Arranged

He had taken her to some sort of closed-off room with couches, carpet and tables. Nessa would've said it was the Teachers' Lounge, but no Teachers' Lounge she'd ever seen had been this luxurious. Curtains hung on the windows that covered one wall, there was a t.v. on another and a small refrigerator on the ground in a corner and also a stereo system that had to be expensive surrounding the t.v.
The boy - whoever he was - finally let go of Nessa's hand, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water and a can of pop.
He threw the can at her, amused when she caught it one-handed and set it on the table. As she watched her make her way to one of the couches, he was struck again by how beautiful she was. It wasn't an ordinary beauty, to be sure, but there was just something different about her.
She had a small face with a pointed nose that had a dusting of freckles and dark, luminous eyes. Her hair, he had noticed, shimmered in the sunlight, the waves hinting at gold. All in all, she was like a fairy. The only thing she was missing were the wings.
Nessa tried hard not to fidget under his stare, but instead, she returned it with a sort of wary curiosity.
Why in hell had she gone with him? He was gorgeous, sure, but that was no excuse to throw her common sense out the window and run off with a strange boy. He could be an ax murderer!! At least they were still in the school. She wasn't sure that was a plus exactly, but it was better than leaving campus completely.
"Did you like the song?" he asked. For some reason, her approval meant something to him, so he waited anxiously for her reply.
His voice was lower than she thought it would be based on the notes he was hitting in his music, but it was still smooth. Alluring, almost.
She pushed that thought away and thought back on the song. She hadn't really been paying attention, but from what she had paid attention to, she'd thought the song was good. "Yes," she answered. "It wasn't my normal style, but I liked it."
He came over and sat next to her on, putting his arm on the back of the couch as he turned to face her. Her voice reminded him of expensive crystal and he bet she sounded amazing singing. Not as good as him, of course, but nice. Definitely nice.
"I'm glad you liked it." He smiled, waiting for her to melt. She didn't and he upped the wattage. There was no way he was letting her go before he got between her legs. Besides, no woman could resist him.
Nessa tensed. Sade hadn't been kidding when he'd said this guy was loose. They didn't even know each others name, but he was already flirting.
"So. . You seem pretty popular around here," she tried, wanting to keep him talking.
His smile slipped. "You've never heard of Fevered Dreams? We're popular everywhere." He couldn't believe she'd never heard of him. Everyone knew who he was. Girls wanted him as their boyfriend and men wanted to be him. There wasn't anyone who didn't envy him.
"Nope," Nessa said cheerfully, unaware of the way she'd inadvertently stepped on his ego. "I'd never heard of you guys until today."
His face scrunched up in distaste. "Oh." Looks like he needed to have a talk with his manager and find out why the hell they weren't mass-producing on tour already. "You're new here?" he asked, replacing his smile.
Absently, Nessa noticed that his nails were painted black. "Yeah. Just moved here about a month ago." In which, I turned eighteen, learned I was married and started that last year of my high school career in what could pass for an insane asylum, she added silently. "Things are definitely. . Uh, different here."
And opening, he thought, turning his best smile on her. "Good different or bad different?"
She studied him before saying slowly, "I'm not so sure yet."
He leaned forward, putting his hand on the seat on the other side of her, levering himself up on his knee so she was trapped and had to lean her head back to look at him.
"I bet I could make it better," he whispered right before his mouth closed over hers. He felt her suck in air in surprise and nearly moaned when her lips parted. He slipped his tongue inside and took a slow sweep of her mouth. Her breath hitched and he knew this kiss was different. It wasn't like him to kiss this slowly, this thoroughly, but he wanted to taste all of her before he was done. That in itself was shocking.
Placing a hand at the back of her head to keep her where he wanted, he changed their positions so that she was straddling him. When she settled on his thighs, he let go of her head and grabbed her ass, jerking her against him.
She gasped, her mouth jerking away from his as he pressed his erection between her legs. Nessa could feel that he definitely wanted to do more than kissing even through their jeans. His hands were sliding up her thighs when she grabbed them.
"Stop." The command was breathless and quiet, but said seriously.
"Wait. . What?" The boy's eyes, which had been clouded, cleared. His head jerked back as what she said sank in. He frowned. "Stop? You want me to stop?"
Nessa frowned. Hadn't the guy ever been rejected before? If not, she had to let him down gently.
"I'm sorry," she said. It was definitely the truth. She didn't mind a little necking with a guy, but she wasn't going all the way. Not after what happened the first time. "I'm not the kind of girl to sleep with a guy whose name I don't even know."
He leaned forward and kissed her neck, his hands seeking her belt. "My name's Rhone," he growled against her skin. "Yours?"
"Nessa," she gasped as he bit her skin lightly then licked away the sting. She grabbed his hands again before they undid the snap to her jeans. "That's not the point. I'm not-" She stopped as something registered. "What did you say your name was?"
He frowned at her. What did his name matter? But, then, if it got her clothes off faster, then he'd spell it out. "It's Rhone. Rhone Blossom."
His name was like a slap. Disgusted with herself, she scrambled off him, nearly tripping over the table as she buckled her belt and reached for her backpack.
"Where are you going?" Rhone asked. "I thought we were going to fuck."
She paused at his language, shocked, then shook her head. She'd used worse.
She laughed a little at herself for being so stupid. "Not on your life or mine," she said, turning the knob. She jerked open the door and looked back at him. He'd stood up and was staring at her like she was a pet dog who hadn't done what his master ordered.
"Sorry, Rhone," Nessa said with a sickly sweet smile. "You're just not my type."
Turning on her heel, she slammed the door. So much for letting him down easy.