Watching Her

POV Xander

I woke up to an arm reaching across me to hit my alarm and I turned to see a blonde girl lying next to me. I looked at her, she had decent-looking blonde hair and mediocre body, not as hot as my usual hook-ups, but as long as I got off I was cool with it. “ Are you coming back to bed?” She looked up at me through half open eyes and part of me wanted to take her up on her offer, I mean, there was nothing more better than morning sex but then I looked at the clock. Shit, I was going to be late and I had to get there early. She’d be arriving shortly and I had to see her. I hadn’t seen her all summer. She had gone somewhere with her aunt again. I hung out at Nate’s hoping to catch a glimpse of her, since her aunt lived next door to him. However, she didn’t return until last week.

I looked at the girl in my bed and pulled on my pants and buttoned up my school uniform shirt

“ Look, Candy, I gotta go. I’m already running late." She stared at me and crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow. What was her problem? “ It’s Cammy. My name is Cammy.” she snapped at me. “Where are you going?” I didn’t have time to talk, I grabbed my wallet and keys in hand. “ You have to leave Cammy. I can’t take you home because I’m running late.” She stared at me wide-eyed. “ How am I gonna get home, then?”

I looked at her while I pulled on my Doc Martins and got ready to leave my room. “I dunno. Maybe call an Uber.”I started out of my room and down the stairs and she was following me. This is the part that fucking irritates me. Just because I fucked her she thinks we’re an item or some shit. No Cammy. Only one chick holds that title. “ Are you gonna call me?” she says as I am walking out the door. I shook my head and noticed the hurt look on her face. Sorry babe, but I don’t do monogamy. I fuck em’ and I chuck em’. Cammy knew that when we hookedup, so I don’t know why she thinks any differently now.

I glanced at my phone as I headed into my garage and hopped into my Bugatti 2022 Chiron and started pulling out of the driveway. I synched my phone to the car and called my security guys at the front gate. “ Yeah, Bruce, I have got a girl in the house who won’t leave. Take care of it for me. I’m heading to school.” I pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. Speeding towards school. I can’t be late, my father will have my head. “ Sure thing, sir,” Bruce replied, and I ended the call. I pulled into my parking spot and turned off my car, then got out and leaned up against the side of my car, waiting. I glanced down at my watch. Eight o’clock. She should be arriving any moment.

I watched as she walked up the sidewalk, her head held high with confidence, a new bounce in her step as she swayed her hips, walking as if she was on a catwalk and looking the part too. Her golden hair hung down in cascading curls, and her smile could brighten up any room. She had all eyes on her as usual, but as usual she was oblivious to their gazes. Bella was different from other girls. She didn’t even need to wear make-up or do her hair and she turned everyone’s head. That’s what made her different from all the other chicks. She didn’t seem to realize just how beautiful she was, yet she was super model hot. It made it hard to stay away.

As I watched her head up towards the door a thought occurred; I knew my obsession would never be sated. I had to possess her. How stupid I had been in middle school when I decided to bully her, but who would have thought that back then the nerdy girl with golden hair, sapphire eyes, thick glasses, and metal mouth would turn out to be the hottest girl in Harlowe.

At first, she was an easy target, she stuck out like a sore thumb with her golden hair and bronzed skin in a town all made up of toe-headed blondes, brunettes, and red heads with ivory skin. She was a nerdy nobody with braces and bottle-cap glasses, a bully like myself just couldn’t resist. Of course, back then, I had no idea that she would continue blossoming into the girl she is now. Why did she have to be so beautiful? I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.

In every class I had with her, I made sure to get a seat in the back just so I could watch her. The way she tapped on her desk with her pencil when she was thinking of an answer, the way she bit her pencil when she was nervous, her nose scrunched up when something confused her, and she played with her hair when she was getting bored.

I often fantasized about what her golden-colored hair would look like sprayed across my pillow while I stared into those sapphire blue eyes while I fucked her. What would her face look like during her orgasm? What kind of sounds would she make? Was she a screamer or would she muffle her sounds?

This year was my final year at Harlowe. This year I was going to go out with a bang. I was finally going to find what had intrigued me since her transformation back in eighth grade. There’d be no more fantasizing, Bella Queen would be mine. As I watched her as she entered the school, I ran across the schoolyard to the side door and waited, knowing Bella would come past my spot. After all, I knew her schedule better than my own. She would head to breakfast, then take her usual seat outside and head to her locker before the first hour. It was the same routine she had kept every year and it made her so predictable. I always knew where to find her.

Time to put my plan into action. Get ready Bella, because I’m coming for you and I won’t stop until I possess every part of you my little kitten.