5. So Good.

I felt the gentle shake of Jake's hand on my shoulder, coaxing me out of the depths of sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I found myself face to face with him, his warm breath ghosting over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. His intense gaze met mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

My senses slowly awakened, I became acutely aware of Jake's closeness, the heat of his body radiating beside me. Memories of the vivid dream I had just awoken from flooded my mind, a dream where I was on top of Jake riding the waves of pleasure, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

"It's time for you to get ready for school." he advised.

"Thank you for waking me up." I would surely not bother to set my alarms in the mornings with a wake up like this.

I shifted slightly, feeling the soft brush of Jake's thigh against mine as he sat on the edge of the bed. His presence was intoxicating, stirring something deep within me that I couldn't quite name. I watched as his eyes daringly roamed over me, tracing the curves of my body, I noticed my breast had caught his attention as they were on full display for him to take in.

With a playful grin, I stretched lazily, exaggerating my movements to give Jake a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath my skimpy little pajamas. I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me, his desire practically crackling in the air between us.

Suddenly, Jake's voice broke the silence, his tone filled with curiosity. "I'm curious," he began, his eyes locked on mine.

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Curious about what?" I asked, my voice innocent.

His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he spoke again, his voice low and husky. "Why were you moaning in your sleep?" he inquired, his words sending a blush creeping up my cheeks.

I bit my lip nervously, caught off guard by his question. Before I could respond, Jake gently parted my legs, his hand going between my legs, his warm touch making my pussy twitch with need at his contact.

I gasped in surprise as his hand brushed against the fabric of my panties, his fingers grazing over the dampness between my legs. Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized he could feel how aroused I was.

With a teasing smirk, Jake leaned in close, his lips tantalizingly close to mine. "This," he whispered huskily, "is not acceptable."

Jake's voice was low, a husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "Avery," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, "if you keep teasing me like this, I might have to take matters into my own hands and solve the problem."

I bit my lip, desperately trying to contain the surge of desire that pulsed through me at the thought of Jake taking control. Every fiber of my being yearned for his touch, for him to fulfill the fantasies that had been swirling in my mind since I woke up.

But before I could respond, Jake rose from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. My heart sank as he walked away, leaving me in a hot mess of longing and frustration.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, feeling utterly defeated as I slumped back onto my bed.

The morning, Jake went about his routine as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, making me even more frustrated by his nonchalant attitude. With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly prepared myself for another day at school.

While the day progressed, I found myself catching up on missed classwork, a task that I would have much rather forgotten about altogether. However, the promise of lunch was the one thing that kept me going, the thought of the dismissal bell signaling the end of the day being the only silver lining.

Navigating my way to the cafeteria, I scanned the room for an empty table where I could sit alone for lunch, only to be met with stares and snickers from the other students.

"You're new here, aren't you?" a lone girl from a nearby table whispered to me, her voice filled with curiosity and perhaps a hint of sympathy.

"I guess you could say so," I replied, feeling a bit self-conscious at how easily my newness seemed to be detected.

"I think you should find somewhere else to sit quickly before the school's mean dweebs get here," she warned, her tone laced with concern.

Taking her advice to heart, I hastily got up from my seat, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention on my first day at the school. I quickly made my way over to her table and took a seat beside her.

"Thank you," I said, grateful for her timely intervention.

"No problem," she replied casually, giving me a small smile.

I sat beside her; I took a moment to observe her. With her hair tied up into a ponytail and black lipstick adorning her lips, she exuded a sense of confidence that intrigued me. Her choice of clothing, all in shades of grey, further added to her unique aura. Despite her edgy appearance, her facial features were undeniably cute, leaving me to wonder if she belonged to a particular social group.

Analyzing her further, I speculated that she was likely more of an emo than a nerd, geek, or social butterfly. However, appearances could be deceiving, and I was curious to learn more about the girl who had just come to my rescue.

"Aren't you done assessing me?" Claire questioned, her gaze meeting mine as she took a bite of her sandwich.

"Sorry for staring. My name's Avery Reeves," I apologized, extending a hand in greeting.

"Claire Walters," she responded flatly, her lack of interest evident in her tone.

Definitely emo, I thought to myself, noting her indifferent demeanor.

"I couldn't help but wonder why someone like you would be sitting here... alone," I ventured, trying to engage her in conversation.

"Someone like me?" Claire raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes, although you don't seem like someone who would have tons of friends, you do seem like you'd have guys flocking to you," I explained, trying to navigate the delicate balance of our conversation.

Claire snickered at my assumption. "More like run away. You're the first one daring enough to come and sit next to me. Do you see these chopsticks in my hair? The dimwits here think I'm going to kill them with it," she smirked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Would you, though?" I asked, unable to resist the opportunity to tease her.

"Maybe." She teased making us both laugh out loud.

I'm sorry I hadn't relocated back with my dad a long time ago; everything seems to be looking up greatly.

Especially with my crush.