“I thought I told you that we couldn’t be together or anything,” she explains.

“But we just… and you… wha–?”

She looks at me strangely. “I thought you knew that that was just a friend thing,” she explained slowly as if to make sure every word sunk in.

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Well if this isn’t bittersweet, I don’t know what is. On one hand, I dirty danced with my crush who happens to be a major hot ass, but on the other hand she’s leaving me high and not so dry. Just in case you didn’t already know, blue clit sucks.

“Friends?” I practically roar. “Friends?”

“Friends,” she states firmly.

My friends never do that, Jude pouted.

Why am I getting so worked up over this? I’ll just use this to my advantage.

I step closer to her and seductively run my fingers through her hair. She might have shivered, but I’m not sure.

“Well what if we were to be best friends for the night?” I murmur in her ear.

“That is a very tempting offer,” she agrees, “but like I said before, there are so many reasons why we can’t be an item.”

“Oh really? Name three good ones and I’ll leave you alone for good,” I challenge, “because I bet I could prove each and every one of those wrong.”

“Well you’re a student and I’m a teacher. That’s definitely a scandal waiting to happen.”

“True, but there’s no scandal if it isn’t illegal. In California there aren’t any laws about student-teacher relations. Plus we’re only three years apart. Also, I’m eighteen which means I’m totally legal and everything,” I reason.

“Alright. Point taken, but I’m not even officially out yet.”

“So? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of a closet queen here myself. We don’t have to go public or anything.”

“Word around town is you’re a bit of a player. Do I really want to date a player?”

“Do I really want to date a tease?” I counter.

“Are you referring to me? Because if you are then you are sadly mistaken. I always deliver,” she whispers in my ear. Her hot breath on my sensitive skin is driving me insane.