-which is where my hand is at the moment. That is, if the Cookie Jar is the school's notorious bad boy's back pocket with the whole school watching on. "What do you think you're doing?" "Er..." oneshot

“So I take it I’m not getting any tonight?” That WOULD be the first thing he says to me when he finds out we're locked in a room together. So even with "No" for an answer, how is it I find myself in bed with him, falling harder with every passing second?

I did fantasize once about the possibility of him really wanting to know about me and only me. But I guess it’s quite impossible. She’s got him completely wrapped around her finger.

REMOVED. Sorry guys I wrote this when I was 15 and I just cannot stand a single one of the characters in the story anymore. Leaving the first chapter up for nostalgia's sake.