The mystery boy just shrugged and leaned back in his chair, making me uncomfortably aware of how tight his black shirt fit him. Oh my. Was that a six-pack under there?
I resisted the urge to leap across the bed and "see" if there was.
'I just thought it was cute how you were purring.' He responded innocently as he smoothly lifted his right eyebrow, its barbell piercing glinting wickedly at me.
Well, I aim to please.
Wait a minute. I didn't purr, I practically purred. Right? By the look on his face, I would say that was a no. Great, now I'm a fainting, burping, mute cat.
Frantically I searched the room for the conveniently absent Dr. Smithy. Ugh, damn you and your beetle-fetish. You're not supposed to leave two teenagers alone with easy access to a bed!
'The name's Julian by the way.' Huh? Oh, he's talking. Correction, he's talking to me. Wow. Charlotte would have shit a brick if she heard this.
'Uh, hi.' Speak! Speak! 'Um, thanks for getting Dr. Smithy when I, you know…' Okay, that was somewhat better.
'Oh, I didn't get him.'
Huh? 'Okay, then who did?'
'No one.' Julian—I know his name!! Eat your heart out CT!—replied, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
Uh, was I missing something here?
'Then, how did I get here?' I was seriously confused and out of breath. Damn him, stop smiling! You're a freaking dimple-god; I get it!
'I carried you.'
Okay, you know how I said "kill me now" about ten minutes ago? Scratch that. Kill me now.
'You carried me?' I repeated dumbly. This could not be happening. This was a dream, just a dream…
'Yup.'
'Ah…' What do I say to that?
'And you know what I suggest?' I shook my head wordlessly as he leaned conspiratorially towards me, a smirk gracing his handsome face. 'Ditch the sport bras.'
Um, excuse me, wasn't I supposed to die fifteen seconds ago!?
Wait. How did he know I wore sport bras? Very Victorian-like, I clasped my hands in front of my chest indignantly. The little perv!
But that's not even the worst part. I did perhaps the stupidest thing in the world. It will go down in history as the thing not to do when cornered by a living, teenage sex-god.
Slap him.
Let's just say he wasn't too happy. Not at all.
'What the hell!?' He yelled, leaping out of his chair, hand cradling his quickly reddening cheek. I couldn't answer him; I just stared blankly at the offending hand, the tingles spreading through my body before everything went black.
Again.
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'Samantha? Hey, girl, you okay?'
'Ugh…' Why did it hurt everywhere?
And when did I drink a Pina Colada!? Could someone just tell me please? Honestly…
'CT?' Slowly, I opened my eyes once more to find myself in Dr. Smithy's office. 'What happened?'
'Well, I was hoping you could tell me that.' She answered, a worried look painted on her delicate features.
'If I knew, I would tell you, but …' I paused—something was amiss. 'Wait, where's Julian?'
'Julian? Who's Julian?'
Oh don't tell me I dreamed the whole thing. I bet the colleges would just love to see: "Experiences grandeur delusions with Grade-A sex-gods" on my application.
I'd be a choice candidate for the University of Whack-jobs and Over-sexed Teens.
'Um, no one. Sorry.' Please believe me, please believe me.
'Ah, okay, if you say so.' She didn't look totally convinced, but let it slid nevertheless.
Haha,Charlotte probably thinks I hit my head harder than she thought…which is probably true. 'Look, Sam, I've got to go, the bell is about to ring, but I'll pick up your notes for Psych and Calc, k?'
'Oh, yeah, sure, that'd be great. Thanks CT.'
'No problem, girl. Just rest and get better. Lin will be around during seventh; she would have been here now, but that dipshit Mrs. Collins wouldn't let her leave. Goodness, it's only keyboarding.' Giving me a farewell hug and a get-well kiss, Charlotte quickly exited the infirmary, leaving me all by my lonesome.
Anyway, so instead of surrendering myself to the whims of my lecherous thoughts—we all know how dangerous those can be—I decided to go back to sleep. I just hoped a certain dimple-blessed motorcycle hottie wouldn't invade my dreams.
Ha, good luck with that.
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Next Day
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'Oh. My. God! Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner!?'
'Ugh, please Lin, not so loud…' I swear, if that girl shrieked any louder, only dogs could hear her.
I mean, here I was minding my own business in homeroom, searching high and low for my dimple-god—just to make sure he didn't exist, of course—, when Lin comes bounding in, shrieking, her pigtails swinging very cheerleader-esque behind her.
It is 7:30 in the morning! Can she be a little more happy!? Ugh, I need aspirin bad.
Eight should do it.
'Oh,' Lin said, dropping to a excited whisper as she plopped into the vacant seat next to me, 'sorry. But why didn't you tell me? If anyone had the right to know, I do!'
'Huh?' What was she on? Prozac? Valium? Both? Whatever it is, I want it.
'Don't play dumb with me! Anna saw the whole thing yesterday! You minx, snatching the new boy so quickly!'
'Ah…' Julian? Did she mean Julian, my Julian?
Oh God. It wasn't a dream…
'So you two going out? Oh, I just knew our talk on Wednesday would get through to you! But you should treat him better than just a boytoy, Sam. After all, he did carry you to the—'
'Hold it! He carried me? Carried me where?' This wasn't happening, this was not happening… I took a peek at the sappy brunette.
Yup, it was happening…
'Duh, to the infirmary! Where else?' the girl answered matter-a-factly before switching to mushy mode, 'Oh Samantha, it was so beautiful, like a dream!'
'Huh? What was?' A dream? More like a nightmare—I can't believe I slapped him. I slapped a sex-god!
'You don't remember!?' Obviously. 'Oh my god, he was like Prince Charming, straight out of the books. There you were, unconscious on the ground when he just walked up, whisked you into his arms, and carried you Princess style all the way to Dr. Smithy! It was so romantic!' By now the stars were shining brightly in Lin's gray eyes.
'Princess style?' I coughed tightly. Damn, damn, damn, why did I have to be such a jerk!
'Yeah, and it would have been perfect if you hadn't, you know…'
"If I hadn't what?' I asked cautiously. Did I really want to know? Did I really want to know?
'If you weren't,' Lin checked around from prying ears before saying in a hushed voice, 'snoring.'
No! No! No! I do not want to know!
Slamming my head down on the table, I verified what I prayed was not true. 'I was… snoring?'
'Yeah, and quite loudly at that. Anna said she could hear it from where she was standing! Really Sam, you should get that fixed.'
'Ugh…' Why, why, why!
'Oh no, what's wrong?'
What's wrong? What's wrong!? Oh absolutely nothing Lin, my life is just now and forever ruined. I'm not just the fainting, burping, mute cat, but the fainting, burping, mute cat that snores!
By the way, I'm not over exaggerating; I am not a drama queen, because that's when things got worse, a lot worse.
Suddenly the room had gotten real quiet, Lin's breathing laboring next to me as her small hand poked me in awe.
No, no, I will not look. I am a wall, a boulder, a mountain—I shall not bend to the whims of such a petty thing like curiosity.
I won't.
I am resolute.
I am…
Oh really, who am I kidding? Of course I looked!
And there he was, for the third time in two days—my perverted punk-rock prince.
He must have noticed me staring, after all, I was just burning a whole in his nice leather jacket (draped oh-so-casually over his white dress shirt), for he turned towards me and smiled. He smiled at me!
Correction, Julian smiled at me! A hot guy actually smiled at me, Samantha Marcus! A hot guy with the Darling-rivaling-dimples!
And oh my God. Another first: he's coming straight for me.
Oh please, please don't let me make a fool of myself…
'Hey,' he had stopped in front of Lin and me, hands stuffed casually into his mandatory Academy black slacks. 'So, how's it going? Samantha, right?'
'Um, yeah, I'm okay, you?' That's it, nice and steady, Sam. Don't rush it. Easy does it.
'Fantastic as ever.'
'Uh huh…' What should I say? What should I say!? Oh I know! 'Thanks!'
Was that too loud? I looked around, everyone was staring at us—I guess so.
'You're welcome?' He asked; his sex-god face wrinkled in confusion. He didn't remember? One of the most humiliating experiences in my high school career and he didn't remember!?
Wait, he knew my name…so, what exactly are we talking about again?
'A-about yesterday? The infirmary?'
'Oh,' recognition swept across his features, 'yeah, no big deal. I just love it when girls slap me, reminds me of home actually.' The cluster of boys surrounding him chuckled, nudging each other knowingly in the stomachs.
Ah…I was thinking about the whole carrying me thing, but yeah, about that. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to slap you, you know, I was just a little freaked out with the whole situation.'
'Like I said, no big deal.' He replied calmly. That's when I noticed his eyes—no, I'm not going to go off about their amazing clearness or how chillingly blue they are—weren't looking at me, per se. Instead they were roaming my body uninhibitedly and, obviously with no shame.
Then, his eyes made a quick detour and flicked down to my chest before back up to my face, a shadow of a smile appearing on his features. 'But I see you took my advice. It's an improvement.'
Okay, once again, let me remind you that when you are cornered by a living, teenage sex-god: do not slap him.
And once again, let me remind you that I hardly ever listen to my own advice.
I mean, really, why couldn't I control myself?
Why couldn't I act like a normal girl?
Why could I not slap him—a second time!?
That's right ladies and gentlemen, I, Samantha Kayla Marcus, has slapped a living, teenage sex-god not once, but count 'em, twice!
Dammit, wasn't I supposed to be dead by now!?
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End Chapter 3: Be Still My Beating Libido
Yay! Julian has appeared! Wow, nine pages, I'm proud. Mm… Okay, I tried really hard not to succumb to my whims and write a section in Julian's POV. So, yeah… I do have willpower.
Ack! Don't hit me too hard with the cliché stick! I just couldn't restrain myself. LOL, sorry if I disappointed in who will "get" Sam, if Julian is the proclaimed "getter" that is… (haha, I suck at subtlety!) There will be other twists though…hopefully not as expected though.
Well, hope you liked, and please REVIEW you lovely readers, you!!
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xCryingHopex – LOL, I won't beat you for not getting it. At least not hard. ;P Haha, let's just say…it has to do with one on one "counseling" with our "Fathers."
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Raynin - :) Yeah, doing a guy's POV is a bit tricky, cause I don't want them to sound like…me, a horny girl. LOL. Horny, good, a girl…bad.
-perturbedpercy (Wow, 24 reviews!! Thank you so much!)