Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

told her I didn't get any dirt on Kaitlyn. I didn't tell her about the whole Trent situation because I wanted to figure that out on my own. She was pouting with her arms crossed after I told her.
"I can't believe you didn't get any dirt on her! She isn't particularly a saint." she grumbled.
I shrugged and started doodling in my notebook, trying to seem at ease when really deep inside, I felt horrible.
"Why didn't you find out anything? I know Kaitlyn does some pretty messed up stuff."
I sighed and peeked up at her through my dark bangs. "Kyle had shown up. I wasn't about to let him know I turned into a stalker."
She rolled her eyes. "You're not a stalker - you're a spy, dummy!" she said seriously.
I shook my head at her just as the Spanish teacher walked into the room. Everybody silenced and took out their notebooks to take notes. I gave Jamie one last look before I put away my drawings and pulled out my Spanish notebook. I flipped to a new page and got ready to take notes.
In the middle of the lesson, a folded up paper was tossed on my test. I looked at Jamie with a curious look.
"Open it," she mouthed, pointing at the paper.
I sighed inaudibly and unwillingly unfolded the paper.
I read Jamie's messy handwriting:

I actually got dirt on Brittney

I cocked an eyebrow at her. I grabbed my pencil and wrote back.
What did you find out?
She grabbed the note off my desk swiftly before I could hand it back to her. I watched her as she quickly scribbled something on the paper, clearly choosing her words carefully. When she was done, she threw it at me. I had to catch it before it dropped to floor. When I caught it, I glared at her and read it.

She was talking about you. It was really weird. I think she was on the phone or something, but I heard her say that everything was almost done and that Brittney was working on completing the job. So, whatever is going on, someone else is helping with it, too. I'm trying to figure out who it is.


I read this twice, my eyebrows stitching together in confusion. Trent was the only other person who was with Kaitlyn that I know of. So, could he be helping them with their plan to basically destroy me? But why would Trent do such a thing? Did he tire of me talking about the dream and just wanted to get rid of me?
A little gust of wind swept out of me as if someone just punched me in the gut. I tried to cover up the pain that I was sure was clear on my face. With shaky hands, I wrote back.

Do you have any clue who it is? It could even be one of the teachers.

Jamie was shaking her head before I could give her the note. I nodded and wrote something else.

We shouldn't eliminate anybody of the possibility of being a suspect. Everybody is guilty until proven not guilty.

I tossed the note on her desk and started fiddling with my pencil, not knowing what to do with my hands. Could Trent really be trying to ruin me? The thought was running around in my head, causing a migraine to weigh down on my skull. I gently massaged my temples, waiting for Jamie to respond back.
I read the note as soon as she placed it on my desk.
I'm glad you're finally taking this seriously! Now, we can be top notch spies. First, you have to follow Kaitlyn and figure out what the hell she's suppose to do to ' complete the job'. Then, we start following people who hang out with Kaitlyn and Brittney the most. That'll definitely lead us to what their up to and then we can figure out a way to stop it.


I rolled my eyes when I read the first two sentences. But I was reading the rest very intently. Jamie was right. We needed to figure out what was going out and stop before it starts up some serious trouble.
I ripped up the paper, and threw it in the trash when the period was over. I was glad I had study hall the next period. I needed to relax for a few minutes. To take everything in, and just accept it, deal with it, and move on.
I went to my locker, exchange my books out for other books, and shut it back. I started heading for the library, my head shoved into a Trigonometry textbook. I wasn’t looking where I was going and crashed head on into someone. All my books went flying everywhere and I fell on the floor. I was more concerned about the person I crashed into. When I looked up, I realized it was Brittney and she was glaring at me. She smirked at me and then walked away.
What had me staring after her in awe was that, she was like a walking stick. How the hell did I get knocked over and not her? I was still looking curiously after her when she disappeared into the gym.
I quickly gathered up my books, holding them tightly to my chest. I pondered something in my head and nodded to myself. Even though Jamie was suppose to be following Brittney around, she is sparking my curiosity. I looked around to see if anybody was near – especially Kaitlyn – and then started walking towards the gym.
I placed my hand on the silver, cool, doorknob. I took a breath before I opened the door halfway. I peeked my head in the gym, looked around, not finding Brittney anywhere. I was about to walk all the way in the gym when I felt someone place a cool hand on my back.
I jumped, and dropped my books again.
I turned around, only to be greeted by a smirking Trent. I glared at him and tried to push him back, but failed. “You scared me!” I said placing a hand on my hyperactive beating heart.
He laughed and bent down to pick up my books. He handed them to me, smiling crookedly, his beautiful stormy eyes, soft and inviting. My breath rushed out me and I looked down a bit disgruntled. I shook my head, and grabbed my books from his hands.
“If you weren’t creeping around, then you wouldn’t have been scared.” He implied.
I scowled at him, remembering him and Kaitlyn in the teacher’s lounge.
“You shouldn’t even be talking about creeping around. You seem to be a pro at that.” I spat at him. I started walking away, but he grabbed my arm. I didn’t turn around. I tried not to look at him, knowing that if I did, I would give in to the want I had for him. The electricity passing through that little touch was already driving me off the edge.
“Faith …,” he said slowly and cautiously. He sighed and then pulled me into his chest. He whispered in my ear, “Meet me in the copy room after my class. I have a free period then.” He mumbled softly. His cool breath at my ear was giving me shivers, but I tried to hide it.
I grit my teeth against the feelings I had for him and yanked my arm away.
“But I don’t.” I said acidly.
I started walking away again, trying not to look back and run into his arms when I felt hurt hit me. It was so sudden, that I froze and had to take an intake of breath. It was a while since I felt Trent’s feelings. Since that dream, it seems as if I have never felt it again. I hadn’t really realized that until now. I swallowed pass the lump in my throat and slowly turned to look at Trent.
“Fine. In the copy room after your class.” I agreed.
He smiled, his deep dimples showing. “You always have a few more days of detention,” he reminded me.
I tried to hide my smile as I made my way to the library.

***

During History, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Trent. He seemed to not be able to keep his eyes off me either. We kept sharing secret glances and smiling at each other. I was blushing like crazy at the end of the period. When the bell rung, me and Trent shared a glance. His eyes were filled with lust, causing shivers to run up and down my spine. He smiled crookedly at me and then winked, before fumbling around with some papers.
I was nibbling on my bottom lip as I walked out the classroom, blending in with the rest of the students. I quickly went to my locker, threw my books in there, grabbed my bag and started rushing towards the copy room. I couldn't wait to feel Trent's hands run all over my body. I hadn't felt it for an entire day, and that was enough to drive me insane.
I waited in the bathroom until the halls cleared. When the late bell rung, I quickly walked out the bathroom, looking around to see if anybody was near. Finding nobody, I quickly rushed to the copy room, my heart beating fast, knowing what was going to happen in there.
I practically busted through the door. As soon as I did, Trent took me into his arms. He locked the door behind me and then our lips met.
My arms immediately laced around his neck as he pulled me in tighter, his arms supporting my body as my limbs got all buttery from desire and want. My fingers ran through his silky hair our lips moved swiftly against each other. My heart was racing, beating so hard against my chest that I thought that Trent could hear it. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as I took in all of Trent. I smiled against his lips as he picked me up easily and placed me on top of the copy machine. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him trapped there.
Trent broke the kiss and started softly nibbling on my neck. That little movement caused so much pleasure, that I whimpered out in pure ecstasy. My head tilted back as I got more into it. I grabbed a fistful of Trent's hair and held him in place as he continued to suckle on my neck. I was still moaning when he pulled back.
He had a smirk on his face. "I think I found your soft spot," he mumbled and pecked me on the lips. I cracked a smile and then captured his lips again, wanting to feel the softness of it. I pulled him in closer, ready for a full make out session, when he started chuckling against my lips. I pulled back and looked at him through dazed eyes.
"Are you horny, Faith?" he asked innocently.
That pulled me out of pool of want and lust I was feeling. A deep blush started slowly spread across my cheeks, causing them to burn. I dipped my head so that my bangs could cover my face. I pushed Trent back so that I could hop off the copy machine.
My face was still hot when I looked into his stormy eyes. "No, I'm waiting for your explanation." I said and smirked.
He smiled. "I was about to explain, but you literally attacked me. You know you're very hard to resist." he said the last sentence softly.
My heart fluttered.
I leaned in for another passionate kiss, but stopped myself immediately. I poked his dimple and shook my head. "Not gonna work. Tell me why you and