Starwick
I'd been awake for over an hour now, just watching her sleep. I had no idea what I was doing in her bed but I liked it and I didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. She looked so peaceful. I could feel my lust slowly loosing control around her. I'd never been like this with the past girlfriends so why was she different.
She let out a small growl then turned her back to face me. I felt a smile creep up on my face. The naughty images of her playing in my mind were delightful. Being the prince of lust is not easy especially when you're suddenly tempted by a girl who's putting in no effort whatsoever.
I let my eyes roam all over her body. She had dressed in a cropped night top and matching shorts last night, but right now the duvet blocked my entire view. I mentally groaned. Suddenly, she stretched and yawned. "Good morning." she uttered in a low sexy voice. This little witch was poking me in the wrong places without even knowing it.
She got out of bed, then went to pull out her uniform. "What time is it?" she asked, still absorbed in what she was doing. All this while, my eyes were glued to her cute little a**. I tore my gaze from her body, then checked the time on her phone, which lay on the bed-side table next to me. "6:30 am." I replied. "Good. Let's get our hands dirty." she responded, turning to me with a huge smirk on her face.
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She snuck her way into the garage and I followed behind her. The garage was small and messy. A red rusty car was parked in the middle of it. The rest of the space in the room was filled with out boxes, mattresses and a pike of wore out car tools. "What do you have in mind?" I asked, watching her go through the tool box and move towards the old car parked in the garage. She forced the hood of the car open, then tapped a plier against the car's old engine. "Plan on causing a fatal accident." she replied getting to whatever she had in mind,... still in those PJ's that were disrupting my mind. "Do you know what you're doing?" I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Of course I do. I've been the one baby sitting this car for years."
Within 10 minutes, she was done with her plan. I saw a diamond turn black. "Come on. Let's go get ready for school." she said slamming the car's hood shut. "Alright." I said leading the way back. Retuning to her room, she started to arrange her bag for the day. Out of a drawer, she pulled out itching powder and threw it into her bag. I watched confused but stayed silent.
Eventually, I broke the silence. "So what exactly did you do to the car down there?" I asked curious. "I cut the breaks. If anything bad happens it can easily be assumed that the car's brakes were failing 'cause it's damn old." she replied, still concerntrated on whatever the hell she was throwing into her backpack. "We have one down, twelve to go." she said waving the ring in my face before tossing her bag unto the bed.
Her eyes lit up so brightly. The way she's enjoying this it's confusing. The past girlfriends,... they'd sit a while and sulk over what they had just done then get back to doing whatever they had in mind. Thinking about it, I just realized that none of them pulled any stunt that could lead to dead, but this one,... Mayhem must be her middle name.