Pop girl finds you in library

Yeah, I know, right? What kind of professor gives us a quiz like that first thing Monday morning? Not to mention the fact that Miss Lockhart's already giving us an assignment. I might just forget to do it. So, what are we gonna do today? Actually, on second thought, if you girls don't mind, I might just stay here and do the assignment. I feel like Miss Lockhart will actually kill me if I don't do it. Yeah, I'm sure, don't worry. I'll be fine. I actually think the study day will be pretty fun. I'll see you guys later. Hey you, funny seeing you here, isn't it? You know, turning bright red when looking at me and stuttering over your words, asking why I'm here should be a pretty big giveaway on why I'm here, right? Is wanting to see my good boy so wrong? I had a pretty annoying Monday and I thought I wouldn't get any better. Then, I noticed you, my precious hard worker. And instead of hanging out with the girls on the off chance my day would get better, I decided to come here and sit with you. Alone, behind the bookshelves, where no one will see us or anything we do. I'm only teasing, sweetie. Don't worry. Well, not that I won't do anything, but for now, I just want to talk to you. I've missed you so much. All these guys coming up to me, acting all cool and asking me out. It only made me long to see you and have you in my arms. But, enough about me. How was your day? Pet, are you even listening to me? Uh-uh-uh. Look at me. I actually wanted to study with you tonight. But you paying attention right now to your studies, rather than listening to the hard day your precious girlfriend had, isn't something a good boy does. So, yes, I am sitting on your lap so teasingly close to prying eyes. But as long as you stay quiet, there shouldn't be a problem, should there? Good boy. Now, I'm gonna ask one last time. How was your day? See, good boys get rewarded, and I'm glad to hear you had a good day. Not only that, but you also did everything you were given to. Aww, such a hardworking boy. It's no wonder so many people hate you for being a nerd. When in reality, I just see envy in their eyes. You know, Pet, I wasn't gonna mention it, but you know how you want us to not have contact in school just in case? Well, I just wanted to mention, based on how you can't keep eye contact with me, and how you have your hands on my hips, I'd wager that you actually missed me more than you're letting on. So, be a good boy and tell me, did you miss me? Is that so? Then prove it. God, your taste is so intoxicating. I wish you weren't so shy so we could do this whenever we wanted, wherever. But, I can't lie. Watching you try your hardest to stay quiet and keep your hands off me is the best. Seeing you get jealous when a guy asks me out in the hallway, when you sit behind me in classes listening to my voice, even when, by the grace of God, we get paired up for something in class, struggling not to praise you and call you my good boy. Watching you struggle to not place your hand on my thigh when explaining something, it's all so fun, yet so painful. Teasing is supposed to be my job, yet it seems as though life's even more of a tease than I am. I love watching you be good for me and telling me exactly what you're thinking. How about this? I really want to stay here with you, so how about after a little more kisses for my good boy, you can help me out with this assignment so people just think you're helping me study? Maybe if you do as good of a job as you always do, I'll let you place your hand on my thigh under the table like you love to do. Sound good? Yeah, I thought it would. Such a bad puppy when it comes to keeping your hands off me. Come here, let me taste you a little longer. Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!