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.

not talking about this anymore. I’ll see you after class.” | closed the locker and with my phone and books in my

I collide with a very hard body. My books and phone are on the floor

who I collided with. I crouched down, picking up

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 that belong to none other

though it more felt like it fell into

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

puppy.”

friend Austin and

was Aiden’s nickname for me. Apparently, I look like

for the nickname to be referring

arms, I got up. “Give me back my phone Aiden.” I pushed out one of my hands with the expectancy of him placing my phone back into

at my phone with mocking curiosity. “Should I give it back to her boys?” He asked his friends that

They were all so tall and very, very hot. Aiden of course was the hottest of the three and he always flaunted it. His ego was the size

was the hottest boy in the

blue eyes, brown hair, sharp jawline, and dusty pink lips. Aiden Xavier was extremely

Ryland grinned, his dimples appearing quickly. “Nah, she doesn’t look like she needs it,”

back her phone you a*s!” Mila sneered, coming forward

swept over to her. “Do I even

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

pretends to be thinking and then answers with a grin on

it

about a kick in the balls?” Mila snapped but

puppy.” He smirks, winking, and then walks away with my phone still in his hand and his

Mila seethes beside me, turning around to watch the three boys walk away. Aiden who probably

wouldn’t matter if I

grandson of

see

frame practically shakes as he stares at

begged him using my eyes to not go since by doing so, he’d make Aiden seat beside

my

of my pencil on the desk harshly until it broke when Henry gives up

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

he catches me glaring at him. I

you’re going to apologize and give me back

brow and instead of answering me,

crosses his legs, his boots tearing the paper beneath them.