I'm not easy to impress. That's what many people learn after a while of constantly seeking my approval on almost everything they do.

Sometimes there are those girls who talk about constantly about their abs or legs, or they pull their shirts down a little to show their breast more, some of those girls didn't even have anything to show. Even guys would show off in front of me to be accepted. They wouldn't show off abs or try to get me to see anything else of what they had, but they would just start acting 'cooler' like they were trying to show up whoever was around them. Maybe they try to show me up. Either way, they are looking to impress while around me.

What a challenge I make everything.

Class today was just like any other class. Boring stuff no one would even remember in thirty years. Today was the third day into the school year, which meant no more cheap introductions or getting to know what the class was about. It was now that the 'fun' would begin. That's what the teachers called it anyway. Fun.

The only fun thing about this class was the girl across from me was wearing a skirt and she wasn't crossing her legs. When my gaze went towards her she just smirked and raised her eyebrows. Oh God, was she asking for it. Girls who threw themselves at me usually got declined, but this one couldn't be turned down.

"You going to keep staring at her crotch all day or are you going to get out of my spot?" A voice I didn't recognize came from behind me in such a demeaning tone.

What the hell? Did someone just talk to me like that? Me?

I refused to turn around and face the enemy. She didn't deserve a face-to-face conversation. "I'm pretty sure that there isn't a seating arrangement that has been established yet, so I don't know to which spot of yours you are referring."

Kyliee, the girl who couldn't keep her legs shut, giggled at my comment. I couldn't take it too personally, though. She just really wanted me to notice her. 

"Oh, you know. The one you're sitting in," she replied.

Okay, she was worth my time. I turned around to face her and I had to say I was surprised by her appearance. She wasn't exactly the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but she had curves where it counted. She just had a little trouble with showing off her body the way she should. Her clothes weren't flattering against her body, the cloth was baggier than what I normally liked. Glasses sat comfortably on the top of her small nose, they were more of the hipster type of eyeware. Her bangs hung over the top of her glasses and the rest of her dark brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun.

I had to admit, she needed work, a lot it, but she had the chance of looking good if she actually tried.

"And your name is . . .?" I let the question hang there as I waited for an answer.

"We just introduced ourselves only a couple days ago and you already forgot?"

"I have a bad habit of forgetting names." 

"Clearly." She sat down in the seat next to me, signafying my victory.

"Don't look so happy with yourself," she grinned. "That spots mine tomorrow."

"I'd love to see you try to get me out of it."

"I'll think of something."

I didn't know how to take that comment so I just gave her my best smile, but that didn't seem to change her expression or make her melt or anything. Which I have to say wasn't a normal reaction. She was definately something else. I just didn't know why she wasn't falling for my charm. I didn't even know why I really wanted her to either. She wasn't special. She didn't have perfectly straight teeth, or a nice tan, or great hair like all the other girls I like to fool around with.

Maybe it was just how she held herself. She talked with such confidence and I've always found confidence an important quality.

"I don't think I ever got your name," I pointed out.

"Dahlia."

"What kind of a name is that?" Damn, I was being rude. I'm not sure why I cared about how I was treating someone, but I did anyway.

"What kind of a name is Colton?" she smiled, but she wasn't looking at me, she was looking at the notes that we were supposed to be writing on the board. I barely noticed that that was what we were supposed to do, but I didn't care. 

When I looked up I noticed Kyliee's annoyed expression as she continuously tapped her pen against her notebook. She glared at me and I just continued laughing. "What?"

She scoffed and continued with her notes. 

"I'm sorry, I was in a conversation with a really interesting woman." When I called Dahlia interesting she looked up at me for a moment and then went back to her notes. "What can I help you with, Kyliee?"

"Nothing." She clearly faked her anger as she scribbled a message on a small slip of paper. When she was done she threw it at my shoe, hoping that no one else noticed. 

Drama supply closet after 6th period? 

I smirked when I got the letter. I hadn't gotten a invitation like this since Freshman year. Kyliee's style had always been a little more childish, but it was cute, so I tried not to think too deeply into it.

"Wouldn't miss it for anything." I would miss it, of course, if a better offer came along, but I always needed to be prepared if that opportunity never comes along. I winked and got up just seconds before the bell rang.

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For a desperate girl just an hour ago, Kyliee Hill was traumatizingly patient while committing what she so desperately wanted. For her, teasing wasn't just a momentary thing, it was an agonizingly painful wait.

Her hand had been playing with the rim of my jeans repetatively as she kissed my neck. She knew what she was doing, I gave her credit for that, but this version of teasing was almost tiring. There wasn't enough of an excitement build-up; it was too drawn out. 

Finally after too long of waiting for her to make a move, I pushed her into the shelf of props and she squealed as some fell to the floor of the closet. While her mouth was still open i took my chance and entered her mouth. She was surprised at first, but she let me take control as I explored her mouth with my toungue.

She moaned and that sound gave me permission to continue. My hand ventured up her shirt and I tested to see if she had a freak-out-point somewhere. there was no sign of her stopping me as I got to the bottom of her bra so I continued to discover more of Kyliee.

I removed my tongue from her mouth and trailed kisses toward her neck as she rubbed that spot on my jeans. I grinned against her neck as she contined with that while I found her weak spot. Every girl had one, I just needed to find it.

It took me only a moment to find her breaking point. Once my lips reached her spot she gasped and her breathing quickened. Her body pleaded for more, but karma was a bitch. I would make her wait like she did to me earlier.

I continued to suck at her spot on her neck as she tightened her grip around my waist, pulling me closer. "Beckett, please?"

Kyliee was resorting to begging? Made sense for her type, but I hadn't heard begging in a while. Usually I found it too needy or intolerable for women to beg, but sometimes their needyness gave you so much power. If there's anything that can make a man crazier than sex, it's power.

My grin grew as she became more desperate, then finally, I gave us what both of us were waiting for.