10 This Is Too Much

Samantha's POV

Sometimes I wish I could read people's minds because I don't have the courage to ask what they want from me. If they want it, they could just speak up and ask for it. However, some people are too stubborn to do so, therefore, they would just storm off leaving you hanging. It's annoying. Really annoying. If you want it, just go and ask for it. Unless you're afraid for an answer no, if you are, then you're stupid. Why? Because if someone says no, they mean no. Therefore, stop forcing others to say yes.

I sigh, leaning back in my chair before getting up to leave the room. Rachael has stormed out of the room after a decade of silence. When she wants to talk about our relationship. Face flushed in red, she probably got some anger issues. Poor her.

Rachael is annoying, really annoying. She's confusing, too. This morning, she wants to talk about our relationship, what about our relationship?

We're not dating, or any kind of sort of thing. Are we friends? I can't count her as a friend if she keeps on being annoying, but she is fun to tease. She's an entertainer for me. I enjoy teasing her and see her tensed up, I enjoy insulting her. Call me a bitch, like Rachael, but I don't care.

How is she annoying? She just is, no explanation.

"Where's Rachael?" Sarah asks popping out of nowhere while I head down the hallway. Usually, Rachael would meet up with Sarah, then she would leave to meet up with her friends.

"Turned red, storm out the classroom, and left with no reason," I simply say.

"I was gonna let her borrow my assignment cause she didn't finish hers," Sarah says holding on her assignment against her chest.

"She would live," I say giving some students glares, they need to leave me alone. Geez. Stop looking at me.

"What happened?" Sarah asks, swiping her bangs out of her eyesight.

I shrug in response.

"You could at least be nice to her, Sam," Sarah says. "Try and talk to her and have a proper conversation."

"Waste of my time," I whisper under my breath.

Sarah gives a disappointed look, "Rachael isn't wasting your time. She's just unique."

"Unique my ass," I roll my eyes.

"Sam!" Sarah says. "Rachael is willing to approach you, unlike other students who give you looks."

"That's because she doesn't know the history," I say sternly before walking off to the janitor closet. Sarah took this as a clue to make her leave, she looks at me in disappointment before leaving me.

I look around my surroundings to see if there is anyone, then I open the janitor closet.

Hazel eyes stare into mine as I stare her back. Those hazel eyes are one of the things I hate the most, the one who I want to destroy, the one who destroyed me first...but most of all, those hazel eyes are the one who broke me first.

I close the janitor closet and flick the light on with my pointer finger.

"Does anyone know?" She asks quietly.

I shook my head.

*Mature Context*

Then she pushes me back against the door, lips brushing each other before she tilts her head a bit the side to kiss me.

My hands are on her side and tilt my head back as she continues kissing me. She rubs my cheek carelessly, a hand slip behind my waist holding me close to her. Feeling her nibbling my lower lip asks for entrance, which I granted. Our tongue fought for dominance, but she won like always. I hate this.

I pulled back gasping for air, before looking back into her hazel eyes.

"Can we speed it up?" I ask, feeling wetness down there.

"I didn't know you miss me that much," She whispers next to my ear, hot breath on my skin. "You know we could -"

I shut her up by placing my lips on her, which she reached under my shirt and took off my bra. My hands went up into her hair, grabbing a handful of her hair as she massages my breast and leaving small kisses down my neck. My breathing becomes heavier each time she goes lower, then roughly strips me out of my clothes. She places her hand on my neck and softly grips my neck pushing me against the door, then -

"Wait -" I manage to choke out from her grasp. "Don't leave marks."

Her eyes darken in anger and lust, before continuing her way down to my core. My legs are already shaking in desperation, desperate for her touch, desperate for her to show me she still loves" me, desperate for her, and mostly, desperate for the way it used to be until she made a immature act breaking everything apart. What we had was amazing, probably too amazing because one of us just have to break us apart.

"You're already wet," She whispers, breaking my thoughts. Quickly, I undo pants and tug it down and she starts trailing kisses down from my toned stomach to my thighs then near my core.

Her fingertips went under my underwear before rubbing my clit. I groan as she put on more pressure on my clit, I gasp in shock when she pulled my underwear lower as she replaces her hand on my clit with her mouth.

"Ahhh," I moan. "Please, more...more..."

She pulls her head back and reaches up to kiss me on the lips, I moan in our kiss as she rubs my vagina.

"What do you mean by more?" She whispers in my ear, as she continues rubbing my vagina and my folds. "Tell me what you want."

"I want - " I throw my head back and try to grind on her fingers to get friction. "I want you...I want you inside of me, I want you."

"There should be room on the ground for you to lay down, I don't want you to collapse like last time," She says, leading me to the cold ground. "Here, you could lay on the clothes so you won't get cold."

When I got on the ground as she wanted me, she opens my legs and went back sucking my clit. I throw my head back as my hand grabs on her hair, "Fuck! More!"

She slips two fingers in easily before start thrusting in a comfortable rhythm, "Say my name!"

"Never -" I was cut off by my moans when she curls her fingers inside of me picking up the pace.

~ Cut ~

We start to put our clothes on after the hot session.

"That was amazing," She says, pulling her hair back in a high ponytail. "I bought an extra cup of coffee for you this morning."

She handed me the cup coffee from her backpack, and I decline it.

"Samantha..." She begins.

I look at her as I adjust my clothes to avoid speciousness from others.

"What?" I said in annoyance.

"I still love you, I know what I did is wrong, but please give me another chance," She snobs.

"Well look at this, history repeating itself," I mock. "Every time we do this, you would always say you love me."

"Because I do!"

"No, you don't," I say sternly. "You never did! I was the one who loves you, I was the one who would risk my life in the middle of the night to sneak to your house, I was the one who shows you my love for you, and I was the one...who got broken in the end."

I bite my lower lip trying to stop the tears slipping out of my eyes. My hand shakes, my heart breaks as the memories come flowing back into my mind.

"I thought you were the one, I thought you are the one who I am going to run away with, run away from - from my life...to somewhere where I would be free and...you know...like be my forever..." I sniff and wipe my tears with my sleeves.

"Let me be your forever then," She says.

"You've had your chance, Hannah," I say. "I hate you."

I look at her one last time before leaving the closet.

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