Falling For You, Ana Fuentes [i read book .TXT] 📗

from laughing out loud.
Let me tell you one thing the expression he had on his face was hilarious. It was as if the supervisor had just caught him, jacking off.
His gaze meets mine and I see a smile start to form on his lips.
He continues staring at me.
I move uncomfortably from feet to feet.
“Where’s the teacher Luke?” the lady asks, glaring at him.
So his name’s Luke.
I like it.
Luke looks away from me, and turns to look at the teacher.
“What?” he asks her, his face one of confusion.
The lady growls, “I asked where is the teacher?” she repeats.
Luke scratches the back of his head, and shrugs “She said she was going to the bathroom”
The lady opens her mouth to say something, but at the same time her walkie-talkie makes a buzzing noise.
She grabs it and puts it to her ear, after listening to the message she puts it to her mouth, “I’m on my way” she says, then turns around to leave.
She opens the door, and looks back at the three of us, “Behave” she orders. Then she gets out and shuts the door.
Luke, lets out a sigh, and relaxes against his chair, “God I hate her” he mutters.
Michael passes by me, and makes his way to the back of the classroom. There he sits down, and makes himself at home by putting his feet on the desk in front of him.
I stay standing by the door, for a second then make my way to the middle of the room, and stop two desks from where Luke is.
I drop my backpack, and sit down in the chair.
I hear a buzz buzz come from somewhere in my backpack, and I pick it up. I lay my backpack in my desk, and open the small bag in the front.
I take out my cell phone, and pack of gum.
I take a piece of gum out of the pack and stick it in my mouth.
As I chew, the sweet minty taste of Winterfresh gum explodes in my mouth.
I set my backpack back on the ground, and grab my phone.
I check the screen, and it says I have 1 new message from Dylan.
I open it.
-Hey Z where are you?- (Dylan)
I continue chewing my gum, and write him a reply.
-Guess what?- (Me)
He reply’s instantly.
-What??- (Dylan)
I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
-I got detention…..- (Me)
I wait for his reply but it doesn’t come.
About a minute later, my phone starts ringing.
“I Love you 1, a 2, a 3 shobee-doo,-” I answer my phone fast. I look around and realize both Luke, and Michael are staring at me.
I look away from them.
“Um He-” I start to say.
“You What!?” Dylan screams into the phone. I pull it away from my ear, and wince.
Damn, that was loud.
“I can’t believe you would get detention!” he continues to yell.
I look behind me, and notice Michael has his full attention on me. I look to my side, and realize Luke is also paying his full attention to me.
I look away from them, and try to ignore their stares.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, feeling something blossom from deep within me.
Mmmm. Something about Dylan yelling at me is starting to turn me on.
Wait, What?
Did I just say Dylan screaming is turning me on?
Am I crazy, or something?
How can THAT be turning me on.
I bite my lip, and resist the urge to moan softly.
“Dylan be quiet” I say into the phone.
Trying to hide that fact that part of me wants him to keep scolding me.
“No Z!! I will not be qui-” he yells, but never finishes because Michael appears right in front of me, and takes the phone out of my hand.
He ends the call and smiles down at me, “There babe, he finally shut up” he hands me my phone back and leans down on my desk, his elbows propping him up.
I feel my pulse quicken, at the closeness between us.
But my mind can only process the fact that Dylan will be pissed about the fact that I ended the call with him. And that I STILL want Dylan to be yelling at me.
Well technically Michael ended the call.
But Dylan doesn’t know that, and I’m pretty sure he will still blame me.
Mmmm, maybe he’ll get mad again, and continue yelling at me.
Yeah, that would be amazing.
I miss his deep, sexy voice now.
OMG. What the Hell am I thinking?!
Dylan’s my best friend.
And here I am fantasizing about him.
Michael grins at me, and I feel my normal heart beat start accelerating.
I instantly forget about Dylan.
Michael, goes over and sits in the chair next to me. He scoots it closer to me, until there’s basically no space between our chairs.
I lick my lips, and find myself looking into his eyes.
His deep brown eyes.
I start getting lost in his eyes, and his name starts bouncing around in my mind.
But then something snaps me out of my trance.
I feel something rest on my thigh, and a handful of shivers travel up and down my spine.
I want to move, but I somehow feel scared to do so.
So I decide to ignore it.
After about 5 seconds the “something” starts moving up. Carefully crawling up my leg, and making my heart thump like crazy in my chest.
It’s a hand.
Whose hand?
I feel it go up inside my skirt, and I close my eyes, wanting more.
My breathing starts becoming more ragged.
A feeling starts in between my legs just like it had done in my dreams.
I bite my lip, arousal starting to come into my mind, and body.
The hand then travels all the way to my crotch, and suddenly it stops.
I feel my body tense.
The hand parts my legs slightly, giving itself enough space to move.
Then the hand starts rubbing the place in between my legs.
My eyes shoot open, and I jump slightly in surprise.
I look to my side, where Michael is, and I notice he’s looking at me intently.
No smirk or smile on his lips.
The rubbing continues.
Is it Michael?
The question burns in my mind.
So I decide to figure it out. My eyes travel down his body, and I notice his left arm is in my direction.
My heart thumps at 60 miles per hour in my chest.
It is Michael.
I follow his arm, and to no surprise his arm disappears into my skirt.
His left hand inside my skirt.
He continues to rub in a circular motion.
I feel a moan escape my mouth.
And without thinking my eyes travel to the space between his pants.
To his penis.
I see him shift uncomfortably as if sensing me looking at him.
But the rubbing doesn’t stop.
I notice his pants start to lift up in his crotch space.
Is he getting an erection?
Am I giving it to him?
What the Hell is going on?
Someone clears their throat “What The Fuck are you two doing?” someone says.
I turn to my side and find Luke looking at us.
Michael takes his hand out of my skirt, and I blush.
Michael turns to look at Luke, and glares at him, “Leave us alone butt-face”
Luke’s pretty face twist’s up in anger, “You’re the butt-face”
Michael grits his teeth, and stands up. I notice his hands are in fists now.
OMG, is he going to fight.
I hope not.
“What did you say” he growls.
I look from Michael, and Luke.
They both look angry and ready to fight.
I need to stop this.
I stand up, and get in between them.
“Both of you, stop” I say.
They both turn their attentions to me, and I suddenly regret speaking up.
Silent seconds pass by.
Oh, how I wish a miracle would happen.
And one does.