Mabel frowns. Its either because she wants to kiss him, or because she's mad. She decides its because she's mad.

"You're one little..." she almost concluded with the word 'fucker', but he interrupts.

"Well, I didn't owe you, baby," he smirks. He can sense the fire rising in him that blends him to want her. He recollects the kiss from the club and feels the urge to rewind it again.
He can already feel her soft lips on his. Her breath striking at his chest and fingers in his hair. He wants to kiss her neck. Explore her body. And he can tell, the curves of her boobs, which can be analysed from the tightly wrapped towel, is making him want her even more. He inhales maturely, trying to concentrate back to her screaming curses. He notices her clenching her fists.

"Shitbag. I never said you did," Mabel furrows her eyebrows once more. Ryan is full on her attention. 

She wishes if she could jump on him and say, 'oh yeah, you do! You owe me your lips, your body and your fucking love,' while their hands caress each other. She eyes his topless figure and dies to stuff her head between his abs as she kisses them.

She can already imagine his moving flexes and the manly groans racing out of him. She gets so immersed into her thoughts that she doesn't sense the moan that strides out of her.

He bites his lips, trying his best to control his erection. He can almost feel it hitting his pants. The heavy moan from her has made his heart go savage. Like, Bang! Bang! Bang!

He wants to pull her towel and kiss her body going all 'oh you're so damn mine!' kinda.

Why'd she have to be so magnificent? I just can't take my eyes off her since that fucking night, he wonders. He's damn sure he can hear her moan forever as he rides on top of her. And never let her go. Ever.

He promptly gains his consciousness back and reaches for words to speak.

"Well then, farewell to you, princess," he winks. "You know it isn't a good-bye, right? I mean, who knows when we'll might meet again. I bet in washrooms. But probably not with you, of course. I already have a lot of girls in the queue."

He buttons his shirt, smirking alluringly. Mabel processes whatever he just mentioned.

"But probably not with you, of course..."

Ughh, she so yearns to be that girl with him in the washroom. If only they'd never met!

"Trust me, I'll never be the girl with you in the showers. Disgusting. Have fun with your 'babes'," she retorts, lurking towards the changing room with the basket of clothes in her hands. Why'd he had to smell so freaking hot?!

He watches her leaving. The curves flexes as she moves. He looks down at his pants. Just like expected, he had a deep thrive for her. He grins. That girl is totally his. Only his. He marches out of there murmuring as if promising, "Oh you're gonna be with the girl with me in showers, princess. You're gonna be mine forever..."

Mabel locks the door behind her. She sighs. That went...smoking! Like burning fire. She didn't picture it to go that way. Her observing him kiss and make out with her over-gorgeous classmate. His enthusiastic body with all that sweat by using his full speed riding on that girl.
Their eyes locking. Their minds running. Their hearts wanting. Wow, this could be one fucking memory. Literally fucking. Him and her classmate. Fucking. Memory.

She feels her eyes tearing up. Her romantic kiss from that club came to this level of craziness. She thought he loved him. She couldn't get rid of him since they had kissed.

  His hands lowered around her waist...clutching her close to his heart. But it was all a lie.

She wipes off her tears, fiercely. She's not drooling over him again. Ever. If he wants to play it like that, she's ready for the big game.

"I. Hate. Ryan," She chants.

Damnit, Ryan feels the flames burning in him. He cannot resist her. She has literally hypnotized him. What the fuck was he thinking when he agreed to his father about joining this new school?!!

He regrets every piece of shit he shrieked at his father and his Mabel. His Mabel. His. Only his.

He can guarantee that she hates him. Her eyes cannot hide anything from him. It didn't hide her emotions at the club, and it definitely didn't hide when they clearly glistened a hatred for him. And yet, he is in love with her. For God's sake, love!

Though he crossed a few hot girls and made out with them, he'll confess, there's fucking no one like her. She never said she liked him or that he's sexy, not like the other girls did, not even in the club, but he can tell that he's in love with her. She has just stolen his unblemished heart. And its not gonna be easy taking it back from her.

Last night, when he came back drunken, he thought he'd forget everything that happened in the club. And yet, he didn't. He remembered every moment of it. Her name, her face, her tightly strapped dress that highlighted her breasts. Her touch in his handshake. Their kiss. Her fingers in his hair. His hands around her waist, grabbing her close and firm. Every inch of it. He never endured such as anything like it; and he surely loved it.

When his father mentioned about his new school, he wasn't even dreaming about seeing her again. So he agreed. And now, astonishingly, he regrets it.

"I fucking love her!" he blasts. The whole class turns to stare at him. Shit, he's trapped.

"Any problem, Mr Ryan?" his teacher enquires. He reluctantly changes the topic.

"I...I fucking love this subject! She's so fascinating!" he exclaims with a knife stabbed in his reputation.

"Its biology, dude. We gotta lunge a frog to see it's shit," a guy retorts him. The class laughs. He smiles nervously, embarrassed at such dishonor.

"Told you've an effect on me, Mabel," he thinks, a smirk spread across his lips as he dreams to meet her again...