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Abby picked up the tray of food she hadn't even touched, tossed it in the trash on her way out of the cafeteria and was thinking of how unfair and horrible her friends were when she bumped into someone.
"Shit, that hurts." She massaged her forehead, "What are you made of?" She asked, raising her head and rolling her eyes when she saw it was Press.
"Throwing yourself at me in such a public space? How daring Littman."
Abby raised an eyebrow, mentally counting to three before walking past him.
"Seriously? You won't say anything?" He asked following her.
The short girl frowned, “Why are you following me? Weren't you gonna eat?" She asked looking at him over her shoulder, but not pausing, still searching for an empty classroom.
“And listen to Maxine complain like she's the center of the world? No thanks, I think that would take away my appetite."
“Right...So you are just gonna follow me or what?”
He shrugged, “That depends. Where are we going exactly?"
Abby's eyes widened with delight as she found the theater room empty and turning to him, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the theater with her.
"Here?" He asked a little bit confused.
Abby nodded walking up onto the stage and dropping her backpack on the floor, sitting down.
“Do you see any self-centering bitch?” She asked, secretly hoping he would choose to stay, but feigning indifference taking out her phone from her backpack.
Press looked around as if considering his next move, then he got on the stage and sat across from her with his legs stretched out.
“Where is your lunch? Aren't you gonna eat?” He asked taking his lunch out of his backpack.
Abby tore her eyes from her phone, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm not hungry," She said dismissively, but glancing briefly at the sandwich in his hand,
The boy cocked his head, studying her carefully.
“If you say so..." The silence fall upon them until he spoke again, "Come here.” She froze due to his sudden request.
"What?"
"You hear me." He put his sandwich aside and opened his legs wide as a form of invitation. His cheeky action had her narrowing her eyes and forgetting about her empty stomach.
“In your dreams,” She answered, but her eyes wandered down to the spot between his legs and when her eyes meet his her pupils were dilated.
The boy smiled, “I think you are projecting Littman.”
Abby swallowed nervously.
“Either way, we can't, we are at school.”
He shrugged, “I didn't know you were a coward.”
"I'm not," She answered and despite the fact that she knew it was a blatant provocation, she couldn't help but act on it.
She left her phone on the ground and placing one hand on his leg she crawled towards him at the same time she slid her hand up his leg. The boy wished there wasn't a barrier between them so he could feel the warmth of her small hand, but despite that, that little touch had all his blood traveling to a single place in his body and he had to clench his hands into fists to keep himself from grabbing her, laying her down on the floor and climbing on top of her, pressing his body against hers until there wasn't a single part of him that wasn't touching her.
"Who is the coward now?" She asked with a glint in her eyes that hadn't been there since her stupid fight with her friends.
He licked his lips and since he liked to make her squirm under his eyes, he took his sweet time to study her.
He took on the loose sweater she was wearing, the way it hung over one of her shoulders revealing the thin fabric of her black bra that contrasted against her pale skin. Her long and shiny hair gathered in a ponytail that left her neck exposed, making his mouth water with how much he wanted to leave a mark on it.
“You really need to work on your poker face.” He said the moment her hand on his thigh loosened its hold and the corners of her mouth started lowering.
"Lucky for you, I enjoy how easy it is to read your mind." He confessed, then grabbed her by the neck with one hand and pulled her closer until their faces were inches apart.
"And your body." He added putting his other hand over her own to keep her from pulling it away of his thigh.
Abby pressed her lips into a thin line, “You are too full of yourself.”
"And that surprises you?" He asked moving her hand a little bit higher and nearer to his groin.
She frowned, despite the fact that she turned to putty in his hands. "Are you going to do something or are we going to keep talking?"
He smiled at the fire in her eyes and since he was a man of actions, he pulled her head back getting a better access to her neck and lowered his head until his lips made contact with her neck maintaining eye contact the entire time.
The shorter girl let out a moan and felt embarrassed. She wasn't accostumed to being sober when doing stuff like that, it usually happened in the context of a party where both or at least one of them, meaning Abby, was a little drunk and the sting of the rejection that always ended up coming hurt less. However, at that time they were both sober, there was no excuse other than the fact that they wanted each other.
"You like that?" He teased and she buried her fingers in his hair, pushed him away and told him that she would kill him if he left a hickey on her neck.
The only answer she got was a laugh from Press before his lips were back to kissing, licking and biting, but she knew it was enough that with just letting him know he wouldn't cross the line, that no matter how rude or horrible he could be, she would always be safe doing stuff like that with him.
“I want to take this off of you.” He growled against her ear tugging slightly at the hem of her sweater sending shivers through her body.
“We can't,” She whispered with ragged breaths.
“That's not what your eyes are telling me Abby. Do you want to know what they are telling me?” He asked, teeth scraping her earlobe.
She bit back a whimper and with fluttering eyelashes she asked, “What are they telling you?”
He pulled away from her, look her in the eyes and grabbed her wrist bringing it to his lips.
“They are telling me you are a liar Abby” The short girl gasped, eyes widening with confusion, “What?”
“When you said you weren't hungry.” He clarified and felt her pulse quicken under his lips. “But, since you have been so nice as to let me play with you, I will give you half of my sandwich.” He said before releasing her and taking his sandwich to split it in two.
Abby blinked in puzzlement, “I’m not-” She tried to argue but her body choose that moment to betray her and her stomach growled mortifying her.
“Eat, before I change my mind.” He ordered, then forced half of his sandwich into her mouth.
She hold the sandwich to keep it from falling. “You are annoying.” She murmured, but took a bite of the sandwich making her eyes close in silent delight.
“Your mom's sandwiches are the best!” She exclaimed.
"You are welcome," He said and she turned around, rested her back against his chest, and that's how they spend the rest of the lunch period.