Wanted

A/N: Please let me know if there are any typos and such. I actually typed most of the story on my phone... so yeah. Enjoy :)

I watched Michael from afar. He fiddled with his pencil as Ms. Galowaugh prattled about unimportant history facts. He was absolutely gorgeous. Sporting short brunette hair that has a slight natural spike to it in the front. He had amazing eyes that reflected his quiet and gentle personality and quickly changed with his friends showing a mischievous glint.

Unfortunately I was not able to be around him in that state. We hardly knew each other, let alone talk to each. How could he never talk to me? I was beautiful in many guys eyes. I was sun-kissed, skinny yet toned from beach volleyball and cheerleading. I had blonde hair with chocolate brown eyes. I had absolutely no facial problems either. My facial features were delicate yet defined like models. In fact I do model. But enough about me. This is about Michael.


I have been able to obtain most guys I desired... Why not Michael? Because unlike most guys, he never approached me. Every guy that I had gone out with came to me first. I was always too shy to make obvious moves on a guy. I was so dependant on them doing so instead. However I have caught him multiple times looking at me. That's it though.

I spotted another guy out of the corner of my eye yawning. His name was Jean.
He was from France completed with blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. He was a chick magnet. That's why he landed on my permanent unobtainable list. Unlike Michael, he has flirted with me plenty. But he has a girlfriend. I figured he would dump her eventually, so I kept him on my radar. I decided to pass over him now that I am lusting for Michael and he is still with his girlfriend... He glanced over and winked at me. I melted a little since I still thought he was so hot--


"Odette!" Ms. Galowaugh snapped. "Would you like to share with the class what you are thinking about?"

I sunk into my chair as everyone turned their attention on me. Including Michael. Jean snickered quietly and started to write something in his notebook.

"No ma'am." I muttered softly flashing Jean a glare. He chuckled again and continued scribbling something.

"Then would you kindly pay attention? Now where was I? Oh yes... So when Cortez sailed..."

I shut out her droning about history. I had an A anyways. No point in paying attention... High school sucks. Thank goodness I’m already a junior. Only one more year…

A piece of paper pelted my right hand. I glanced to my right at Jean who sat there smirking at my surprise. I opened the note, which said:
"We need to hang more often. Call me and let's go somewhere..."
Then followed by his number.

I glanced around to see if the teacher noticed I wasn't paying attention again. But then I saw out of the corner of my left eye that Michael was staring. As I quickly glanced at him, he had started to glare at Jean who was nonchalantly rocking back and forth in his chair grinning at me. Omigod. Is Michael jealous of Jean? I sure damn hope so since I currently want Michael more than Jean.

I glanced at Michael long enough for him to see me. It was time to take action.
He stared at me and... Smiled. Wow. Sadly that is the farthest we have gotten.
But I definitely was going to take it. I smiled coyly back.

That's when something else pelted me in the back of my head. I held back a surprised yelp. No need to get in trouble again. I quickly turned around in my seat and saw a piece of paper. I picked it up and opened it. It was from another hottie named Peter who I tutored often.
I read the note:
"Can we meet up after practice?"
I looked over at Peter who smiled. He was a football player and I was a cheerleader. We both had practice afterschool. He was gorgeous too. He had shorter black hair with husky blue eyes that I loved. I scribbled a note:
"Of course. Meet me by the stadiums."
I threw it back. Which I kinda regretted. Wait, wasn't I supposed to like Michael? And how about Jean? What the hell happened there?! God, Odette, chill, he probably needs to have another study session. Thank goodness for the end of the day bell. I tried to sprint my way outta the classroom to my car so I could clear my mind. But someone caught me by my shoulder.

"Odette?" It was Michael. Holy fuck. He's touching me and talking to me. I almost fainted on the spot. "Yeah?" I managed to squeaked.

"Uh... I was wondering... Do you wanna go to the movies this Friday with me?"

My brain was screaming but I was frozen. Holy holy shittttt. Michael. Just.
Asked. Me. Out.

I found my voice and smiled. "I would love to."
"Great," he said warmly. "I'll call you. "

I grabbed a pen and wrote my number on his hand. I smiled again and ran out before anyone else could ask me out.

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I opened my car to get my cheerleading gear. As I did so, I replayed what happened in history. First Jean told me we should hang out. Does that mean he finally broke up with that ditz of a girlfriend? Second, peter told me I should meet him after practice. Why? So I could help him with homework as usual? Third, Michael not only TALKED to me but he asked me out. I still can't get over that one.

I checked my watch. 5 minutes til practice. I better hurry. I dashed to the locker room and got changed and headed out to the field.

"Hiiiiii!" my best friend Ally sang.
"Hey. What's up? Why are you so happy?"
She giggled. "Marcus asked me to prom."
"No way!" I squealed. Ugh. Prom. Now that I had three guys under my belt, maybe it won't be that bad....
"So how about you? Anything interesting happen today?"
I was about to fill her in on my history class today when Peter walked up. "Are we still on for later today?" he asked hopefully.
"Course." I replied. He shot me his white smile and said, "Can't wait." Then he stalked off.

I turned to Ally whose mouth was hanging open. "Since when...?"
I cut her off. "Calm down... It's probably be another study session. Anyways, I need to tell you what happened in history class. But I’ll call you tonight about it… it’s a long story."
"You better." she said as our coach blew the whistle.

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I was unable to focus during practice. I was still thinking about today's events. Truthfully, I couldn't wait until practice was over so I could figure out what the hell Peter wanted...

As planned I met him by the stadiums after I showered. Looks like he showered and changed too.
"What's up?" I asked.
He didn't say anything. He just stared at me with those haunting ice blue eyes. "Uh...Peter?" I said. I was getting uneasy. That's when he took me by the face and kissed me. Ah ah ah AHH! Since when was this supposed to happen?! I kissed him back instinctively. NO! I scolded myself. You like Michael remember??
"Peter..." I said in between kisses.
"Odette, I've wanted you for so long." he rasped. He slipped his tongue in my mouth. My stupid body wanted more while my brain screamed to stop. Shit. I thought as he slipped his hand under my shirt... And bra. My knees buckled as he grabbed my breast. I moaned into his mouth as he kneaded my nipple. He then unhooked my bra. God this has got to stop. But I couldn't. I wanted more as I took off his shirt. I traced his six pack with my index finger. I felt him shudder a little under my touch. Then off came my shirt and bra. I shivered from the sudden cold air. He pulled me closer and slid off my jeans. It was a good day to wear a thong. I found his zipper and took off his pants.

His shaft was standing up through his boxers. I giggled to myself and slipped his boxers off.

I grabbed his cock and slid my hand up and down slowly. He groaned as he took off my panties.

Great. I'm pretty sure I'm about to have sex in the school football field with the quarterback when I like SOMEONE ELSE. Gah... This was too much for one day.
God and I have barely even hung out with peter before. Not counting our study sessions...

He rubbed his fingers on my clit. There was not much need for that cause I was pretty wet. Then He slid his impressive cock in my opening. We both gasped. "So tight..." he stuttered. I was in loss of words as he put his whole 8 inches in me. He started to slide his cock back in forth hitting my g-spot everytime. We were only 5 minutes in when I was about the hit an orgasm. "I'm almost there. " I panted.
"Same. " he grunted as he went faster.

My walls clenched around his shaft as we both yelled from pleasure. I felt his hot cum coat my pussy. Thank goodness for birth control. He slowly slid his cock out. I flipped onto him and kissed him softly.

STOP YOURSELF ODETTE. You are being a slut! I screamed at myself. Once again, my common sense was overpowered by my damn body that wanted more. He pulled me closer to him and passionately kissed me while playing with my breasts again. I pulled away slowly from him. God he was so hot. Why had I not taken much notice of him before? And he was an amazing kisser. I leaned back in for more. I felt him smile against my lips.

I pulled away for the final time and laid my head on his chest. He put his hand on the small of my back and sighed.
"I've always liked you Odette." he whispered.
"I'm glad you do..." I replied... "I'm glad you do..."

A/N: I always never like the first chapter. But I already have the second chapter ready, BUT i'm not posting it unless i see people actually like it.