CHAPTER 2: HI SEXY STRANGER

CHAPTER 2: HI SEXY STRANGER

ANNA’S POV

I’m not popular and it’s pretty obvious every single day.

Ella is the only real friend I have, and right now she’s pressed up against William like she’s trying to melt into him. They’ve been together since middle school. I remember freshman year , how badly I wanted him too, before he chose her.

During the winter formal, the entire gym watched them kiss under the cheap disco ball but not me, I closed my eyes the second their mouths met, I couldn’t stand there and watch their tongues sliding against each other spreading germs and bacteria.

That same night Ella came over, cheeks still pink, and spilled every filthy detail. How he fingered her in his car. How he did other things. I nodded along, pretending to be the supportive best friend while my stomach twisted. I’ve never had a boyfriend, but I know exactly how a finger feels moving inside me. I’ve done it to myself more times than I can count.

“Anna!” Ella’s voice yanked me back.

I slammed my locker shut, the metallic noise roaring down the hall while people pushed me rushing past.

She was already gliding down the hallway and I forced a smile when she finally spotted me.

“Sorry, Anna! William drove me today.” She didn’t even try to hide the fresh hickey above her collar. My stomach instantly twisted into a knot.

I shrugged. “Cool car?”

“Very cool,” she rose onto her toes, scanning the hallway for him, then gave up and looped her arm through mine. “He’s around here somewhere.”

I couldn’t stop staring at her chest. Of course she got the perfect tits to go with the perfect boyfriend with a much bigger dick. William probably worshipped them every night while I lay in my dark room with my legs spread, desperately rubbing my clit to the thought of him pinning me against the wall

I haven’t seen his dick, but the way he walks, the way his pants sit low on his hips… I can guess.

He wasn’t always like this. Last summer he came back with thick biceps stretching his sleeves and that deep voice that made girls’ heads turn. Now they swarm him like he’s fresh meat while William looks at them like he’s deciding which one to devour next.

In this school you’re supposed to lose your virginity before senior year. If you don’t, you’re basically a walking nun. So I became the smart girl who buries herself in books aka the walking nun with a vagina.

Everyone knows their respective groups. The jocks William included took up the most space, laughing loud, shoulders broad, abs visible even through their shirts. Then there were people like me: heads down, books hugged to our chests, invisible with a vagina and at the very top where the Hive Girls, only I and Ella call them that though.

Piper leaned against the locker, laughing at something one of the football guys whispered in her ear. His hand was already sliding down her waist like it was normal.

It was for Prescott Piper

Last week someone swore they saw her coming out of Mr. Harlan’s office with her top button opened. It's no surprise.

Amber walked on her right, eyes sharp and scanning everyone's faces like she was memorising secrets. Whitney bounced along on the left, giggling that fake little laugh, but her eyes were cold.

I was standing in the middle of the doorway like an idiot not realising Ella has ditched me again to meet William.

“What the hell, asshole? You’re blocking the door.”Piper’s voice cut through me and she flashed that perfect plastic smile, the one she uses right before humiliating someone

“Sor–sorry ,” I stammered, stepping back so fast my shoulder hit the frame.

“Yeah, whatever, weirdo.” The three of them laughed as they swept past me with their heels clicking as they walked. Their laughter lingered even after they turned the corner.

Five minutes later the bell rang and Ella bounced back, arm sliding through mine again. “We have to get to biology.”

She didn’t care about the class. Her notes were nowhere to be found and her grades were hanging by a thread after too many bathroom make out sessions. But she still pulled me along like she was doing me a favor.

We slipped into the room and took our usual seats first row by the door, three seats away from the Hive Girls. I told myself I didn’t care where they sat.

Ella turned to me, smile shifting into a playful grimace. “Okay, why the hell did you waste my time this morning?”

I glanced over at Piper who was reapplying lipgloss, mirror in hand, while Amber and Whitney whispered and giggled about something. None of them looked my way.

I sighed. “I overslept. Umm..i had this… dream. It felt so real.”

“Ooooh,” Ella leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Let me guess valedictorian? Solving world peace?”

Ouch, why did my chest just stab itself.

I forced a laugh. “I'm way cooler than that in my dream.” My thighs pressed together under the desk. The images were still burning behind my eyes: William pinning me against the kitchen counter, his big hand sliding up my skirt, thick fingers pushing inside me while I moaned into his mouth. Then carrying me to my bedroom and fucking me properly.

I swallowed. “I almost had sex.”

Ella’s mouth fell open. “Shut up! Spill with who?”

I could lie or I could tell her the truth, that I came hard in my sleep and dreamt of her boyfriend inside me and watch our friendship burn.

So I chose the safe option because apparently I’m a terrible person.