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.
I pushed my hips to meet his fingers, and he pumped his fingers faster, gradually sending me to the edge. His mouth connected with my neck and he left kisses there and down to my chest, kissing my exposed cleavage.
"That's it baby, ride my fingers," he purred, and I did as I was told, trying my best to keep my moans in my mouth.
He suddenly pulled his hand away and fumbled with his belt. Impatiently, I helped him and soon enough, his pants were pooling at his feet. I pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free.
The size of his cock never surprise or scared me and by now I was used to it, so I licked my lips in anticipation. He chuckled before ripping open a condom and wrapping it on his cock before pushing my panties to the side and, without warning once again, he rammed his cock inside me.
A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as he filled me up. I bit on my lip to keep my moans at a low volume.
"Callum," I moaned softly as he pounded himself inside me, driving me to the edge once again.
I wouldn't deny that Callum was a good fuck. Maybe that was why I never grew tired of him. Or maybe it was the fact that he could make me cum and from what I had read, a majority of women have never experienced an orgasm, so I must be really lucky to have someone that gave me that.
He kissed my lips, and I kissed him back, running my hand down his back, chest, and shoulders.
"Liv," he moaned, and I knew he was close. I was too.
"I'm close," I told him and he looked into my eyes.
"Come for me baby," he said, and I went over the edge with him, our eyes locked on each other.
He gave me a small smile before kissing my lips for a second, then he pulled away from me. I hopped off the surface I was on and used the handkerchief in my bag to clean up before fixing my clothes. With one last kiss on his lips, I walked out of the closet and headed straight for the bathroom to clean up better. The last thing I needed was to smell like sex. The bell was going to ring at any second, signaling the end of lunch, so I needed to hurry so I wouldn't be late.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand and I knew someone was looking at me. I turned and around the corner I just passed, the nerd was standing there with his eyes trained on me. He knew I could see him, but he was still standing there, as if he wanted me to know he was watching me.
I just passed that corner, but I didn't see him. Where had he been hiding when I passed? Did he know that Cal and I were in that closet together?
Even if he knew, I didn't care. Everyone knew what went on in that closet.
Changing my mind ongoing to the bathroom, I headed towards the guy. When I was close to him, he turned around and headed in the direction I came from. I followed him wordlessly, keeping a distance between us.
As we got to the cafeteria doors, the bell went off and students filed out of the cafeteria. In the sea of students, I lost the guy.
Sighing in frustration, I turned around and headed back to my class. I had chemistry last period with him. I would see him then.

He didn't show for chemistry, and I was pissed. He was a nerd, so he wasn't supposed to be skipping classes.
Throughout the class, I kept looking at the door, anticipating his presence. I didn't know what it was about him but the way he looked at me, like he knew something that I didn't which made me uncomfortable.
Since I couldn't figure out what the deal with that guy was, I'd just ask Matt. He was the one who introduced him to me when I needed someone to get my calculus homework done. He should know a little about him, even if it was his name. At least that was something.
I didn't bother asking for his name because I never thought that I would need it, I only needed him to do my Calculus homework because the person who usually got it done for me, was sick and it looked like she would be sick for a long while.
I should have done the homework myself, but my brain wasn't ready to process calculus and I absolutely hated doing homework when it was so close to the due date, so I had to get it done earlier.
When the closing bell rang, I cornered Matt. "Hey Matt, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Sure, what's up?" He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and I followed him toward the exit.
"That nerd guy you introduced the other day to do my Calc homework," I started and waited for him to nod before continuing. "Who exactly is he? What's his name?"
"Ace Matteo, he's just some nerdy guy. Why are you asking?" Matt looked at me.
"No, it's nothing, was just curious. He has this vibe around him." I scrunched up my nose and adjusted my backpack.
"I know right, he's just weird, but aren't they all weird?" He chuckled.
I chuckled, "right. I'll see you around Matt." I waved goodbye to him and walked to my bike.