-5-

Welcome to the sinners' playground.

"Horangi high! Are you ready for victory?!"

The uproarious sea of students cheered enthusiastically at the obnoxious antics of the goofy announcer who bounced hyperactively around the basketball court like a rabid animal. Blaring trumpets and clashing percussions riveted throughout the massive gymnasium with every rhapsodic question he'd fire at the spirit-driven crowd.

I was slouched over the railings barred high above the action, peering down nauseously at my imbecile classmates as they were continuously goaded to hoot and holler at one another.

Sheep.

I'm literally surrounded by a herd of brainless, shallow, overly pretentious, bandwagoning sheep.

But that's what high school's all about, right?

Being a fucking moron.

So damn thirsty for popularity.

Gluttonous for acceptance.

Pathetic.

It's this kind of rambunctious fuckery that usually repels me away from these silly rallies.

So why the hell am I even here?

My question was promptly answered when a certain sensational jade-eyed infatuation of mine took center court, threaded exquisitely in her form-fitting cheer uniform that showcased her bombshell body impeccably.

Oh, yeah.

Her.

My breathing labored as I watched Irene elegantly prance into the spotlight, successfully achieving exactly what the foolish announcer couldn't.

My excitement.

I hung on every energetic cheer she chanted.

Every routine she flawlessly conducted.

Perfection at its best.

Twelve other fair-skinned beauties flocked before me dressed in the same moderately revealing blue and white ensemble, ripe for the picking.

Yet, I only saw her.

A mythical Goddess enwrapped in mortal skin.

A merciless beauty that meddles with my sanity, setting my damned soul ablaze—

—Scorching me with eternal desire.

It's all her.

Only her.

When it came time for the marching band to take over, the cheerleaders quickly trotted off court and huddled together tiredly on the freshly polished floor.

A window of opportunity presented itself as I caught Irene fiddling with her phone, taking casual lady-like sips from her water bottle.

My hand anxiously fumbled inside my blazer pocket to retrieve my own cell.

I hope you realize just how fuckable you look right now.

-xxx

She was in mid-swig when she read my message, a lone hand raking through her tousled curls as she basked in my fervid remark.

You make me realize it.

-IB

Chills trickled up my spine.

When is this shit over? I'm dying to peel off another pair of panties from those honey thighs of yours...

-xxx

The rousingly seductive way her teeth sunk into her lower lip in that moment should have been illegal.

Mmm...what if I'm not wearing any?

-IB

Holiest of hell to be holy.

For real...?

-xxx

Maybe.

-IB

Fucking tease.

...Is that what you wanted to show me?

-xxx

You'll have to wait and see...

-IB

Jesus Christ in heaven.

Irene's broken state was a lot spicier than I ever imagined.

Though I haven't touched her within the last few days leading up till now, our sexts were more than enough to keep my libido thriving with life.

She was actually reciprocating my advances and fuck, I loved it.

If I'd known an impetuous rondevu in the girl's bathroom would get me efficient results like this, I would have eaten her out a long time ago.

I weakened as I recalled being demanded on my knees, talon-like nails digging into my scalp with my experienced tongue orally pleasuring my obsession to climax.

Her taste was distinct.

Branding.

My taste buds would numb at any other flavor.

I'm utterly hooked on her natural essence and not even rehab could fix my addiction.

Once you go Bae, you'll never stray away.

I wish this thing would end already; I'm going fucking crazy right now.

-xxx

Just a while longer~

-IB

While in the middle of typing a counter reply to her flirty message, a solid jerk to my elbow nearly sent my phone plummeting to the occupied bleachers below.

But I luckily managed to maintain a sturdy grip.

"What the hell?" I cursed angrily at whoever bumped into me, craning my neck to get a good look at the perpetrator.

Damn.

Of all people in this frigid armpit of a school to sour my mood, it just had to be him.

Fucking Kang Seungyoon.

The boyfriend.

Just great.

Seungyoon was appropriately decked in his royal blue jersey and matching netted shorts, dark tuffs of hair neatly combed out of his eyes. His muscular arms were crossed broadly over his chest, a stone-cold expression embedded in his boyish facial features.

"May I have a word with you?" He asked collectively, the volume in his tone loud enough to be heard over the commotion but audible for my ears alone.

"You just did," I scoffed, reverting my attention back to the court where the cheerleaders prepared to reconquer the court floor.

He remained rooted in place.

"It'll just be a minute."

My original intent was to just flat-out ignore him and I had every right to do so.

But...

The very nervous pair of shamrock eyes that gazed up at the two of us basically persisted that I push off the railings and follow Seungyoon out the double-doored exit.

I'm so diabolical it hurts.

"Alright, what do you want?" I asked irritably once we were enclosed in the privacy of the vacant hallway, the boisterous cheering now cut to a low murmur.

Seungyoon stared at me solemnly for a moment before speaking.

"I know what you did to her."

A smug as fuck smirk tugged at my lips.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," I chortled, mindlessly looping my fingers around my brightly colored locks.

"Irene," He reiterated. "I know what you did to Irene."

Since he wasn't exactly being specific, his accusation could have implied several things.

Things of the 'oral' nature.

Yeah.

However, I knew better than that.

It didn't take a genius like Einstein to figure out what Seungyoon was really referring to. Considering I eavesdropped on their entire conversation pertaining to the very heavily bullshit-laced version Irene fed him, I wasn't exactly stranded without a paddle.

But I decided to play dumb anyway.

For kicks.

"I didn't do anything to her," I lied poker-faced.

...Nothing she didn't want.

"Look, she told me, okay?" He grunted, openly aggravated. "I know everything, about the tutoring, the lying, the taunts. She confided in me about it and it wasn't until recently that I found out it was you who did it."

I grimaced.

Taunts?

Irene, Irene, what a beautifully bad liar you are.

"So?" I snorted with a careless shrug of my shoulders. "What's the big deal?"

His grim eyes narrowed.

"The deal is I want to know why."

"I don't know," I replied brashly. "Guess I was just bored."

"Bored?" Seungyoon repeated retardedly as if he didn't know the meaning of the word. "You misled Irene for over a week because you were...bored?"

This is starting to piss me off.

"That's what I said, didn't I? And now that you have your answer, I'll just be going," I attempted to sidestep around him but he stopped me by grappling onto my arm.

"Well, I don't buy it," He stated, his tone lowering to a sinister growl. "You took advantage of my girlfriend and wasted her time just to relieve your boredom? Doesn't make sense."

So, now he decides to use his brain cells.

Fuck head.

I snatched my arm out of his grasp and glared him down.

"I don't have to explain myself to you."

And I'll be damned if you even think you have a right to make me.

His hardened expression somehow softened at my blatant defiance.

"...I didn't mean to come off so strong," He indirectly apologized, his offending hand lifting to roughly massage the back of his neck. "It's just that...Irene means so much to me...I hate it when she's upset. I've never seen her so unsettled before and when she spoke of you, it was like..." He trailed off briefly, refocusing his serious gaze back on me. "...It was like she was trapped."

Microscopic, tidbits of guilt gnawed at my heart in sync with his sickening concern for Irene.

His girlfriend.

Ugh, crap.

"Alright, you win," I breathed half-heartedly in defeat, completely over this entire conversation, especially since it was starting to take a negative effect on me.

And I can't deal with that shit.

"Sorry."

The dark-haired boy in took deep breaths as if to build upon the words he truly wanted to say but ended up exhaling something a bit more civil.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to..." He inquired, taking gradual backward strides toward the gymnasium door. "But it's probably best if you don't even bother doing so...actually...I think it's better if you just stay away from her."

I didn't even flinch.

"Fine."

"Good...then we're on the same page."

With a curt nod of his head, Seungyoon backed himself up against the double door's handlebar and disappeared inside the gym.

I stayed, his previous words hauntingly zipping around my mind like a nest of angry hornets.

"When she spoke of you, it was like she was trapped..."

"Trapped..."

"Trapped."

Except...

She isn't the one trapped.

Is she?

No...

No.

It's me.

I'm trapped.

I'm the fucking victim.

Victimized at first sight.

It's all her fault...

She brought it upon herself for being so perfect.

For driving me so thoroughly obsessed.

Yes, I'm trapped.

But I never want to be free.

I want to be perpetually imprisoned by those bewitching olive-washed eyes that fuck with me mentally every time they align with mine.

Forever held captive by her florid rose petal lips...

Enthralled by her scent...her heartbeat.

That heartbeat...

I'm obsessed with its work.

It's everything.

And...

...He thinks I can stay away from her?

Not a chance in hell.

After waiting for a decent amount of time to pass, I stalked back inside the gymnasium, the deafening screams immediately greeting me at the door.

Horangi's mascot, a very poorly designed caricature of a dragon, had taken full control over the court, back-flipping and showboating with the audience practically foaming at the mouth for more.

I gazed down over the railing to see Seungyoon reunited with the rest of the basketball team in the athlete section where their adoring public could shower glory upon them.

You'll never keep me away from her...

No one can.

That's when my phone buzzed with a new text alert.

What did he want?

-IB

My eyes shifted to the opposite side of the court and instantly located Irene sitting crossed-legged on the shiny flooring, whispering and pointing at the idiotic mascot.

She didn't look it, but I knew she was restless as hell.

I smirked.

He wanted to talk.

-xxx

I received a reply within seconds.

About what?

-IB

You.

-xxx

She punched in her next response with lightning-fast finger strokes.

...Did he find out?

-IB

There it was.

The million-dollar question I waited for.

My smirk contorted evilly.

Also her fault.

Distress just looks so damn sexy on her, I couldn't help myself.

Let's see my little monster sweat.

I didn't reply for well over a minute, which prompted Irene to send another text.

Well...did he?

-IB

A dozen more texts were sent simultaneously when I continued to evade her messages.

You'd tell me if he found out, wouldn't you?

-IB

So did he?

-IB

Why aren't you saying anything?!

-IB

Seulgi...don't do this to me.

-IB

Please tell me, please...

-IB

Oh God.

She's begging.

It's making me so...

The earsplitting screech of the cheer coach's whistle signaled for the cheerleaders to return to the court. Irene's physically ill disposition remained glued in the cross-legged position, vacantly staring down at the laminated flooring underneath her while the rest of the girls flinted back into view.

As adorable as her crumbling appearance was, I couldn't have her all jittery and frazzled later when we reconnect after this fuck fest.

So I decided to put her out of her misery.

Lol, I was just fucking with you. He doesn't know shit.

-xxx

I couldn't quite...describe the absolutely enraged and inhumanly seething look that flamed in her green-speckled eyes in its entire entirety but to put it in layman's terms—

—She was spitting pissed.

In a brisk motion, Irene jammed her cell phone deep within her neon pink duffle bag as if to relinquish it from existence.

Yup.

Fucking pissed.

I groaned longingly to myself.

She's so sexy...

The rally went on normally with Irene returning to the court for the grand finale cheer, her once bubbly demeanor suddenly flat-lining into an off-putting facade.

False.

Phony.

Fake.

Fuck.

Those shattered pieces glimmered brighter than ever.

You're so broken, Bae...

So very broken.

The marching band closed the event by thundering out into the main hallway while the jumble of students' who bothered to stick around till the very end followed afterward, raving and boasting about tonight's big game.

Instinctively, I began scanning the court floor for Irene.

She's a shining light through the foggy darkness; it'd be impossible not to spot her even from the black depths of space.

But she was nowhere in sight.

It really tripped me out because I'm usually so damn keen on keeping a close watch on her.

Never had it occurred to me that I—

—Me, the most vigilant stalker of all, could actually lose track of her.

My first thought was that she might have spitefully gone to seek comfort in her fuck-headed boyfriend but thankfully that theory was shot to hell when I spotted Seungyoon dead center in the court. His eyes frantically darted around the gymnasium, searching for Irene no doubt. However, he was soon bombarded by two of his teammates, who sprang on his back like a rowdy bunch of monkeys and playfully shoved him out the lower exit.

I then presumed that maybe she was weeded in with the giant wad of cheerleaders' giggling their way out of the gym behind the basketball team.

She wasn't with them either.

Like, hell.

I was freaking gawking at her merely seconds ago.

Just where the hell did she go?

Then right on cue, my cell vibrated wildly in my tightly clenched palm.

Locker room.

-IB

I smiled triumphantly.

Score.

I swiftly trotted down the stairs like a ravenous cheetah and discreetly snuck my way into the locker room huddle.

Normally, the thickened caged entrance was chained shut after practice hours but I knew I didn't have to worry.

Irene had access.

Faulty motion sense lights dimly illuminated the pathway as I carefully journeyed inside the clammy basement-like vicinity. A vast of feminine aromas lingered in the cooled air but one entrancing scent, in particular, stood out amongst the rest.

Come out, little mouse, come out...

You know you can't hide from me.

After passing numerous rows of bookshelf-style locker sets, I came to a dead end at the very back of the room.

It was when I attempted to turn down another aisle that a familiar pink duffle bag came ricocheting past my head, colliding into the massive wall of lockers in front of me with a noisy crash.

What the hell?

Automatically, I twisted my body in the direction the duffle was thrown and found myself being aggressively shoved backward. Since I was momentarily disoriented, I wasn't able to react quick enough to prevent being roughly pushed onto a wood bench parallel with the wall of lockers; my knees buckled as I helplessly slumped down on it.

An extremely livid Irene towered above me, ample chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm with hellish emerald orbs hatefully glowering down upon me.

Well, shit.

"I take it you're not happy to see me..." I laughed raspily, wincing slightly at the stabbing pain torturing my back muscles.

A sharp finger prodded itself sternly into my chest.

"Don't you ever do that to me again..."

"Do wh—" I began to antagonize but shut the fuck up the instant her fist maliciously slung itself into the locker only inches from my ear.

"I'm so sick of your childish games!" She deliriously wailed, the veins in her forehead bulging in strain. "I was losing my mind out there, Seulgi! Why did you leave me in the dark like that?! I thought he found out!"

My body's temperature rose immensely as the crimson-faced beauty continued to unstably railroad through her panicked verbal vomit.

"My heart stopped beating, do you know what that's like?! I-I couldn't even stomach looking in his direction! How could you make me go through that, huh?! How?!"

It'd take one fucked up individual to get such a surge of pleasure witnessing the arousing meltdown of the once immaculate, sexy mess that is Irene Bae.

Yeah.

A pretty damn fucked up daughter of a bitch.

And I was guilty as charged.

"God...you look so hot right now..." I feverishly confessed to her through short breaths, subconsciously inclining forward to get a handful of that appetizing fresh flesh she calls legs.

Irene blinked rapidly at me like a newborn baby deer; bewildered by my absurdity to even admit her ranting turned me on.

"Tell me what he said..." She demanded lowly after taking a quick minute to recollect herself.

I grinned up at her smugly.

"Will you punish me if I don't?"

She glared her deathly glare.

"Tell me. Now."

I shrugged my shoulders playfully in defeat.

"He just confronted me about the tutoring crap, says he's worried about you," I informed her; closely watching the tense muscles in her face soften the more I revealed. "You haven't been acting like yourself around him and he thinks I might have something to do with it..." I let myself drift off briefly when she allowed our gazes to interlock. "He also thinks I should stay away from you."

Silence rained down on the two of us once those dreaded words were spoken, hanging cruelly in the thickened air like a foul stench.

Irene then released a long-withheld sigh.

"...Maybe he has the right idea," She muttered softly, hesitantly bending to retrieve her discarded duffle bag and spun on the heel of her foot for a hasty getaway.

I sprung up from the bench and twirled her around so fucking fast, I made myself dizzy.

"But, baby, we both know we can't stay away from each other..." I panted heavily into her, my body shuddering along with hers as intense sparks of undeniable passion ignited between us.

Half-lidded jade eyes dazed at me in stunned confusion while a shaky hand trailed up my arm to my shoulder, desperately gripping at the padding of my blazer.

It wasn't long until said hand yanked us apart.

"I-I don't need this," Irene stammered in clarification through a disgruntled whimper. "I don't need you...I need him. My boyfriend."

I chuckled darkly.

"Well, you didn't seem to need him when you let me go down on you."

She didn't let my abrupt dose of truth stop her from foolishly denying its existence.

"That didn't mean a damn thing. No matter how many times you seduce me, he'll always come before you."

Right.

I'm second.

Yes.

I'm a secret.

But it was unnecessary of her to feel the need to boomerang it in my face.

I know.

"I'm not him and I never will be," I spat in pure disgust.

"Good! I don't want you to be!" She fired back tenfold, jumping up in my face like a stray firecracker. "He's caring and you're selfish. He's honest and you're a damn liar. Even if you tried, you wouldn't be in the same ballpark as him."

"Yeah, he's oh so amazing yet here you are with me. I got you so hooked, you can't even think straight but you need him? He obviously isn't doing what he's supposed to as a man if you're this easily swayed by someone of the same sex," I snorted conceitedly, both amused and angered by her scathing comparisons. "Face it, Irene. Seungyoon is nothing but a pathetic bag of shi—"

I wasn't given the chance to finish my insult for Irene open palmed slapped me across the face with a heavy-handed force enough to split my lip.

And once again, silence reined the tense atmosphere.

Well, that was unexpected.

I used the pad of my thumb to calmly wipe away the tiny driblets of blood beginning to clot at the corner of my mouth.

Irene stared at me through perplexed eyes, petrified in shock.

"O-Oh God...what are you doing to me...?" She asked forlornly through a trembling whisper, the raw emotion welling in her voice flourishing the further she vented.

I listened.

"You make me violent...angry...frustrated..." She took a heavy step closer toward me, the hand that struck me lifting to reunite with my bruised cheek but only to gently caress the inflamed skin. "You're so infuriating...I actually think I might hate you...so why am I..." Her fingers delicately brushed past my splitting wound, a powerful chain of emotions dancing in those bright eyes I adored. "W-Why am I so fucking attracted to you...?"

I desperately grabbed ahold of her slender waist and crushed our bodies together, soaking in the unmasked lust she held for me.

That was one question that required no answer.

Because there wasn't one.

You can't question temptation.

You can only accept it.

Take it.

And I, Kang Seulgi, solemnly accept that I'm drunk, driven and high on Irene Bae.

I'll take it...I'll take it all.

I slowly walked us backward until I hit the edge of the wood bench, inevitably settling down onto it with Irene immediately straddling my hips; her legs spreading on either side of me while her hands tightly gripped onto my shoulders for support.

"So...you little tease..." I breathed, greedily filling my hands with her plump ass. A strange mixture of disappointment and amusement washed over me as I felt the thin lining of her panties through her skirt. "I'm guessing you going commando on me again isn't what you wanted to show me, huh?"

Her already flushed cheeks tinted an even darker shade.

"I kinda just said that to be spontaneous..."

"Well, it worked..." I cooed, my tongue snaking out to hotly run along the base of her throat. "...What do you want me to do, baby?"

"I don't know..." She whispered shyly.

I snatched her hand and erotically sucked her fingers in my mouth while staring her right in the eye.

"Do you want to finger me...?" I pressured her for a reaction, removing her fingers from my mouth and raking my own lightly up her thighs. "Or do you want to be fingered?" My right hand already started sneaking underneath that sky-blue skirt but she quickly grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"N-No...I'm not ready..."

"Oh yeah? Sure seems like you're ready..." I chuckled huskily while easily breaking free from her hold and sliding my hand between her spread legs. Irene moaned weakly in my ear as I came in contact with her clothed wetness.

I moaned right back at her.

Shit...

She was drenched for me.

So wet and ready to be fucked, it almost made me want to cry.

But she wouldn't let me go any further.

Goddamn tease.

"Would you stop? I know you want it..." I huffed in frustration, attempting to creep my fingers inside her panties but she prevented it by removing my hand from her warmth completely.

"I told you...I'm not ready..."

It only took a second time to hear for me to fully evaluate exactly what she meant.

My mouth went drier than the Sahara desert.

"You're a virgin...?"

Her blush intensified as she nodded her yes.

To be honest, I wasn't that surprised.

I half expected her to be a virgin anyway but to actually know she was one had me fluid on the spot.

"You and pretty boy don't fuck?" I teased with a wicked smile.

"We've...fooled around before..." She admitted, averting her glossy gaze from mine in embarrassment. "But it's never gotten to that point..."

"What are you waiting for? Marriage?" I joked.

She shook her head.

"We're waiting for...the right moment...you know? A girl's virginity is sacred...it should be given out of an act of love," She drew small circle patterns into the fabric of my blazer as she spoke, her innocence gleaming even in the dim lighting. "I want the first time I make love to be special..."

She didn't have to worry.

I didn't plan on making love to her.

"You're in control, Irene," I explained to her yet again, steadying her fidgeting hands by lacing them with mine. "I'm the toy...we do what you want to do..."

She appeared to be relieved by my reassurance, however...

I wasn't finished.

"But...I should warn you..." I groaned lowly, my covetous gaze fixed solely between her legs. "If you want to walk out of this locker room with that cherry intact, you're going to have to restrain me because...I don't think I can behave myself..."

Knowing my infamous record of misbehavior, she took my warning to heart.

"...H-How?"

I pressed myself into the lockers behind me and brought our joined hands to my lips.

"Use that brilliant fucking mind of yours."

Her jaw rotated that alluring motion as the gears of her mind clicked and churned for a solution.

In what seemed like centuries, Irene finally regained control of her hands and brought them to my neck, clumsily undoing the bulky knot of my uniform tie. After loosening and removing the thin article of clothing, she crossed my wrists then bounded them together tight enough for the coarse fabric to cut into my circulation.

I gulped down hard.

Holy hell...I'm at her mercy.

Her lust-stricken orbs never left mine as she one-handedly pinned my bound hands up above my head against the cool metal of the locker door. The abrupt action had caused my chest to jut out for her.

She stared at my clothed breasts hungrily.

"Don't move..." I heard her sexily growl while reaching down with her free hand to easily tug open my tattered blouse, still in poor condition from our last escapade.

Although she soon released my strapped hands, I kept them in place for I didn't dare disobey her stern order.

Sluts should listen.

The newborn seductress pressed moist, sensual kisses to my right cheek, her tongue running lazily out along the side of my lip where my minor cut laid. I shivered when she came in direct contact with the sore skin, placing a sweet kiss to the corner then pulling away only to draw back inward for a sloppier gesture. Her teeth nipped at my lips to which I responded by darting out my tongue and entangling it with hers.

It was electrifying but kept brief.

Her lips traced past my chin then down to my neck where she instantly leeched herself fervently onto my skin. I whimpered softly in her ear as she attacked my exposed neck, her hips grinding rhythmically into my lap with me growing louder every second. I let out a sharp hiss when her teeth began savagely tearing into my neck as if she were trying to take a bite out of me, the stinging hot heat it brought simulating my everything.

I couldn't contain myself.

A strangled scream of pleasure and pain erupted from me.

She froze.

"No...fuck...no...don't..." I helplessly pleaded, bucking up into her so that she'd know I was very much into what she was doing.

"I-I'm hurting you..." The tousled-haired girl panted sweetly through harsh breaths.

"I don't care."

I meant it.

I need this.

We want this.

She tried to continue on with her neck work but through all the constant delay in her actions and hesitant responses to my moans, I could tell something was on her mind.

Not doubt.

No...something different...

The tight fabric of her cheer uniform had somehow managed to bunch up around her belly, exposing more than it should have.

That's when I realized she was trying to take it off.

"S-Seulgi...I...I..." Irene stuttered, her perfectly framed face shrouded in a mysterious glow. "...I'm going to regret it..."

"What?" I asked breathlessly, confused by her random mumbling but engaged in her anxious hands toying with the hem of her uniform. "Regret what?"

"I-I know I'm going to regret it...I'll hate myself...I'll regret it..." She muttered again, her face now burrowing into my throbbing neck she previously tried to devour whole. "I'll hate myself...I'll fucking hate myself..."

"Say it..." I encouraged her.

She pulled away from my neck and gave me one of the sexiest fucking looks I've ever seen in my entire sixteen years of life on earth.

"Suddenly...my virginity doesn't seem so special anymore..." She whispered hauntingly soft, staring down at me through seductive half-lidded jade eyes. "Because right now...I really want to give it up to you..."

I could have cummed right then and there.

Immediately, I pulled my bound hands down to our overlapping hips, the burning muscles in my arms screaming in relief. I presented them to her silently willing her to free me from my restraints so that I could finally claim what I've been after from the very beginning.

We dazed crazily at one another in desire as Irene began unlooping the wad of knots.

That's right baby...

Give it up to me.

Then.

The worst of the absolute worst happened.

Her loudly obnoxious, annoying, cock blocking, motherfucking phone blasted its shrill ringtone from inside her pink duffle that had been long forgotten on the pavement floor.

I just knew it was Seungyoon.

I knew it.

"...I-I have to answer," Irene told me while climbing off my lap, leaving me suddenly very cold without her heat.

"H-Hey, Yoon," She said breathily, straightening her rising uniform with her free hand. "Y-Yeah I'm still at school.......oh I had to get something from my locker............out of breath? N-No...I'm just...super excited for tonight's game!"

I smirked.

The way she lied.

So very broken.

"Yeah.....okay, I can catch up with you guys now......yup, I'm on my way....okay, seeya."

After she hung up, her guilty eyes fell upon me once more.

"Everyone is meeting up at this diner for a pre-game dinner..." She explained as she picked up her duffle and slipped her phone back into its side pocket. "I kinda have to be there...and stuff..."

"I know," I replied simply.

I know.

I'm second.

I know.

Like she told me before, he'll always come first.

Always.

I'm the whore, he's the boyfriend.

I'm second.

Irene bowed to me politely then started heading toward the front of the locker room. I stopped her by clearing my throat rather loudly.

Because, hello.

I was still very much tied up.

"Um, aren't you forgetting something?" I asked her, raising my bound hands.

My chocolate-haired obsession turned her head to smile at me radiantly beautiful...

But evil.

Downright devious.

"Consider it your punishment." She giggled in a mocking tone.

Wait.

She can't be serious.

I know I've crossed several lines with her and pushed many of her buttons but leaving me stranded, tied up and half-naked in the girls' locker room was just plain wrong.

I mean, I'd totally do the same thing to her but still.

What the fuck?

"So you're just going to leave me like this?" I laughed humorlessly while grimacing at her dominant stance before me. "How very fucked up of you."

Without much warning, Irene kissed me roughly on the lips. Her sleek tongue boldly darted in my mouth to which I granted her access, moaning whorishly as her curious pink muscle lightly grazed the roof of my mouth.

Mmm...check, please.

"Now...who is to blame for that?" Irene asked with a sexy wink, giving me another oddly satisfying peck on the lips then waltzed out the locker room with her duffle thrown over her shoulder in a boss-like fashion.

I slouched down further on the wooden bench.

Bounded.

Defeated.

Touché, Bae.

Touché.