Relax, Baby, That's a Good Girl

I was closing my locker when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and pull me against a tall, hard body. I sighed and closed my eyes. Not this again. I didn't even have to look to know who it was. Matt Good. I don't know why, but for some reason he keeps on grabbing me randomly and do shit like this. Never have we exchanged words other than I want you and 'you look hot' or other things like that. And no, they didnt come from me.

I turned around in his arms and looked at him coldly. "Will you just leave me fucking alone!?"

"Why would I do that, babe?" he said quietly as he leaned into my ear. His warm breath tickled against my skin and I couldn't help but shiver slightly. Damn it.
"I like it when you wear skirts," he mumbled, still into my ear, as I felt his hand slid up my thigh to the bottom of my jeans skirt.

I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away. This was hard considering he was over six feet tall, and he was pretty muscular. He backed off slightly anyway, enough to look into my eyes. "I'll be back," he grinned slightly and kissed my lips for just a couple of seconds before walking away, and I knew he'd be back; it wasnt the first time he'd said that.
I watched him walk away. His hair was long, but not too long. It was just right, and fell into his amazing blue eyes that I knew he had even though I couldn't see them right now. He wore a pair of dark girl jeans and the Motion City Soundtrack hoodie I'd seen him wear so often. As I watched him, I noticed I wasn't he only one. At least a dozen of other girls were, too. For some reason every girl seemed to want Matt. The preppy girls, the emo girls, and basically every other girl in Howard High.

Why? I dont know. I mean, he was hott, in a band, hott, and an asshole that used girls.
I let out a deep sigh, put my black messenger bag over my shoulder, and started walking through the halls, in the same direction as Matt was going, on my way to English class. As I was about to walk into my first period, I saw him walking over to the back of the school where I knew he'd hang out with his friends Sonny, Derek, and Travis to smoke. It was a daily routine.
I walked into the class and sat down in the back next to my one of my two best friends, Jessica. "Hey, Jess," I said, giving her a smile, and then pulled out my notebook. Another long 50 minutes of 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Halfway through the period I looked up when I heard the door open and saw Sonny Moore walk into the class. He closed the door behind him, walked past the teacher, and made his way to the back. He sat down not too far from me, put his feet on his desk, and looked at the teacher who was staring at him bluntly. I dont know why she still does this. She should expect this by now. Sonny gave her a look that said 'stop staring and continue, bitch' all over it.

I shook my head slightly but couldn't help but smile slightly at this. As the teacher continued, Sonny looked over at me and gave me a little smile. I smiled back at him before returning to writing lyrics all over my paper. Of all of Matt's little group Sonny was the only one who I actually kind of talked to. Some people think he's weird. I just think he's hilarious.

Another twenty minutes later and the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the first period. I gathered all my stuff, put it in my bag, slid the bag over my shoulder, and made my way out after saying 'bye' to Jess.

I didn't see Matt for the next two periods, and I didnt know if I should be relieved or disappointed.

Right before fourth period I made my way back over to my locker to change my bags contents when I felt two hands on my hips pushing me against my locker and two soft lips and a lip ring trailed down my neck.