1.03 - Hands down

Giuseppe stared at the side of Andrian's face throughout the lesson. He was amazed at how different she was. She was still so sweet and caring that it amazed him. The whole time he had thought she wasn't the same Andrian he had gone to primary school with. Who had given him half her sandwich every break because he had nothing - even when he told her to go away. Who had helped him build sand castles when he had no one to play with. It was so long ago and he had soon stopped thinking about her as that girl who was his friend when her boobs first came in. But he had seen many other girls as more then friends - and they liked him a lot.

But so much had changed - and Andrian wasn't the same. He watched as she leant forward in class, her shirt catching up and her skin showing. His eyes trained on it as she fiddled with the ring around her index finger.

Flashes surfaced in his mind of when he was in her room. The things she told him. The things she did with him. Even after. He had not wanted their time together to end for a little longer. He hadn't spoken with someone like that in years.

"Andrian can you please go get the text books from my office." The teacher told Andrian, watching her stand up slowly. "You can bring a friend, to help you carry them." He added as a side note. Sparkles and Angie fought to be picked by Andrian but Sam spoke up.

"I'll go." Giuseppe stood up before the words processed. Catching himself off guard as some people turned to look at him. Gulping, he regained his composure as Sam clenched his fist.

"Okay then, Giuseppe." The teacher was caught off guard as well, not having Giuseppe volunteer for anything. The greek boy swaggered beside Andrian, tossing an arm over her shoulder. The teacher's eyebrows rose up as he realised Giuseppes intentions. "Wait - "

"Don't worry Mr Franks, Andy and I are good friends." He snickered, toying with her hair before giving it a gentle tug. Both their minds going back to that night on the weekend. Mr Franks ran a hand down his face, muttering to himself before going back to teaching.

"Why did you volunteer to come with me? - not that I don't appreciate it." She tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear. He eyed her, noticing the modest skirt that came down to her knees. She was going places - blonde hair, bright eyes. Girls didn't look like this, or work hard in school, to just go nowhere.

"I saw your friends fighting, then Sam was going to offer - I just did it. You saved me this morning from him, I just repayed the favor." He shrugged, staring at her chest, smirking that her shirt was the tiniest bit low cut. If he was rude, he would have called her a prude.

"I - I didn't do it as a favor. But thank you." She smiled, toying with the ends of her skirt. He watched as it lifted up, the smile on her face becoming a sly, shy smirk. It must have been a little too obvious that he was still into her. The sheer willpower that kept him from shoving her into every empty classroom they passed and getting back between her legs - was dwindling. But he couldn't. It was one thing he owned for himself, that he did as a moral code. Once - only be with a girl once.

"Don't need to thank me, long legs." His clenched his fist, noticing how it reached out - trying to grab her long skirt. To see those long legs again. "Hey, Andy - how was it?" His cocky grin sprouted red on her cheeks. "I don't usually hear back from my girls." Slowly he slung his arm over her shoulder, watching a shy smile bloom on her face.

"Uh - Definitely very nice. Especially you treating me to breakfast after." She twirled her skirt between her fingers, those long legs taking tiny steps beneath her. He clenched his jaw, his face warming.

"I meant the sex, Andy." His arm around her shoulders slid down, hand inches away from her backside. "Because my favorite part was that little grunt you made when you finish." His hot breath breathed into her ear, sending chills down her spine.

"I..." she trailed off, chin raising in the air as she thought about it. Remembering the endless sex the two had participated. "I can't pick a moment, I felt like a skimpy virgin." She giggled, trying to calm down her beating heart.

"Are you saying you liked all of it?" He arched an eyebrow, Italian shining through with those thick brows. She watched his ego grow and her own eyebrows drew up.

"Not really - when you did the thing... uh, when you sucked on my..." she grabbed her full breasts in her hands and squeezed. His eyes focused on them, wide. "... I wasn't really feeling it."

"Interesting." He watched as she removed her hands, a light bead of sweat fought to rise along his skin. He couldn’t. He could not still be interested in her. "Most girls love it when I suck their tits." He reached out to cop a feel like she had. Giggling, she swatted his hand away. "You let me do it on the weekend." He chuckled lowly, his hand skimming her ass.

"Giuseppe, we need to carry the textbooks - if we're late back to class - " Giuseppe cut her off with a swift smack, before sliding into the classroom. Squealing slightly, she quickly skipped after him. An older teacher sat in the small air conditioned office. Her beaded glasses string wrapped around the back of her neck. "Good morning Ms Kell." She greated.

"Here you go Andrian." Ms Kell pulled out two piles of text books. Her eyes darting to the Italian who slouched against her desk. Flicking through a few of the teachers things. Her eyes turned into slits at the student. "Giuseppe, how funny to see you here not in a detention.... unless..."

"I didn't get kicked out of class Sally." He rolled his eyes, picking up a stack of textbooks from her desk. "Just helping out little goody two shoes." He winked, walking with the stack out the door. "Come on, Andrian." She picked up the stack, quickly following him back out the office.

"You know I only behave at school." She trailed after him, stack of what she realised was only four books. Grinning, she realised that they would need to make a second trip.

"You definitely don't behave in the bedroom." He sent her a cocky glance, walking back into the classroom smiling. Her mouth agape as she scuttled into the classroom, cheeks flaming red, a smile on her face.