Don't Forget About Me | Stalker x Bellini.

[Bellini]

As Claire woke, surrounded by the dusty rose silk of her bedsheets and the cream color of her heavy down comforter, she groggily wondered if the entire weekend had been a dream. Where she normally would have spent it out shopping with her friends, perhaps attending the football game on Friday and a party afterwards, she only had vivid memories of a raucous Saturday morning with four people she never would have thought she'd keep company with – save Andy, perhaps, but the others were completely unpredictable. Fond memories of laughing over marijuana smoke with Brian and Andy, brushing Allison's hair back as she applied lighter makeup, and – oh, John – rushed to her head, causing her to smile as she pulled the covers over her head briefly, not wanting to leave the dream behind.

Of course, it was reality, something that became clear as her foggy mind began to wake, which propelled her out of bed even faster than days she'd planned on skipping to hang out with her friends, already in the shower within minutes of waking up. It was rare that she was getting ready so early, usually preferring to delay the start to her school day as long as possible – the act she put on every day of preferring her stuck-up, snotty friends and being perfect day in and day out was exhausting, and not one she was ever happy to begin – but today, she found herself singing a Duran Duran song in the shower, staring at herself in the mirror with a pleased sigh as she began preparing for the day.

Once her short red hair was blow-dried to perfection and a bit of natural makeup was applied to her face, she strode to her closet clad only in a plush pink robe, throwing the doors open to scan her wardrobe for something suitable. It took her much longer than usual, making her thankful that she'd begun her routine much earlier; though she was used to crafting a look that was the perfect balance of stylish and effortless, today the stakes were much higher. Rifling through the boundless options, she finally settled on a sleeker look than usual, trading in her flowing skirt for a more form-fitting pencil style and ditching her high boots for a pair of trendy, yet a bit risqué, pumps. The neckline on her shirt was just a bit lower than usual, and while her friends would likely either not notice or make a short comment about her looking to gain someone's attention, she hoped that the difference would be enough to make them correct.

It was still early, much earlier than she usually arrived, when she stepped out of her father's BMW, heels clicking against the pavement as she waved goodbye and headed into the school on her own. Instead of joining her group of friends for a bit of pre-class gossip, Claire made an easy excuse about how she needed to do some extra work from detention and spent a bit of time alone before her first class began, silently panicking over the biggest decision she'd ever had to make in her life.

What did she do? Did she continue in a life she detested, making her parents and her friends' content while sacrificing her own happiness? Did she throw herself into her campaign for prom queen, focusing only on the superficial things she'd grown to hate? After that day in detention, she didn't know if she could bear keeping up the façade, but to not do so would mean social suicide. Was she ready to give up everything she'd worked for?

She spent her morning classes in silent contemplation, skittishly avoiding joining up with her friends and doing her best to ignore the whispers about her strange behavior. When the lunch bell rang, she jumped, gathering her things and steeling herself as she entered the hallway.

"Hi, Brian," left her red lips before she could stop herself, and, figuring she was in too deep now, she accompanied the greeting with a shy wave and a small smile. The blonde boy stuttered, attempting to return the greeting, but settling with returning the wave as his face reddened.

Well, she'd done it now. She knew the small gesture would spread through the cafeteria like wildfire, so she marched into the room with her head held high, lunchbox clutched in pale, white-knuckled hands. When she arrived, she had expected all eyes to be on her as usual, but instead, their attention seemed focused elsewhere. Sat at a table right in the middle of the cafeteria were Andy and Allison, him chattering away nervously about something or other as she giggled and hid her face in between preparing another one of her unconventional lunches. The student body gaggled at them, gossip and nasty things already beginning to circulate, and Claire made her final decision then and there.

Striding confidently through the crowd, the noise of her heels drawing and commanding attention, she plunked her lunchbox down on their table and sat down, beginning to unpack her salad as though it was something she did every day. "Hi, Andy, hi, Allison," she greeted them breezily as she drizzled salad dressing over her food. "Oh, there's Brian!" she grinned as she saw the boy enter the cafeteria. She raised a manicured hand to wave to him. "Brian! Over here!" she called as she patted the seat next to her, staring out at the crowd as though daring them to say anything.

As the students continued to chitter, the final member of their fivesome entered the cafeteria, and while Claire didn't call out to him like she had Brian, it was easy for her to meet his eyes. Cocking her head towards the four of them, she silently invited him to join, holding her breath as she waited for him to react.​

 

[Jack Stalker]

The previous day had been unreal.

Claire had shown some interest in the fact that he had a little black book of sorts. Interest, not disgust as expected. Then, no matter how crude or callous or critical he was of her, she had kept coming back for more. He'd seen the look before, of course, given how many girls he'd been with, he just had never expected to get that look from the pristine princess that was Claire Standish. 'Stand offish' was the nick name she'd been given, and he had known even before he and Allison had started to fuck with her, that she was a virgin.

Allison... he was pretty sure that he'd fucked her at some party, before she became a self imposed social outcast... maybe? Goth types all looked the same to him. It had certainly been too long ago for her to recall what happened through a vodka induced haze, and he wasn't going to remind her, especially since all his attention was focused on Claire. Whatever had happened on a one night stand with Allison, paled next to what he wanted to do to the hot red head with the 'fuck my mouth' lips and 'hammer me hard' body. It had been all he could do to stop himself bending her over her fathers car and railing her when she had kissed him goodbye, with a heat that suggested 'until we meet again'.

All through watching her gloss her lips with her tits, then seeing her spread her legs and keep silent when he was under her desk, to her impromptu appearance in the storage room he had been stuck in, by the fuck of a teacher they had for detention... through all that he'd been hard, hard and calculating what his chances were. She was attracted to bad boys for a fact, that was clear from the moment she had tried to help him when he'd disabled the door in the library, it was a tale as old as time and he embraced it. First chance he got he was going to ruin her, for any 'good' boys who might try and follow him. By the time he was done, her parents would be united, which was good for her, united in their hatred of the bad boy fucker who had ruined their pristine little girl, for any other man or even arranged marriage they might have been planning for their princess.

He'd gone to the party Andrew had mentioned that very night. It was a pity that Claire was grounded, but Saturday night party time was a time when the undesirables, like himself, were permitted to associate with the rich pricks... because they needed to get their weed from somewhere and he was in a position, with his friends, to provide it and more. Those parties were also where he saw plenty of princesses getting their piece of rough. He might have joined those he witnessed, except for some reason, that night, all he could think about was Claire. Claire and all the missed chances to fuck her that he'd had in school that day.

When he was under that desk, he could almost taste her pussy, he wondered if she had been wet, even a little, wondered if she would have still kept her mouth shut if he'd stroked open her lips or lashed her clit with his tongue. Then there was her appearance in the store room, when they'd kissed each others faces off, his hands were everywhere and he'd practically fucked her lips with his mouth. So much so that when they'd partied, with her gift of a diamond earring that he would never part with, he had known exactly what she would be doing that night. Fingering herself hard while mummy and daddy grounded her, while moaning his name and dreaming about what the bad boy was going to do to her next time he got his hands on her.

Monday morning he woke up with 'All the things she said' by one of his fave bands playing in his head. Of course 'she' hadn't said that much, except with the raw passion of her lips on his, the feel of her hands, the smell of her hundred dollar perfume and the taste of a tongue that got bathed with vintage wine and 'rich people' food. Claire had a taste he wasn't going to soon forget, something more addictive than weed by far, and more delicious than he imagined her cunt might taste like. He hit the shower, threw on jeans and a lumberjack shirt to go with his coat and scarf, then grabbed some toast on the way out of the door, after weathering a kiss from his mother, and started the walk to school. His father had left for work early, hard day at the office on Mondays. Of course, that wasn't the more violent father who used to use him as an ashtray... he'd ditched that one when he'd been assigned foster parents. Naturally, he had an image to keep up, and a happyish home life didn't fit that dynamic. Well, as happy as it could be he supposed. He didn't connect with his new family, but he managed to keep his school antics and home life separate.

He wondered how things were going to pan out at school. He knew he wasn't going to give Claire an easy time. Hell, she might have regretted her earlier antics and be telling the principle how he stole one her diamonds even as he headed in... but he didn't think so. he imagined her getting wet at the thought of what a knew day in the sights of Bad boy Bender might bring her. He wondered too.

As soon as he saw her, in 'fuck me' pumps, with a teasing neckline and a skirt that clung to her perfect thighs like glue, he knew she wanted to get fucked. Hopefully he was the target, and if he wasn't... well... at least he didn't have to worry about the wrestler, he'd already seen him all over Allison, or rather Allison chapter two. He eye fucked her all the way from her daddy's car into the quad. She didn't even see him, perched on the low branch of the tree there, and he continued to spy on her as she bounced off her friends and vanished out of sight, prompting him to hop down and saunter in her direction. Andrew had been half right, in that while people might not notice if he disappeared, they certainly didn't notice him unless he walked right up to them, except to avoid. Not Claire's group of friends anyway.

He was also happily ignored by several teachers, he knew the ones. Ones who were so glad when he ditched class, they didn't even report him. combined with a few hall monitors who were happy to give him a wide berth when he stared at them, he was able to cruise past a few of her classes, watching her through the windows unobserved. Was his behaviour a little obsessive? You didn't get a shot at a princess every day, and he was a leg up as this princess wanted him... she was prepared to take risks for him, was likely as hot for him as he was for her.

Lunchtime he followed her, everyone's eyes were on the wrestler and the basket case, he smirked as he saw Claire move over to them. Was she jealous of the attention, or had one night in detention really messed her up and set her on another course? he moved along the cafeteria line, grabbed a milk and some random dish. What was that? Something covered in custard? Then he wandered over to the table where they were, grabbing a chair from an adjacent table and spinning it around to sink down onto it while he forced his tray onto the table, next to Claire's. He nodded around the table, swapped his tray with Brian's, who had a more appetising sandwich on it, paused, then swapped them back with a shrug. He might as well put in some effort, they were. "What is this? The Lunchtime club? I'm impressed, but it's just day one... plenty of time for peer pressure to fuck you all up." he half scowled. He wondered if anyone was going to notice that earring in his ear? Or what it might mean. Sitting with these people? It dissolved his invisibility, and he didn't like the potential attention.

He was about to say something else, then paused as he looked over Allison's lunch with a quizzical and bewildered eye, skimmed past the pile of food that Andrew had on his plate, then rested his eyes on Claire. He wondered how she was going to deal with this shit later, then felt that he didn't care. The more ostracised from her rich friends she was the better really. "You didn't show at the party." he quipped, "I guess you really did get grounded." he shrugged. "To be honest I'm surprised to see you here... I thought you'd be cutting school for the sales at the mall. I doubt they'd consider you doing it again, not so soon, besides, if you did get caught you'd just end up in detention... and I could use the entertainment. Got to find some way to keep myself amused for the next couple of months after all" he grinned. His tome was casual, but the look in his eyes was hot predatory lust, his gaze dropping to her neck, stroking up past her pouting lips to her face.

He leaned in, whispered into her ear. "Want to go get wasted, or something, in the parking lot?" he asked her. "It's either that, or I bust you out of your next lesson the hard way, with another false alarm." he shrugged, leaning back and digging a spoon into the bowl in front of him, casually playing with his food. He hoped she was as hungry as he was, to continue what they had started.