he furrowed his brows, instantly tucking his hands into his pockets to avoid any physical contact with her. “i’ll just- take the other way. sorry to have bumped into you,” he replied, face devoid of any emotion, “i don’t know. i don’t know who you are, or what you are.”
Jojo could tell that Raphael was not in a good place.
He usually, though not the cheeriest crayon in the box, was a bit brighter and much less removed from other people.
Especially her.
So she was surprised that the boy had become quite well versed in hiding his emotions. She quirked a brow at his words, noting that he had no emotions in his voice nor face.
He didn’t know how much that hurt her more. Had he been mad or grovelling-maybe she could have gleaned some satisfaction from this sordid interaction. But instead, he was choosing to completely ignore her?
It shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did, especially considering she was the one who abandoned him. Not like they really had a relationship beyond that fateful night. Still, feelings were caught and dropped and the scars remained.
She couldn’t imagine how he had felt about her in this moment, or before. At this moment, she was guessing he was pissed at her or disappointed. Either way, she certainly wasn’t pleased.
“Raphael Rowe. Don’t you walk away from me. Or act like you don’t know who I am.” she replied in a dangerously low tone.
The halls were quiet and Jojo was pleased with this as she made her way down the somewhat empty corridor. No males to whistle at her, no girls to fluster her.
It reminded her of the time she first met Raphael.
Raphael Rowe was a boy she had met during her fourth year at Hogwarts and had instantly-despite her best judgement and to her own mild surprise-become close to him. From that closeness stemmed infatuation. She had seen him around sure, but since he was a year above herself she decided it was best not to let her feelings grow.
However, there had been a day...
The flashbacks were bad on this day. The sensation of rough palms running mindlessly down her body was giving her unwanted goosebumps and it took all her will to not run to the showers to scrub her skin raw.
Instead, she snuck off campus grounds and disguised herself as an older version of herself (she had to admit, for not having transformed her whole body before, she did a pretty good job at looking older) and was off to Hogsmeade to drown herself in butter beer and forget about her late father’s scalding touches.
It was quite easy to get liquor-especially fire whiskey and butter beer-because she had given herself generous tits and a seductive smile. It was hard for the bartenders to not be completely infatuated with her the moment she walked into the bar. She divulged herself on free liquor for hours until one of the more caring bartenders got it out of her that she was a student at Hogwarts. So he called her a cab and she was whisked back to the empty halls and cobblestone pathways of Hogwarts.
As soon as she was back on campus grounds, she dropped her transformation, tired and drunk and wanting nothing but to lay on the ground. So she did exactly that.
In the middle of the hallway, right in front of the Great Hall, she slumped to the ground and let her heavy lids close.
When they opened, she was being helped up-more like being slung onto someone’s back. She was groggy and her head was pounding but she could feel strong arms underneath her. The person under her startled a bit, as if they hadn’t expected her to move and she rubbed her eyes only to look straight into the eyes of Raphael Rowe.
She wanted to jump but her was holding her tight to his body and her body was too sluggish to do such a thing anyway. Instead, she slurred, “What in the world do you think you’re doing, mish-ter? Is this how you get girls? When they’re unconscious?”
He scoffed at her playfully and helped the rest of her body onto his back, locking her wrists around his neck. In response, he just looked backwards a bit and replied, “Hold on tight.” as he stood up.
Jojo knew her hair was beyond bright pink but she let him carry her to his room and set her down on his bed.
She woke up the next morning with him facing away from her and she jabbed his shoulder until he woke up. As soon as he did, she leaned forward and let her lips faintly brush over his. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t stop her from kissing him some more.
A few hours after they had just been lying in bed, she suddenly sat up and muttered, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t be here and I shouldn’t have done this. This is a mistake.”
Of course he tried to stop her, but she brushed him off and quickly slipped her shoes back on. Once she was done, she looked back at him and said, “Don’t look for me.” and left.
Jojo was jolted from her thoughts when someone’s hand brushed against her in the hallway. She shivered at the random contact and turned to meet the offender with her signature fiery gaze.
Only to be met with the visage of the boy she was just daydreaming about.
In her calmest voice she uttered, “Watch where you’re going, love. I have a temper and I’m not afraid to use it.” She clucked her tongue. “Not as if you don’t already know that Mr Rowe.”
“Really? Most people would find my responses to be quite common. And at least I’ve somehow gain your respect…and my kind?” He blinked at her response, but his brows furrowed lightly at the bitter sounding laugh. He dislike hearing such laughs from people, he preferred it when it was of a happier tone. And it seemed that she regularly gained negative reactions from his apparent ‘kind’.
“And what’s the matter with a girl like you? I think that at least, uh, my kind I suppose, should, well, treat you with level-headedness.” He ended up trying to do something about that bitter laugh, but ended up being awkward instead. He groaned inwardly, wondering why he even tried when he knew he’d be like that.
He blinked again when she stuck out her hand, nearly falling into his focused state. Shaking his head lightly, an attempt to push it away, he shook her hand and greeted in turn “Jake Ainsworth, nice to meet you.”
“Umm…is it alright if I go throw this first though, it’s not really ideal to hold it amidst a conversation like this…” He sheepishly smiled as their hands separated. He looked around, trying to spot a nearby trash can and then realized that this school actually really didn’t have much of those. Odd, but then again, it is a magical school.
Jojo quirked her brow at the boy and she snickered at his hesitance at using her manner of speech. After all, she was not the nicest person and her use of the phrase “his kind” was very much an insult.
But he was taking all of it in stride. It discerned her and piqued her interest.
His next phrase made her eyebrows fly up. Her hair turned a slightly brighter shade of pink and she knew her cheeks matched this sudden change. She turned her head away, shielding her hair. How dare he make her feel flustered? Just for that she should have hexed him into oblivion.
What was worse was that he also seemed flustered so she was confused as to what his intention were. No matter how he meant to come off, she was feeling flushed and embarrassed that he would say such a thing to her.
So after he had introduced himself, she asked him, “Well Jake love-why don’t you tell me what kind of girl I am and how I should be treated, hm?”
While she waited for his reply she took the banana peel from him and quietly uttered, “Lux lucis~” and a small flame burst from her palm. Immediately, she dropped the banana over it and watched as the peel curled, turned to a burnt brown, and disintegrated until it was nothing but ashes in her palm, which she blew out the window.
“Now that we’ve solved that love-answer my question please.” she drawled to him and pulled him in the direction she had been walking.
Most of her life had been spent away from the opposite sex, learning how to perfect her own pleasuring skills through trial and error on herself and the occasional fling with another woman.
But men were much easier to please and much simpler than women, making her job in pulling at every one of Eli’s strings that much easier. She wanted to see his carefully woven visage rip apart at the seams, as she had seen so many times before when they engaged in these wonderfully sensual acts.
Jojo licked her lips fervently, his words fueling on her naughty mind. His words alone had her dripping with anticipation. She had to reward him for doing such an excellent job and being such a good boy, no?
And reward him she would.
Jojo was ready to watch him unravel. So she slid up his body just a bit, to pull his chin down so their gazes met. “Oh love, I’m going to need you to look at me as I send you to heaven and back.” she smirked and promptly slid back down to work her plush lips over his throbbing length.
Slowly, she forced her mouth to open wider as she deftly took his entire length into her mouth. She waited for a moment, letting him adjust to the warm heat of her mouth. She could only imagine how much mind-boggling, aching pleasure she was making him feel.
Before he could get too comfortable, she was immediately bobbing her head, letting her lips tighten around his cock so she could give him the tight sensation of her womanhood. She smirked and eased up a bit, only to lock her lips around his tip again. Jojo suckled at him harder this time, so that he would get really frustrated, and then let her lips come off his tip with a satisfying pop.
She sat up a bit on her elbows and gave Eli her most innocent smile. “Shall I continue? Perhaps I could send you to hell instead of heaven.”
If there was one thing that Jojo loved, it was to torture the hell out of her lover.
She couldn’t help loving the way her simple yet wicked words affected the boy and she blamed him for being so easy to affect. Eli was a simple boy with simple wants and Jojo knew exactly how to twist him in the palm of her hand to make sure that he not only got what he wanted but he also got it tenfold. Never in her life had she found manipulating a boy’s pleasure to be so fun, but Eli made it worth the buildup.
Because somewhere deep inside herself she knew, when the time came, once she had relieved him of his stress, he wouldn’t leave her like the rest.
She licked her lips once more, skin tingling from his begging. She could see how he was so carefully trying not to lose his mind over her touch and that sent her own heart in a frenzy-she would make sure he couldn’t see straight once she was done with him. Jojo vowed ever since the first time they started doing this that he would be hooked on her alone. She didn’t know how hooked he was on her, but judging by the way his head was thrown back and how his blunt nails were digging into the back of her neck oh-so pleasurably, she would say that she was pretty damn close.
“Well love, since you asked me so nicely...” she purred and slowly pulled down the last barrier between her mouth and his length. Pulling off his underwear, his length stood fully at attention, right in front of her. She giggled and blew some cool air on the head and murmured against him, “Wow, you were already this turned on by me? I must be better than I thought...”
Jojo was not a believer in giving Eli a break, so she didn’t even let him reply before she took half of his length in her mouth and suckled at the tip. She didn’t want him to blow his load too quickly though, so she removed her mouth and licked up and down, her hands deftly following her tongue and stroking him in painfully slow motions.
“Eli love, tell me what you want. Joestar can’t help you unless you use your big boy words.” she murmured deviously.
A sense of wonder and suspicion remained at the sudden change in attitude. While knowing of temperamental people, she had never seen someone go from ready to set someone aflame to calm and sweet this quick.
Lids blinking to comprehend the sudden twist, Michelle remains calm and lets the soothing noise of the waves against the shore keep her balanced instead of becoming suspicious. To call someone fake merely because of a mannerism one had never encountered before wasn’t only illogical but also rude. She remained casual but still on guard, making sure her camera was turned off before paying full attention back to the other female again. “Oh a Slytherin? Then you might know Aries? Aries Black?”
In fact the Ravenclaw was curious how this female stood to her best friend in case she knew him and in how far he got along with his fellow Slytherins’. Despite having accepted the fact they were in different houses, she still couldn’t help to worry about him at times.
The sudden question confused her and left her taken aback all the same. It was almost as if she had managed to read Michelle’s mind. “I am.” She said without hesitation. After five years she had grown fond of her house and the people in it. “And you?”
Jojo smiled and rubbed her neck sheepishly. She supposed her mood was switching quite a lot. She hoped Michelle didn’t think she was a nutcase.
Smoothing her skirt, she directed her attention back to Michelle. The girl seemed to almost light up when she said she was a Slytherin. She was asking about a certain member of her house.
Oh Jojo knew about Aries alright. Sure, they had never interacted, but it was kind of hard not to notice the boy when he carried such a name with him. The Black family was quite prestigious and though Jojo was Muggleborn, a secret none of her housemates knew about, she knew of the weight of that boy’s family name.
However, she chose to reply, “Well love, I know of him but I’ve never interacted with him. I generally tend to avoid the opposite sex if I can help it. And as for my pride for my house, I am quite proud of it. If I had to describe myself with one word it would be ambition and I can assure you that I would gladly use any means to achieve my goals.” she smiled, her words having a deeper meaning than the girl might be able to pick up. In either case, she wouldn’t lie about this. Her house was her pride and she was sure that by the way her fellow housemates held their heads quite high, they felt the same way.
Michelle could tell that the temper of this girl was a force to not be reckoned with but she surely didn’t have the time nor the patience to deal with her bratty mannerism.
Before she could excuse herself though, her camera was tugged from her neck and with a fixated gaze towards the girl, she could only hope for this kid that she wasn’t intend on breaking it. To fix the device might be possible with a certain spell but she still wasn’t keen on investing the time and effort to do so.
When after a couple of moments nothing happened however and the only noise between them became the sound of someone clicking through her taken pictures, the ravenclaw allowed her stance to relax, shoulders falling when there seemed to be no danger or tension ahead. “It’s okay.” Michelle merely muttered, a tad confused about the sudden switch in persona.
“I’m Michelle.” The girl responded, storing her wand away again to have her hands free so she could accept the camera in return. “I’ll be a 6th year Ravenclaw after the summer and you?”
If she could make a guess, she’d probably place the temperamental girl in either Gryffindor or Slytherin.
Jojo was a bit embarrassed by her mannerisms from before, but she just couldn’t help herself. She was the type to lash out and not give a damn about who it was. However, she was always quick to clear up misunderstandings and while she did have a nasty temper on her, she wasn’t the type to try to cover it up or be fake about it. Might as well be upfront about it.
Jojo smiled a bit and pressed her hands into her dress. “Well love, I’ll also be a 6th year when school starts again but I’m in Slytherin house.” she replied, a bit sad that her Slytherin crest wasn’t proudly shining on her breast. There was something so nice about having a crest to look to when she wanted to figure out which house fellow students were in. She figured some were glad that they could shed their crests, probably those annoyingly happy badgers, but for her-the crest was an important symbol of status that she liked to parade around.
She was sure other students, inside and outside her house, felt the same way. Maybe even some of those badgers felt proud to wear their crests too.
“So why were you watching me from all the way over here?”
As she spoke Chamyle took her hand and walked her fingers up the Jo-Jo’s arm starting at her hand and stopping at her shoulder. She held it there for a few seconds before walking to the other side of the table and sitting close enough to the girl that she could feel the changes in her breath.
Whispering softly in her ear she added “Was there maybe something” she paused a soft smile coming onto her face “you wanted.”
She felt jumpy and nervous, something that was not her cup of tea. She wanted to explore these feelings-and also Chamyle’s body-but that was just the tip of the iceberg. She would fall into her own abyss if she kept doing this.
She took a big breath and met Chamyle’s gaze. But the girl was moving her fingers up her arm and then she was moving and Jojo’s head felt like it was in a cloudy, heady space when Chamyle sat next to her. Her cheeks were a healthy, warm red and her eyes were darting everywhere when Chamyle leaned closer to her. Her heart rate was going a million a minute and it took every ounce of her will to not kiss the girl.
Instead she nervously twirled a strand of hair between her fingers and gulped a bit. She didn’t know what this girl’s game was-was she teasing or was she trying to start something? She blinked at the girl and adjusted her skirt. “I was watching you...because I’ve wanted to, uh, befriend you for a while now.” she mumbled and added, “I just..tend to be a bit shier with girls.”
Jojo gasped in a breathy way that only Eli could make her produce. His groans were like music to her ears. She let herself melt into his touch, not wanting to resist him any longer. It was his fault that she was like this, but she couldn’t be removed of fault either. She knew the way she affected him, though when they first started doing this, she was not so sure why or how he was so affected. She learned that the little things that a person does can contribute to the overall attraction to said person.
That was something she had learned deftly, through nights of endless chains of groans and cries. Sweet sweet whining and nail scratching pleasure. She wasn’t always sure what was going on, just that her hair was a silky pink-purple, indicating the passion that was undeniably flowing between them.
Jojo gasped again as Eli inserted his tongue in her mouth. She felt a warm shiver run down her spine and she automatically rolled her hips on him, their bodies feeling impossibly close as she let him work his mouth over hers. Kissing Eli was like seeing heaven and she could do it for hours.
But she wanted more. And when her lips began to get red and swollen, she pulled away and pushed him to lay against her mountain of pillows. With him in this laying position, still able to see her and touch her, she slid down and licked her lips, already aware of the tent in his pants. Jojo had something of an...oral fixation and Eli was not helping that. Nor was he complaining.
She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and smirked. “Eli love...” she drawled as she unzipped his pants, “Would you like some help with this problem here?” she giggled and squeezed his length.
“Use your big boy words, hm?” she said, her smirk returning.
“My … kind?” He stared up at her cluelessly, ignorant of her prejudice, but dismissed the comment with the pat on his head. The affectionate gesture seemed to put away the feeling of judgement, and instead made him feel oddly and perhaps incorrectly accepted by her. He answered it with a slightly crooked and hesitantly shy smile.
“My hair..?” He immediately raised one hand to his untidy black mess, tangling his fingers through the ends; they had darkened to their natural colour once more, but Jon could easily assume to what she was referring to. In spite of the fact she openly told him she was the same, he couldn’t help the embarrassment he felt at being caught, and ducked his head down, averting his eyes to the muddy ground again, only to flinch when her voice was suddenly tantalisingly close, her breath against his ear. He couldn’t recall ever being so close to another human that wasn’t his own mother; his instinctive reaction was to move, and so he did, awkwardly scrambling a few inches away from her and turning to look at her in the eyes. The proximity had, at first, taken the edge away from her warning, but it slowly registered within the new found breathing space between them.
“Oh,” he mumbled, his eyes flitting between meeting her gaze and averting to look at the ground as he spoke, “oh, right, yes. I - it’s just, sometimes, you know there’s - there’s, it’s hard to control, sometimes, I don’t even know I’m doing it.”
Jojo smiled warmly at him when he ducked his head down and moved away from her. She needed to tone down her intensity, clearly, since he seemed jumpy. That was okay-Jojo could do that. She didn’t have to be so intense to get her point across.
He shot her a hesitant and shy smile and it stirred her heart a bit. She always had wondered what it would be like to have a brother, one that would look out for her and she in turn could look out for him. Someone to listen to her woes and someone to cheer her up on her off days.
She smiled at him and tucked her slightly pink hair behind her ear. She wanted to be firm with him but she didn’t want him to be afraid of her.
“Well it tends to be that way. I can’t always control it either, but you must try. And be more careful about losing control of your emotions. They are not so forgiving about these things.”
The moment she said something to him, he shrank. Of course Jake was not one to ever do confrontations, and he surely was never the kind to argue with others, no matter how humiliating it may be. He dislike trying to cause any problems, despite how many strange situations he gotten himself in.
“S-sorry…” he ended up fumbling slightly, looking away and trying not to anger the girl. Noticing her tie and crest, he inwardly died at the fact she was a Slytherin. Of course that meant he was instantly reminded of someone else and her words oddly became less painful. At least it wasn’t coming out of that girl’s mouth. Gaining a little bit more confidence he took the banana peel off of his head with a sigh.
“I’ll go throw this thing where it belongs too then, again sorry for wasting your time.” He told her. Rose would probably have his head for being so compliant to someone who was being mean to him, but he was used to it. Plus this wasn’t so painful, wasn’t as hurtful, so he just gave the girl a smile that held nothing to it.
“Will that be fine for you then? Hopefully the rest of your day goes better if that’s the case.” He politely said, not even a bit angry.
Jojo frowned. She wasn’t accustomed to males shrinking from her, as satisfying as it may be. Although she couldn’t say she was that surprised, given that this one seemed like he was a bit more reserved. After all, most guys probably would have yelled at her had they been hit with her perilous banana peel.
And in turn, had this boy done such a thing, she would have hexed him into next week.
Instead, she twirled her hair around her fingers when he removed the peel off, a sigh escaping his pretty lips. Jojo smirked, hands crossing over her chest as she looked with interest regarding what he was about to say. She was shocked about his tone, and just the way he was handling the situation in general. Usually males weren’t too happy about her tone and got visibly upset.
This boy just smiled at her and wished that her day got better. Did she hear that right?
Jojo huffed and looked this boy up and down. “Well, that’s not a response I’m accustomed to love. That’s certainly a different way to approach the situation. And while I still may not like you, I respect your level-headedness. Not many of your kind have it when faced with a girl like me.” she laughed bitterly.
She stuck her hand out and looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m Jojo.”
Eli didn’t bother to hide his joy when she re-took her seat. First, because it would be a wasted effort–he wore his heart out on his sleeve after all. And second, because he wanted her to know exactly how much he wanted her around at the moment.
Jojo always had the most conflicting feelings right before they engaged in anything physical. It was so hard for her to admit that as much as she hated men, she could still appreciate what they physically had to offer.
Especially Eli.
She smiled at him innocently when he hissed that she wasn’t playing fair. He should have known by now that she never played fair. Especially because whenever she looked at his face, she felt that he wasn’t playing fair.
< How could someone be so handsome yet so obnoxious? Why out of all people am I attracted to this moron? > she pondered to herself. She knew that her squeezing his thigh, her touch, affected him.
She was glad to know it went both ways.
She felt fire shoot through her limbs when his tone dropped, becoming serious. It was unlike him to not have a playful lilt in his voice. He only got that way when he was needy and judging by his intense smolder he was giving her, she had definitely affected him.
When he asked her if she had somewhere to be, she tilted her head for a second, not understanding what he was trying to do. Until she looked back into his eyes and realized that he was trying to get her alone.
Without words, she dragged him all the way to her room, locking the door and facing him boldly. She wasn’t one to beat around the bush so she immediately pushed him on her bed, straddling him and taking his face in her hands. It was times like these where she really just wanted to sit and appreciate how marvelously handsome he was. She took her time peppering kisses over his jawline and cheekbones, moving over to his nose and then finally, she pressed a hard kiss to his lips before pulling away, her hands still cupping his gorgeous visage.
“Eli dear, even if we’re both Muggleborn, our magic is right here.” she giggled at her own cheesiness and she planted another kiss on his lips.
Chamyle laughed with her eye wide from surprise as she watched the girl’s hair turn pink, only to be followed by her cheeks.How had she done that, her hair as far as Cam was aware had always been at least slightly pink but she had definitely seen it get darker only to fade a bit before the girl introduced her self.
She nodded as, Jojo gave her name, if was fitting, her name.
“I like your name, short and sweet” she left a short pause, “I’m Chamyle” She wondered why the girl was so flustered, it wasn’t the usual response she got from them. There was one thought that popped into her head but she was quick to brush it away, that couldn’t be it. This girl couldn’t like her, that would be absurd, though she couldn’t say that she would mind.
Despite being naive this was one of the topics that she was able to navigate with some sort of ease. She decided that she would test out her theory.
Cam reached out her hand, pausing slightly before running her hand through the girl’s pink locks which had now almost returned to their regular shade “How did you… do that, the color.”
The urge to say “I know” to Chamyle’s introduction of herself was overwhelming, but she bit her tongue and nodded slightly, her face still hot and her imagination still cranking out images that was making it hard to breath properly.
She wasn’t even paying attention to her hair, which was all over the place and clearly not normal. She should’ve been trying to keep her heartbeat down and control her emotions so that she could get her hair under control but she was too busy staring at Chamyle’s visage and imagining it twisted in pleasure. Because of her.
So it wasn’t a stretch to say that she was surprised at the comment about her hair, because she hadn’t really been paying attention to the girl’s words up to that point.
She fingered one of her locks, shivering when Chamyle ran her hand through it. It was only then that her eyes focused and she saw that her hair was not it’s usual blonde color. She yelped and looked down, her cheeks burning brightly. How was she to explain this?
Instead of covering it up with a lie, Jojo hesitantly leaned over and murmured, “Ah well...I’m a metamorphmagi. Please don’t tell anyone else. I try to keep it on the low...” she said, her eyes slightly sheepish and pleading.
Laughing, Eli reached over and stroked a lock of pink hair between his fingers. He loved the color on her, it matched well with her skin and eyes, making her look magical. And for a muggleborn kid like him, he loved anything that reminded him of magic. Of course Jojo would get upset about breaking perfection though, she was so hung up on the idea of it while Eli could care less. But, still, knowing that it made her so visually upset, he could do nothing but offer his sympathy in the form of the back of his fingers caressing her neck. The action wasn’t so innocent though, he knew exactly what he was doing by initiating physical contact with her.
“You love when I call you Joestar. Plus, it’s not like anyone else but me would dare call you by it.” He gave her a dimpled smile, “No worries, right?”
When she looked up at him, he felt a current of electricity shoot up his spine. She was perfectly within his reach, their physical connection tugging at him to initiate something. And she must have felt it too because he saw exactly where she was looking before she shot away from him.
He might have a way to calm her down. And now he wanted her. The important part was, did she want him?
Testing the waters, he reached forward and tugged on the back of her skirt. “Hey, that’s okay, take your anger out on me. But, stay. I’ll listen to you complain, okay?” Ghosting his hand up, he settled his grip on her waist, giving her a gentle pull to urge her to sit back down.
Jojo wanted nothing more than to sock this boy in the face.
How was it that he could make her so mad and so weak at the same time? This is why she despised males so much. They used their charms to get what they wanted and then left the broken pieces behind to rot.
But Jojo...she knew that Eli wasn’t actually like that. As a person, he was annoying as shit and she usually wanted nothing to do with him, unless it involved hexes.
But as a lover, he was so...compassionate. He took care of her, like a king would to his queen. It was one of the sexiest things about him to her, as a man. She had never experienced or seen that behavior from a man.
She sighed, feeling his hands on her waist. Electricity burned on her skin. She did love when he called her Joestar. It was cute and bubbly and totally him. Her feelings were conflicting about him. One minute she wanted him, the next she wanted to slap the shit out of him.
It was complicated.
She sat back down and huffed. “Listen love. I hate your guts and I’m sure you know it. But you are not to touch me in public unless you want to take responsibility for the repercussions, understood?”
As she uttered those words, she settled a hand on his thigh and squeezed it hard. He had such nice, firm legs. She smirked a bit as she imagined herself straddling them.
“Ugh, I can’t stand how handsome you are, Eli. I hope you know that.” she murmured, her hair retaining the pink color.
She was quickly losing grip of her emotions-distaste turning into desire. She rubbed her legs together, starting to feel her need grow.
Chamyle had never really dove into endeavors beyond basic friendship she knew that eventually it would end badly. It would hurt, being left all alone once again, in her opinion if she stayed alone then it wouldn’t hurt right. It’s not like anyone ever cared about who she really was, just a pretty face, a pretty face they could use to get what they wanted.
It was because of this that she had become accustomed to eyes following her, eventually becoming able to ignore them all together. They were always there for the same reason so she just allowed it to continue bothersome as it might be.
It wouldn’t stop even if she asked, not that it was even their fault.
However on this particular day there were a pair of eyes that were different than the usual. These stood out to her in particular. They belonged to another girl from her house, she looked to be a bit older than her but she had remembered seeing her in around in some classes, so they must have been in the same year. She hadn’t really paid that much mind to the girl with her slightly pink hair until she felt the same gaze fall upon her more frequently.
Chamyle gathered up her supplies picking them up and going to sit across from the girl whose attention she had been attracting. Giving her a smile as she set her books down on the table.
Jojo was beyond speechless at what happened next. Not only did Chamyle catch her staring, but then she also took it upon herself to come to Jojo’s table and sit right across from her. Jojo was going to have an aneurysm just seeing her in front of her.
And then she did the unthinkable-she sent a heart-stopping smile as she set her stuff down.
Jojo almost fainted.
She stuttered as she moved her own books around to make room for the girl. She was even more gorgeous up close like this. Jojo couldn’t stop her own fantasies playing in her head (not like she really wanted to anyway), as she imagined the girl on top of her, rolling her hips as she bit those pretty pink lips and fisted her hair between pale fingers...
Jojo’s hair had thoroughly turned a girlish pink, her cheeks matching that color.
She snapped herself out of it and sheepishly murmured, “H-hi...I’m Jojo.”
