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Good Girl Gone Bad [ TortoiseShell x Tyr]

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    Washington Irving High rose above the ground with little pride, the old once beautiful building having outlived its days of glory to be covered in graffiti despite the janitor's best efforts. The inside of the structure was little different from the rest - tagged lockers and bathrooms, a hardly respected dressing code and young people coming closer to public intercourse than appropriate. Irving High was the epitome of teenage delinquency and bore a striking similitude to the chliche high school TV shows.

    For some it was a place to make friends that would stick, for others it was a place to face the harsh truths about the society. To her, it was hell. Faith D'Aether moved to the small town in Connecticut with her family a month earlier yet instead of getting better, things have degenerated. Born and raised in a family with high moral values set in stone, religion playing a central in their lives. Following a lifetime in a catholic school for girls, a public school was hard to adapt to. Her parents tried to find a catholic school in the area, yet she insisted they let her go to regular one.

    A month later, she still felt like a complete outsider. Day after day, the girl went on observing all the sin that took place in the institution, yet soon enough she began to wonder whether it was sin or freedom she was observing. In an existance filled with prayers and rules she had little time to consider who she was, what her rights should have been or even what she wanted from life. Instead, she was the obedient little lamb, following her parents' orders. The purity ring on her finger was steadily losing its importance as the girl began to fantasize about being one of the girls smashed between the cold locker's wall and the body of a boy.

    Thoughts as such were becoming an obsession to the poor little girl. She realized that perhaps something was wrong with her and not the rest of the world. All the popular people looked so different from her, acted like they knew exactly what and why they were doing. She, on the other hand, felt like a newborn left to its own devices. Oftentimes she would hear snarky comments about her from people she has never met about her clothes or appearance.

    That day, she heard the word 'nun' as she passed by a pair of scantily clad girls and it stung. Instead of going straight to the lockers, she paused at the bathroom to check herself out. She wore a white dress shirt with a sweater on top along with a pair of simple straight jeans and sneakers, her hair attached in a strict bun at the top of her head and glasses hiding her beautiful eyes. She looked down at her body, studying the fabric that hid the fact that she had large breasts yet was very thin and frail. She then glanced at her jeans that did little good to her shapely rear and slim legs, a sigh escaping her plump lips - most likely the only part of her body not hidden by anything.

    Perhaps they were right. She shook her head softly and turned around, walking off toward the lockers. No, she wasn't going to sulk - she had a happy, wealthy family, a few friends back at home and good grades that would take her places, not to mention she was finally going to ask a boy out. It went against everything her parents taught her, yet she couldn't take it any longer. He never seemed to notice her, yet she noticed him all right. Everytime he passed by, or hung out at the lockers with his friends, she felt her heart stop for a moment. There was something about him that took her breath away, made her long for him.

    She has never gotten the chance to really talk to him though - perhaps once or twice they talked in their Biology class, yet it never went beyond a request for a pencil or a question regarding the page they were on. Otherwise, she has always tried to find him alone yet he seemed to be surrounded by a group of people on a regular basis. Reaching the lockers, Faith looked around, hopeful to see him at his locker. As usual he wasn't there, causing her to sigh.

    Walking up to her locker, she sighed. There was yet another insult written down on the metal wall. Pulling the door open, she studied the locker's contents, hesitating. Finally, she pulled out the books from her bag, deciding to give herself a break for a night. [/list:u]
 
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Darren loved high school, though the reasons had nothing to do with an education, unless that education was life. Though it was his second year as a senior, he really didn’t care if he ever graduated, as school offered a wonderful place to have fun and hook up. The new age get in touch with your feelings programs where nobody was a bad person attitude of the administration was something that made Darren's life easy. The administration was a bunch of naive fools, who handed our condoms to lower the teen pregnancy rate, while preaching abstinence. The fools had that lame ass ‘Just say no to drugs’ program, next fucking thing they would probably try is ‘Just say no to sex’, stupid motherfuckers.

Having spent almost five years at this lame ass four-year institution Darren knew every nook and cranny, and every way to skirt the rules. Even now as he tossed the butt of the cigarette he’d just smoked to the ground, something else that was of course was against the rules, not like anyone cared, especially when far worse shit was going on all the time. Darren having grown up in a broken family, where his dad left his mother for another younger woman, had a clear understanding of how the world worked. The world was full of those that did, and those that just stood around and let the world dump on them. He had no intention of letting anyone dump on him, plus life was too short not to have fun. So he spent his money fixing up his car and dressing in the coolest clothes and having the greatest fun possible. Around here being cool and in the in crowd brought significant advantages, like hot looking girls, plus being older didn’t hurt. Yeah he was over 18 and they were under aged girls, but no one here was pulling out identifications cards to check. This world was a harsh place, and those that stood at the top enjoyed the perks, while those at the bottom, were losers and outcasts. Not that Darren Jackson cared in the least as he was at the top of this food chain.

Having just taken a leak and smoked a cigarette he made his way across campus. Smiling, saying hi to numerous people, and checking out some of the fine bitches that went to this lame ass educational institution. Every so often his head turned to watch a particularly tight set of buns sashay pass. Never did he acknowledge or smile as the losers and dregs as they were unimportant. Even now he was thinking about who he would take out Friday night, maybe it would be Kathy, she knew how to really suck cock, or maybe Samantha she always put out. Then a wicked smile crossed his face, Tamara, that girl had finest ass in the school, and best of all she’d let him fuck her in the ass, all because she didn’t want to get pregnant. With a confident stride, he made his way to the main building where his locker was. Twice he was stopped to shoot the shit and discuss the latest gossip.

Finally he made it to his locker, a place he left his books, as he rarely took them home. In fact his locker was really just a place to dump stuff so he didn’t have to carry stuff around school.
 
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Faith pushed the locker shut, studying the insult on it, clearly written in eyeliner. It didn't surprise her much. During her years of an all girls school she came to discover the cruelty of women. While she wasn't the target of it in the previous years, she could cope with it. Smudging the writing off, she sighed. She had no idea how much more of all that she could take. High school was supposed to be fun, not years spent wishing to be at home, far from the humanity. A part of her grew to unconsciously despise her parents for not giving her anything, not teaching her a thing about reality. She expected school to be similar to the sitcoms she watched during the summer - filled with laughter, silly jokes, a mean girl or two. Instead, every girl was mean, ready to do just about anything to get with the hottest guy and prevent you from doing so.

She was a shadow. People didn't bother to stop talking about their secrets when she was around, simply because they didn't notice her. It was for that reason that she knew that Darren slept with just about every single girl in the school. She never understood why he wasn't dating a single one of them. Of course it didn't prevent her from falling for him. He was the epitome of everything her parents were against, and instead of putting her off, it drew her toward him. She was convinced that he could teach her everything, make her life different and exciting.

Suddenly, she saw him pass by, obviously not bothering to even faintly acknowledge her existance. She bit on her lower lip, slowly inhaling before turning to face him. She didn't talk to anyone at school, and sometimes was wondering whether she could still talk or not. "H-hey, I'm Faith," she spoke to him, her sultry voice almost trembling. "I was wondering, would you like to go get a coffee with me?" She wondered, for the first time since she arrived to the high school mustering a smile - a beautiful one, at that, uncovering the perfect row of painfully white teeth. She could hear her heart beat while she waited, the certainty of being rejected growing at the speed of light. She inwardly cursed herself for even asking him, petrified at the humiliation that would surely follow.
 
Darren put the book into the locker and closed it. He had a homework assignment due in the class, but he knew he could copy off of someone else, and thus didn’t need the book. Now that he didn’t have any more classes, he was thinking about heading for the parking lot to get his car. So he completely missed the girl that had snuck up on him, till he started to turn. He turns halfway around, not remembering her name, though he did have a vague recollection that she was in one of his classes. She had a nice face, though if she had a nice body it was impossible to tell with the clothes she wore. So he was a bit surprised when she introduced herself and quickly asked about getting coffee. There were girls and then there were girls, and anyone with eyes could tell this was the frigid virgin kind. Not that he had clue about the ring, as he didn't know anyone that made that kind of pledge. So he was slow to answer as he tried to understand what the girl wanted.

So before he answered, he realized he didn’t really care if he hurt her feelings or not, and that if she wanted to spend time with him, it was going to be completely on his terms, if for no other reason than he had far easier pieces of ass to play with. So a smirk almost devilish smile crosses his face as he begins to imagine what she might look like with far less clothing. He made no attempt to hide his gaze as he checked her out.

I don’t date or hang out with good little girls.

He put the lock back on the locker, casually spinning the combination as he turned to completely face her with a cocky smile on his face.

So what are you?

As he waits for an answer, he leans against the locker.
The look on his face, and the tone of his voice a clear challenge.
 
Faith studied him, her chest raising and falling in irregular motions. His eyes on her body, that smirk...They made her body and heart ache, a strange heat coming over hers. She shivered slightly, trying to dismiss the odd sensations. It turned out to be quite an easy task as she heard him speak. His words were cold and cruel, having no consideration for her feelings at all. She bit on the plump lower lip of hers, the bright green-blue eyes traveling over the boy's face. If she knew anything about the world, she would have probably told him off or said something in her defense. She would have at least turned around and left. Instead, she replayed his words in her head, realizing that they left her a hint of hope. If she wasn't such a good little girl, maybe he would reconsider.

Her heart leapt at the though, an uncertain smile slowly creeping onto her face. "W-what am I?" She echoed in a slight confusion. The tone and look of his face told her that there was some kind of a challenge in his words, yet she couldn't figure out what exactly he expected from her. "I'm a good little girl," she replied slowly, biting on her carefully manicured thumb.

"But I don't see why that can't change," she added hesitatingly, worried that a wrong step would lose his interest completely and despite his cocky expression she wanted to keep on being in the boy's presence.
 
Darren was about to push by, really not wanting a thing to do with this girl, when she said she could change. Why it struck him, and why it made him think twice he didn’t immediately recognize, but the proposal if it was one got his attention. So he pull himself off of the locker were he was leaning and looked down at the good little girl with smirk.

Really.

She stood there nervously gnawing at her thumb, as he closed the distance, so he was but inches from her. He’d intentionally invaded her personal space as he offered her a chance.

Well then, we have a class tomorrow, why don’t you wear something special for me. I haven’t seen much of you, so how about a nice short skirt, I think I should know what you really look like, before I say yes.

If she was really willing, then he was going to have fun playing with her. The girl sounded desperate, and he was just the guy to take advantage of her. With a smile boarding on mischievous, he steps by her and begins to leave, not really waiting for an answer, as it would come tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.
 
Faith watched her dream boy while he spoke, drinking into every word he said, just in case he was about to tell her off and never address her again. Suddenly, however, he stated his request and approached her, causing the girl's heart to stop for a second. She felt so tiny when facing him, and had to resist the desire to reach out an touch him, make sure that it was real. Despite the seeming cruelty, she figured that there was possibly a chance that he would say yes after all.

"See you," she whispered, leaning up against the locker after he left, her face burning. She suddenly realized that she didn't own a skirt, or that she wasn't ready for that. Feeling her resolution falter, she shook her head. No, it was time to change something - she wanted memories, especially ones with him in the picture. Glancing at the time, she nodded to herself. She had a few hours left to waste before an engagement with her parents. They trusted her blindly and deposited a sum into her account every month, yet she never spent any of the money simply because she had no need to. Now, however, was another story. The sum accumulated was quite high, enough for a wardrobe change.

Almost running off to the shopping center, she spent the rest of the day shopping. Upon her return home she filled her closet with new clothes and set up the makeup she bought at her table. Through most of the night the poor gullible creature couldn't sleep, imagining what a date with Darren would be like. It would surely be wonderful...She thought back to all the movies where the bad boy turned out to be sweet and caring, despite his coldness. Perhaps he was like that.

It was at that note that she finally fell asleep, only to wake up what felt like moments later. Quickly taking a shower, she let her hair wave slightly, for the first time since she entered her school letting it down. She then took off her glasses, quickly applying a line of eyeliner on both sides, creating a natural yet somewhat smoky effect. Following the eyeliner with a thin coat of light pink lipgloss, she studied her reflection in the mirror, her jaw almost dropping. She was...hot.

Returning to her wardrobe where the new clothes selected with the help of quite a few salespeople hung, she picked out a short denim skirt that hugged her round rear quite nicely, following it with a fitted white shirt with a bare shoulder that showed off her ample breasts and near perfect figure, adding a few bracelets on her wrists and ending everything with a pair of grey suede pumps. Deciding to be even more daring, she messed up her hair slightly, stepping back to look at herself. She looked like a feral cat, yet a stunning one at that.

Finally satisfied, she picked up a thin light jacket and ran outside, driving off to school. Getting there a few minutes before the bell, she went down the hall, having to try hard not to blush. Instead of feeling good about herself, she felt naked and watch, not realizing that the guys' grins were due to her new look - and the fact that her ass easily rivaled Tamara's one. Considering running away a dozen times, she finally reached the classroom and walked up to a desk at the back, taking a seat there as she waited for Darren. The poor girl who hardly looked like the one from yesterday was almost shaking, her excitment growing by the second.
 
Darren chuckled wondering if the loser would do it. She probably had fat thighs or hairy legs, that would be worth a laugh or two in class tomorrow. Chuckling he heading for the student parking lot to his pride and joy a 1969 GTO muscle car. He’d been working on it since he was fifteen, and now it was almost done. By the time the motor started, the girl was out of mind as he gave consideration to far more important things like who he was going to fuck on Friday.

Peeling out of the parking lot, he headed to the local auto shop to see if he could find a few last parts he needed. After that he had planned to stop by the burger joint where all the cool kids hung out. Sometimes he could pick up a race or two, and if things went well a girl or two. Everything was going well, till he had an issue with his engine and he ended up at home fiddling with it late into the night, finally getting it solved around bedtime.

The next day he headed to school having forgotten all about his encounter with the girl in the hallway. Wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt, he drove significantly in excess of the speed limit. Finally he pulled into the parking lot with only a few minutes to spare. His mind was on other things as he rushed to pick up his biology book and head for class. Still he made it there just as the bell was ringing. Looking around he quickly took the seat behind Faith; not even realizing it was her. Only after having been there a minute or two did he realize that the hot girl in front of him was the same girl that had accosted him in the hallway yesterday. He couldn’t get a good view, but what he did see had his full attention. The biology professor droned on till they all were to split up into lab partners for the experiment.

Darren having no clue about what was required, and knowing he wanted to find out more about the girl in front of him. So he stands and speaks to her.

Want to be lab partners for this?

As he spoke, his eyes tried to take advantage of his relocation to check her out.
 
Faith quickly recorded everything the teacher wrote, not quite eager to split into lab partners. She was always stuck with an odd boy who didn't have any friends in the class, and even he didn't talk to her much. Of course they didn't have a lot in common either, as they discovered during the first lab. Putting her things away, she bent over toward her bag slightly as she suddenly heard Darren's voice.

His request almost gave her a heart attack. Turning her head, she smiled brightly. "Yeah, sure," she nodded, patting the empty space beside her. She then quickly turned back to the papers the teacher handed out earlier on with instructions and so forth, filling out what had to be filled out before preparing the chemicals and such. It was a painfully simple lab - they had to prepare a leaf and place it into a solution, then observe it over the weeks to see if it would give birth to flowers.

It wasn't the plant however she was thinking about. Quickly pulling on a pair of gloves, she tried to concentrate on the preparations yet the idea of standing right next to Darren was quite overwhelming.
 
With a critical eye not for the experiment, but the short shirt the girl had donned, he follows her to the lab bench that were scattered along on the sides and back of the classroom, their bench was towards the back corner. The table gave each group a little room to work, and had drawers below that held various paraphernalia. As the girl lays out her lab book and prepares to begin the experiment, he stands behind her quietly observing. The girl look absolutely hot in the outfit, and he now had every intention of seeing more of this girl. Still just the way she was dressed showed her willingness to comply with his requests, and he had every intention of seeing just how far she would go.

Stepping even closer behind her, his body occasionally brushing against hers, he watches as she prepares various chemicals, precisely measuring each.

You look good in that outfit baby?

Again he brushes against her, this time intentionally as he talks to her. Looking around the classroom, he wasn’t the only one to have noticed her transformation, several girls were talking in hush tones and pointing, and several guys were staring. Darren tries to keep her attention as she works on the assignment.

Maybe you have some bad girl in you. Am I right or wrong?

Most of the other students had their own assignments to attend to, so their stares were decreasing as they turned their attentions to the work and teacher’s occasionally interruptions as he made various suggestions. On of Darren's hands comes to rest on the small of her back.
 
Faith froze when he told her she looked good, not to mention called her baby. In a matter of seconds she wasted almost half a bottle of the chemical she was holding. "Damn," she hissed, quickly wiping it off the table, a light blush playing on the girl's lightly tanned skin. She turned her head to look at him, giving him a meek smile. "Thanks," she whispered, her seductive voice almost trembling as she spoke to him. Giving the teacher an apolodgetic smile when she noticed him stare, she tried to concentrate on the experiment - the earlier she was done, the earlier the two of them could leave and she hoped that his comment implied that he accepted her offer.

His hands and body occasionally brushing agaist her was making things quite hard, causing her to freeze, her body oddly growing hotter. She sucked in a breath, placing the experimental leaf into the tube where it was supposed to remain for a few minutes before being placed into the next solution.

Leaning against the table, she turned her head to look at him, the large blue-green eyes studying the boy's face slowly. "Maybe," she replied timidly, biting on her lower lip slowly. "It's up to you to decide," she shrugged, not quite sure what else to tell him.

"Am I doing something wrong? Everyone keeps staring," she sighed in frustration, voicing her worries to the first person who was there to listen to them. She realized that he probably didn't care much, yet it was good to let it off her chest. She was so nervous that it took her almost a minute to realize that his hand was on her lower back, and she didn't move to push it away despite the fact that it made her anxious.
 
No you’re doing nothing wrong, they just like what they see. They didn’t even notice you before.

The one hand remains on the small of her back as he almost whispers back an answer to her question. The contact intentional as keeps her close.

And I think one or two might just be jealous of what you have going on.

As he continues to stand directly behind her as she goes about the experiment. Truth be told, he hadn’t paid any attention and had no clue as to what the assignment was about. The only biology he cared about was the one were he was fucking a girl. So as she continues to mix various fluids he leans in and continues the game.

So what color are your panties?

The voice whispered into her ear as his body for a briefest of moments almost completely touches hers. Darren enjoyed this game, wondering just how far he could push her. He was going to find out, as he planned to see if she really wanted to be a bad girl. No matter her answer, he was ready to continue.

I don’t believe you, take them off so I can see them.

The bench offering cover from the other students as it came up to about their waists.
 
Faith watched him as he whispered to her, quickly looking away when he said that people liked what they saw. She didn't care much about anyone's opinion other than his, and knowing that he found her pretty was enough to brighten her innocent existance. His following question caused her to hesitate. Why would he need to know that? She figured that it was all part of the challenge he seemed to be giving her, and if there was one thing she loved it was a challenge.

"W-white," she whispered, gasping softly as she felt his body press up against hers for that beautiful although brief moment. His request turned her cheeks bright red, the girl inhaling slowly. She subtly looked around. There was nobody around them - only at the front, yet the teacher risked passing by, not to mention it was beyond embarassing.

Slowly, she slid her hands under her skirt by her side, causing the skirt to ride up her thighs, offering him a partial view of her round, firm rear. She grasped the panties and pushed them down, a moment later the lacy white thong resting on the ground. She stepped out of it, taking a few moments to muster the will to look back at him.

To avoid further awkwardness of the silence, she bended over, her back facing him as she did and picked up the panties, resting them on the stool. "Do you belive me now?" She whispered, turning around to face him.
 
On the inside Darren laughed, cause the girl was full of surprises. On the outside he just smiles as if she is doing nothing out of the ordinary. His eyes watch as she doffs the requested article of clothing. The panties themselves were a surprise as he expected a set of white cotton granny panties, and instead resting there on the top of the stool was a lacy white thong.

Yes, I do. Baby, you are full of surprises.

As he speaks he reaches down and casually palms the panties. With them wadded in his hand he brings them up to his nose to take a deep inhalation of her feminine aroma, all the while he has a mischievous smile plastered across his face. Just as casually he lowers them from view, and deposits them into his pocket for safekeeping.

This girl had definitely peaked his interest, and her bold participation in his little game, was keeping his attention. Even as he thought about it the teacher was telling everyone to wind it down and wrap it up, as the bell was going to ring in a few minutes. He presses himself against her as she moves to comply with the teacher's request.

Meet me in the parking lot after school.
 
Faith felt her blush deepen if that was even possible when he called her baby, yet the color seemed to drain from her face when he brought her panties to his face. It was by far the oddest, most embarassing thing that has ever happened to her. However, judging by his face she concluded that it was something normal, not uncommon in that school. Shivering slightly as she felt a strange wet sensation between her legs - awfully embarassing phenomenon that seemed to become more and more recurrent as she spent more time with him, she nodded at his request, glancing at his pocket briefly before looking away.

She quickly finished the experiment, her partner turning out to be of little help and quickly picked up her things, almost running out of the bathroom. The rest of the day was absolute torture for her - she had to squeeze her legs together everytime she sat down, and avoid bending over, not to mention she had quite a hard time going up the stairs.

She didn't mind it too much though, the knowledge that she would soon meet Darren outside making her heart race. While he still hadn't given her an answer she presumed that it was a yes, considering the fact that he had a very intimate object of hers. She twisted her purity ring as she thought about it, a sigh escaping her lips.

While the day was torture physically, she has never felt that good before. Everyone seemed to notice her, the girl getting to talk with the most popular crowd although not all the girls appreciated her much. The guys meanwhile seemed to think that she was new and by the time the final bell rang she had a cellphone filled with names and numbers she didn't recognize.

All of that was of little importance comparing to what would follow. She had to hang on to the last of will she had remaining not to run toward the parking lot. Slowly getting there, her hips swaying invitingly - something she never even noticed, she looked around and took a seat on her car, waiting for Darren.
 
Darren wondered if the girl would show or not, he figured it was a fifty-fifty chance. Still she seemed to be full of surprises, not the least that she far hotter looking than he expected. Tossing his books into his locker, as he never took them home, he heads for the parking lot. Of course he was in no particular rush as he chatted and talked to several people, including a few girls he knew on a very personal level. Finally he makes it to the student lot, and sees her sitting there on a bench. Knowing her predicament, he just comes to stand a few feet directly in front of her, were if she weren’t carefully he’d get a view of her privates.

So you ready? I thought we’d head over to the Bob’s Big Burgers, and get a bite.

Either way he heads out into the lot, a significant number of the cars already gone, everyone having bolted at the final bell. Not exactly the gentleman, he heads for the driver side, expecting her to get her own door.

The door is unlocked pull hard sometimes it sticks.

Hopping into the car he knew like the back of his hand, he quickly starts up the motor, which give off a deep rumble, eluding to its significant horsepower underneath the hood. He turns his head, watching her enter the car, again enjoying some of the many things she’d been hiding in her prior attire. While she hops in he pulls a cigarette out and lights it, taking a deep draw. While he waits his hand and arm stick out the window with the smoke rising up.
 
Faith watched him in confusion. She was starting to feel a certain disappointment while the euphoria faded away. She expected a lot more from him, especially considering his posession of her underwear. Opening the door, or bringing her some place other that a burger joint for instance would have been nice. Standing up, she glanced at her car and over to his, wondering if she really trusted him enough to get into his. He didn't look like the safest driver.

Shaking it off, she reminded herself that she was about to be seen in public with Darren, and with that thought she felt a grin spread across her lips. "Alright, sure," she nodded, harshly pulling on the door. Taking a seat inside, she suddenly felt out of place. She had no idea what to say, or what to do.

"So am I supposed to take this as a yes, or am I still on probation?" She wondered slowly, glancing by her side to cough softly as he lit up the cigarette. His eyes traveling over her body made her wonder if he was aware that she had a face, yet the thought was instantly dismissed.
 
Taking another deep pull on the cigarette, he flicks it away, sending it spinning to the gravel below. Grabbing the wheel, throwing one arm behind her, he turns around to back the car up. The girl looked so nervous sitting in the seat, which amused him greatly. She’d probably be running and screaming if she knew all the things he’d planned to do to her. Smiling and chuckling he answers her question about probation.

Probation, isn’t that for bad girls? Hmmmm… well then you are still on probation, cause I like the new you.

The car changes direction as he punches it and puts up a fishtail of rock and dust as he peels out of the parking lot, the car briefly swaying side to side as he keeps the monster under control. Though young Darren was an semi-experienced driver and knew how to handle his car, even when using excessive speed, which seemed to be as often as he drove at legal speed. The trip across town to Bob’s took an amazing short period of time. On the way Darren spun the dial on the radio and had it blaring on a local rock channel. So coherent conversation really wasn’t possible as the scenery outside flew by.

With a powerful breaking skid, they pull into the burger place, Darren finding a place to park. Kids were sitting at benches, in cars, and inside, as they seemed to be doing more hanging than actually eating. The place was pretty full, and seemed to be a meeting place for the cool youth of the high school.

Come on let’s go in and grab some food. What do you want?

He says as he prepares to hop out of the car.
 
Faith watch Darren, noticing the faint shadow of amusement on his face. A part of her was curious if all of it was just pity for her, or perhaps he was amused by the fact that she actually thought he would agree to go out with her. Hearing his answer, she smiled lightly. "Alright," she simply replied, right before he shut her up by turning out the radio. While it offended her that he didn't bother having a conversation with her, she found a hundred excuses as she always did. He was driving and didn't want to be bothered while doing so was the most coherent one. So, bracing her life and tightly holding on to the door's handle as he sped through half the town, she occasionally glanced at him and spent most of the time with her eyes shut to avoid seeing whatever they would crush into.

FInally, he slowed down and she opened her eyes, studying the place. She didn't know anything about it, yet she recognized many of the faces from high school, all of them part of the 'cool' crowd. All of it was exciting an new to her, taking a few moments for the girl to acknowledge Darren's question. She didn't usually eat such food and didn't really want to start doing it, either.

"Um...Do they have chocolate milkshakes?" She wondered slowly, walking up to the front of the car, giving timid smile to the guys she has exchanged phone numbers with earlier on. One of them, already stoned, passed by with a grin. "I want to have Faith," he laughed, the only one to do so, at his pun and winked at her before resuming his walk toward a group of people.

Faith, meanwhile, hardly acknowledging the boy looked at Darren, waiting for him to lead the way.
 
Sure, come on, he said.

His hand reaches out for hers, taking it, before he heads off, moving through the crowd with her in tow. Several times he raises his hand in acknowledgement of various people calling his name out. Several ask if he’s doing to the party on Friday night, and he nods or gives a positive verbal response. Finally they make it to the glass window, with the holes in it, and he orders two shakes, one chocolate for her and a vanilla for himself. The crowd is boisterous and loud as cars accelerate from the parking lot with girls hanging out windows yelling, or sitting in the parking lot blaring music. Darren seems unfazed as they wait, though he makes no effort to engage her in conversation, as he seems to be looking around and is more engage with the things going on in and around the burger joint.

Finally the shakes are delivered, he pays for both and takes them, and then heads off for a picnic bench that are situated all around the place. Looking around he spies one that is vacant, and points to it using on of the shakes.

Over there, we can sit there.

Getting there, one of bench seat has something spilled on it, so he sits the shakes side by side and sits down, obviously expecting her to sit next to him. Darren realizes that she may have issue with the arrangement, but is unconcerned, and watches as she tries to sit, to see how she hides her lack of underwear and deals with sitting at a picnic table. She would have to be very careful, as the benches offered very little protection from prying eyes. Almost like a gentleman he reaches out with a hand to help her sit.

Come on baby, you can sit next to me. I promise, I don’t bite … well not much at least.

The humor seems genuine, though the smile really does hide a devilish plan he was concocting.
 
The girl waited for the order to get there, staring at the ground in silence. She smiled back at people who walked by, most of them guys. She couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy each time it was a girl he addressed. It wasn't because she was posessive - although she was. It was mainly due to the fact that she knew that he slept with at least half of them, even those with boyfriends. She sighed softly, studying Darren. Yet again she told herself to stop being stupid - she was with him, he was holding her hand, popular people talked to her as though she was one of them. What else could she ask for?

She glanced at their order and arched her eyebrows, blushing when she saw Darren pay for both of their shakes. Following him in silence, she studied the picnic table, for a moment wondering if he realized that he was publically humiliating her in front of everybody. She could almost feel a few eyes on her as she stood in front of the bench. While nobody knew that she wasn't wearing underwear, several guys were quite eager to see what was under her skirt. Who the hell thought of connecting these benches? She asked herself, biting on her lower lip.

After a moment of hesitation, she simply lifted her leg, stepping over the bench, ignoring the fact that he could almost catch a glimpse of her hairless pussy. She followed with the second leg, receiving a few whistles on behalf of the skaters that rolled by. She released his hand as she sat down, studying him with a smile.

She picked up the shake, taking a sip from it, turning her head to look at him. "So...Is this where you usually hang out?" She wondered, eager to find out more about the boy.
 
His eye watches as she sits on the bench, though he wasn’t able to catch what wasn’t under her skirt, still he enjoyed the smooth sexy legs as she sat. The whole while his lips were wrapped around the straw sucking on his shake as she talks, betting with himself on how long it would take to get between those legs.

Sure, come here all the time, to shoot the shit, or find a race, or to pick up a sexy girl. This is the place to be; you know the place to be seen, better than fucking hanging out at the library with the losers.

Darren brings his hand down onto the top of her leg as he talks, his palm resting on the fabric of her short skirt and fingers tips just touching the soft skin.

Fuck who wants to be with the losers, with no friends and nothing to do on Friday and Saturday nights. You understand, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here with me.

His hand slides down her leg, thumb on outside of her leg, and fingers on the inside, he begins to rubs her leg as he continues.

Fucking look at you, you’re now hot, you’re letting everyone know that you’re not scared of your body and are proud of what you have. Otherwise you wouldn't be here dressed like that.

His fingers gently rub the top of her leg, never going to far, yet clearly intruding by boldly touching her. If she were to have pants the touching wouldn't have been so forthright, but she didn't, and Darren knew it, so he continues to see what her limits are and how far he can push.

You got it so why hide it; I know I like how my new little bad girl looks.

His other hand puts down the shake, as he turns the other hand touching her shoulder and upper arm. She was trapped in a way, so he use the moment, to let the hand on her skirt rise, moving ever closer to her exposed privates.
 
Faith listened to him, her smile quickly fading away. Actually, her expression grew cold and distant starting the moment he mentioned he came there to pick up a girl. She frowned, studying him slowly. "I'm not 'now' hot. I just let my hair down and put on a skirt," she replied with a sigh, looking away from him, shivers running down her spine as she felt his hand slide along her leg.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter," she shook her head, looking back at him and to his hand. His little bad girl. She couldn't help but blush at that statement, although she still wondered if he had anything to say that didn't involve bashing nerds. The thing with nerds was that she had something to talk about.

She took another sip, remaining silent simply because she didn't have anything else to say. She was wondering if it all had been a bad idea. They were from two different worlds, after all. It was that thought that pushed her to reconsider. She needed to get out of her world, get a taste of reality. Not to mention that despite the many disappointments she liked the boy, and figured that it was merely a facade.

She took another sip, letting out a low, almost sensual gasp when she felt his hand between her legs. "What are you doing?" She murmured, blushing.
 
As she confronts his physical intrusion into her personal space, he geta big broad smile.

I just can't help myself; you’re just so hot looking.

Darren’s hand never stops and continues to massage her leg and inner thigh as he smiles at her and stares into her eyes.

You not only look great, but you feel great to.

Knowing better than being put on the defensive, concerning his activities, past experience had shown going on the offensive usually was rewarded with success.

Do you not like the way it feels? I can stop if you’re not enjoying it, but you have to tell me the truth. I don't appreciate when a girl lies to me.

How often had he pushed a girl, to have her protest, and then he countered. So his hand just continues to massage her leg and inner thigh as he plays his game with her. The whole time he gave her, his complete attention, watching her face, and waiting for her answer. Would it be the truth, or a lie?
 
The girl felt her cheeks grow dark red at his words, his persistent hand stirring within her emotions she didn't recognize. He was icredibly good with his hands, and she was painfully sensible, causing her to writhe as his hand moved along her thigh.

She listened to his words, thinking back to everything her parents taught her. However, her resolve faded away with every second, the thoughts about her familial values fading away. Everything seemed so trivial at that point, why would anyone think there was something wrong with feeling so good.

Her lips half parted, she looked up and down from his hand to his face. "I do like the way it feels," she replied cautiously, her voice quiet. "But there are a lot of people around, and I'm not very comfortable," she continued, her gaze digging into his one.
 
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