I felt the weight of him press me down on his bed, and I looked up at his flawless face. He had a wild look in his eyes, almost as if he had no control of what was about to happen. It was sort of inhuman, more animal than man. His lips snatched mine in a rough kiss, and when the deed was being done it was his name I screamed.
I awoke with a start, all tangled up in my sheets. I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. I closed my eyes and reminisced about the dream I just had, remembering every touch and every moment. I was clearly going in insane.
The reason for my suspicion of insanity was because the boy in my dream was Patrick O'Rourke. The arrogant asshole who I despised with every fiber of my being. This couldn't be happening...the very thought of him made me sick.
Forcing the memories of my very realistic dream to the back of my head, I made myself climb out of bed and get ready for school. It was the first day back from spring break, and I despised the eleventh grade. Especially since Patrick was in three of my classes. It's literally impossible to escape that cocky smile and those dark eyes that forever hold the gleam of meanness.
I brushed my teeth and straightened my hair, and basically just went to school in my pajamas. I was so not in the mood to get dressed up. I had no one to look good for, anyways.
As I stared at myself in the mirror, I contemplated my appearance. I have always been moderately pretty, but surely nothing special. I had long black hair and dark brown eyes. My face was average, certainly not ugly but also not strikingly beautiful. I stared at myself for thirty seconds more, then decided I better get going.
By the time I drove to school, I was almost late for homeroom. I bolted from my car to the door of the main lobby. As I wrenched it open, I heard a noise come from the bushes beside me. I looked to my left and saw a very disturbing scene.
I saw Patrick and his flavor of the month up against the wall, kissing each other very fiercely. The girl was Patrick's typical type, with blonde hair and gigantic boobs. She looked like a porn star. He had her pressed against the school, with his hands all over her. She seemed to be enjoying it, especially when he pressed his mouth to her neck and began trailing kisses down to her cleavage.
I couldn't help staring. In fact, I was gaping. It was like a car accident. I wanted to look away, but somehow I couldn't. The iron fist of jealousy punched me in the gut as I craved to be in the girl's place at that moment.
Patrick and the girl switched positions so that the girl's back was facing me. He continued to kiss her neck, but then looked up. Our eyes locked, and we stared at each other for at least five seconds. I looked at my feet, then wrenched the door open as hard as I could. I was very late for homeroom that day.
joking. Awesome story, can't really say much else. PM me when Chap. 4 goes up, like I said in comments for Chap. 1. (And I'll say it again in the Chap. 3 comments 
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