• WHITNEY•

It was a Monday morning and it was a damn school day. Honestly, I can't wait to finish high school. I'm so tired of waking up early in the morning, doing silly assignments and getting scolded by insatiable teachers.

The only thing I enjoy about being in school is probably my popularity. I like when everyone stares at me in school, when they hold me in high regard, when people do anything I say. It makes me feel like the queen that I was.

Well, despite the good part of being in school, I still despise going to school from Monday to Friday. It's so tiring and stressful.
I don't even need school, in the first place. I already know how to read and write. But, my parents won't let me quit school and focus on being a social media influencer.
I'm frustrated already. I thought as I applied lipgloss on my pink lips.

"Whitney!"

I wondered what my mom needs this time around. I rushed my makeup and dashed downstairs, not forgetting to pick my school bag.

"What have you been doing upstairs?"Mum asked with a little frown on her face.

"Dressing up."I muttered.

"I don't know why a high school student should apply makeup on her face early in the morning."She hissed.

I shrugged."You know I'm a celebrity, mum."

"Celebrity, my foot. I'm going to my workplace now. I need you to deliver something to Mirabel on your way to school."

My brows drew together."No. I can't deliver anything to your best friend. Why can't you just give it to her later?"

"Don't tell me what to do."Mum warned me in a stern tone.

At this point, I know that I don't have any other choice than to deliver the stuff to her friend. Once mum used that tone, it's obvious that she is close to being pushed to the edge. I don't know why she is acting so edgy this morning.
Dad is on a business trip, so there should be no misunderstanding between mum and him.

Mum went to her room and came back in a few minutes. She gave me the package I'll deliver to her friend.
I took my car key and walked out of the living room angrily. I quickly texted my boyfriend that I might come late to school.

I let out a hiss as I started the car engine. Mum always has a way to spoil my mood.
Must I be the one to deliver the package to her friend? She can just send one of her employees.

Now, I have to see that annoying jerk's face. The rest of the week would be very bad for me if I see his face, early in the morning.
I really hope that he won't be around or I won't see his face. But, who am I deceiving? That jerk is a habitual latecomer, he would be at home doing his usual nonsense.

I hate him.
I hate today.
I kinda hate mum for sending me this errand.

A few minutes later, I reached Aunty Mirabel's house. Their house was a bungalow, a simple one. They weren't as rich as my family.
I pressed the doorbell for the first time but received no response, I was about to press it again when the door jerked open.

I immediately felt the urge to puke, even though I haven't eaten anything today. The stupid jerk was the one who opened the door. His face disgusted me.
It seemed like he just took his bath, water was dripping from his curly hair, down to his chest. His green eyes stared at me in surprise, a corner of his mouth was curled upwards which made me wonder what was funny to him.

Somehow, I had the urge to pull him closer to my body and capture his lips, while running my hands through his wet hair.
Shit! Not again.
I need to get a grip on myself and also blame this asshole standing in front of me.

I hate him for looking hot, early in the morning.
Well, he actually looked hot. I still hate him, anyway.

"Let's stop this silent battle."His calm and deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
He continued."Why are you here, pumpkin? What brought you to Bryan's humble abode?"

Lest I forget, I hate him for having the same name as my boyfriend.
Why would this idiot have a sweet name like Bryan? They should just change his name to Goatyan or whatever.

Bryan Hunt smirked, his eyes still fixed on me.
I rarely mention his name and when I do, I always add his surname "Hunt" to it.
Thank God, his surname isn't the same as my boyfriend's. My boyfriend is Bryan Kings.

"Where is your mum?"I finally blurted out.

He pouted his lips like a cute baby boy."I hate when you're acting pissed off, pumpkin. Is it because I exposed you for cheating in history text?"

My hands squeezed into fists."Just keep quiet, idiot."I snapped at him.

The mischievous grin was still visible on his face."Or, is it because I didn't let you punish a junior student because she winked at your dumb boyfriend?"

At this moment, I was already angry that I felt like slapping him hard on the face or kicking his manhood.
I dropped the package on the floor, glaring at him."Give it to your mum. Always remember that I - "

"Hate you."He completed my sentence.
"I love you, pumpkin."He uttered, beaming his sweetest smile at me.
His charming smile always make girls in our school drool over him but that is not going to work on me.
Never!

"Dîckhead."I muttered under my breath and left his house angrily.

Good of you, crazy Bryan Hunt. You've succeeded in ruining my Monday morning.

****
He bit his bottom lip, staring down at her naked body. All of a sudden, he dipped one of his fingers inside her, he switched to two fingers and started fingering her at a fast pace.
Her moan filled the air, I didn't know when I also let out a slow moan.

I shouldn't have watched this erotic movie, now I'm wet.
A hiss escaped from my mouth. I shut down my laptop, rubbing my clît slowly.
I think I need sèx.

My boyfriend, Bryan, left my house an hour ago. He spent a little with me after we returned from school. We didn't have sèx actually, just a little make out.

I don't think I can control it anymore. I seriously need to have something inside of me right now.
I picked my phone from the bedside table and texted my boyfriend.

Me: Babe, I'm horny.

His response came immediately, as if he was expecting my text. This is what I love about my boyfriend. Bryan is always there for me.

Him: Wow! Do you want me to come over?

Me: Fûck yeah.

Him: Give me a few minutes, pumpkin.

Pumpkin? That sounds strange and oddly familiar. Bryan had never addressed me as 'Pumpkin' before, he either used 'babe' or 'sweetheart'.

I'm too horny to question him or even think about the reason he used "pumpkin".
I quickly rushed to the bathroom and had a hot shower. I tried to pleasure myself with my fingers but it wasn't working.
Damn, I need more. Where the fûck are you, Bryan?

A few minutes later, I heard the sound of the doorbell. I rushed downstairs. Funny how I turned into a super woman overnight.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Everything is all set. I'm ready to have a hot sèx. No one is coming home until 9pm. I've a condom and contraceptive pills.
What else? Nothing.
I heaved a sigh of relief.

I opened the door. My mouth fell open, as those emerald eyes bored into mine.
The person who was standing in front of me is that annoying jerk. The asshole I hate seeing his face. Bryan Hunt.
Not Bryan Kings, my boyfriend.