The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

“Come on live a little Sophie. I promise it won’t be weird as soon as you get used to it.” Mila said with a teasing grin on her face.

With wide eyes, I lean towards her, my eyes darting everywhere in case there were listening ears and said in a hushed tone. “Do you know what you’re telling me to do Mila!?”

I burned bright red just thinking about what she was trying to have me do.

Mocking me by leaning forward too, Mila says cheekily. “It’s just m****ating. What’s the worst that can happen?”

Mila was my best friend since I moved here five years ago. Her mother was my foster mother’s friend and they thought since we were closer in age, we’d click.

They were right

Seeing my hesitation, Mila sighs. “Sophie, that’s the only way you can relieve that frustration. Just find a quiet place and you know

Her eyes drop to stare at my front teasingly and she makes a clicking sound.

I was seventeen and in my last year of high school, yet I have never had a boyfriend or done anything sexually. Recently I’ve been curious about the opposite sex and especially sex.

It might have to do with the fact I heard Aiden Xavier having sex with a girl last week in the girls’ bathroom. I don’t really know, but it was just something about the way he grunted while f***ng the girl that turned me on.

Since then I had been frustrated. Sexually frustrated.

I only asked Mila for help because, well I was new to this kind of frustration and didn’t know how to relieve it without having to do the act of sex itself.

I was not only annoyed by my frustration but especially with the person who caused it.

Aiden Xavier.

He was not only the biggest bully in the school, but he was also my personal bully. I mean personal, by him always seeming to pick on me more than others.

So you can see why I was annoyed with my frustration. Because it took hearing him, to set something that was dormant on fire.

A guy that was not only annoying but an egotistical a***ole.

“Get a quiet room, preferably dark and watch some porn. Easy peasy.” Mila giggled lowly.

I felt the heat on my cheeks get even hotter.

class.” | closed the locker and with my phone and books in my hand,

as I collide with a very hard body. My books and phone are on the floor in seconds; the sounds of them hitting the

collided with. I crouched down, picking up my

my fingers were just inches from my phone, a hand grasp it before I could. My eyes followed the hand up to the person they belonged to. And my breath catches in my throat as blue eyes

My heart falls in my stomach though it more felt like it

phone in hand, and dusted his shirt. “Hope you didn’t leave fleas on

puppy.”

Austin and Ryland laugh at his

nickname for me. Apparently, I look like a

I doubted Aiden meant for the nickname to be referring

sighed heavily and with the books hugged in my arms, I got up. “Give me back my phone Aiden.”

“Should I give it back to

very hot. Aiden of course was the hottest

not lie, he was the hottest boy in the school, the

hair, sharp jawline, and dusty pink lips. Aiden Xavier was

Ryland grinned, his dimples appearing quickly.

a*s!” Mila sneered, coming

Aiden’s blue gaze swept over to her.

a step forward but I stop her with my hand on her stomach. “Just give it back to

Aiden pretends to be thinking and then answers with a grin on his face. “How

my teeth and it satisfies him when he

kick in the balls?” Mila snapped but Aiden

smirks, winking, and then walks away with my phone still in his hand

rip him a new one.” Mila seethes beside me, turning around to watch the three boys walk away. Aiden who probably felt our gazes on his

gaze away clutching my books closer to me. “It wouldn’t matter

grandson of the principal which

my head to see Aiden staring

he stares at Aiden and

to not go since by doing so, he’d make Aiden seat beside me.

in my

harshly until it broke when Henry gives up

accomplished. He settles in the seat beside me and threw his bag on the

catches me glaring at him. I did try to not make it obvious but

apologize and give me back my phone.” I

thick brow and instead of answering me, kicks

He crosses his legs, his boots tearing the