Senior year of high school and still, school sucks. Pretty much anyone could agree. But the only thing I like other than my friends is Brian. He's f****** hot. He's the hottest guy in this school, in my opinion. I would hook up with him real quick if I ever got the chance. I'm not even sure if I have any real feelings for him, he just turns me on. The fact that he's so hot makes me out of his league. I could never be with him because, come on, I'm not all that. He'd probably just want someone with a body like a Victoria's Secret model. And I've never even had a real conversation him, which makes this whole thing even better. Every time we talk, we get into an argument and it's not fun.

"Tara, can you repeat what Greg just said?" the teacher asks me. F***, I need to stop daydreaming about Brian and pay attention. I stare blankly at the doodles on my paper.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I say, because, well, I wasn't.

"Well start paying attention, because this will be on the test. It will help you rather than staring at Brian all period," he jokes. Bruh, I don't need him thinking I stare at him when I literally wasn't. All I do is either stare out the window, or draw meaningless doodles on my paper. Everyone looks up at me, snickering and giggling, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Calm down, I'm just kidding. But seriously, pay attention next time." I do an apparent fake laugh, but go back to my b**** face.

Class is later dismissed and I manage once again to get through the rest of the day.

I walk to the front of the school ready to wait years for my mom to pick me up. Better yet, I'm about to wait years for her to pick me up while Brian is here, as always. Because whenever I'm here late, he's usually behind me somewhere. And today of all days, after everyone is gone and it's just us, he starts walking towards me.

"Hey there, miss no name." I look at him with my normal, emotionless face.

"Hey, Mr. Hotshot." I say. He lets out a short laugh.

"Your parents come late too?"

"Yeah, have you never noticed?"

"Well, kind of, it's just that we don't talk a lot." I nod my head and look to see if my mom is here to save me from this beautiful torture.

You know, what if he's the one who stares at me? I mean, it's not a crazy idea, so maybe I'll just test it. I look at the parking lot for about 30 seconds and after that, I turn around and he's not staring at me, but what looks like he's staring at my a**.

"Are you checking me out?" I straight out ask. I have nothing to lose, anyway.

"Don't you check me out too?"

"You didn't answer my question, Brian," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Fine, you caught me, but don't act like you never stare at me in class," he says, and I look at him, kind of shocked because that's exactly what I try not to do—get caught.

"I can name a couple of times. You must have been daydreaming about me f****** you." His words cause me to inhale sharply. My heart starts to race as he gets even closer to me, and almost whispers.

"...Do you want me to?" I sigh and look down at my feet.

I look up at him, and he's biting his lip. Come on, with that, why would I just decline?

"What if I say yes?"

"Then would you want to be... You know, friends with benefits? Unless you have a crush on me or something."

"No no, that sounds good. But we can't just start talking during school. Keep it the way it is, but between just us, it's a different story."

"Way ahead of you. And give me your number." I can't believe this is even happening, but I'm glad it is, getting to f*** Brian in real life and not in my dreams. We exchange phone numbers and my mom pulls up.

"Before you go, how often are your parents home?"

"Not very often, fortunately for us." I bite my lip and pick up my bag.

"See you," he says with a wink. I roll my eyes and walk to my mom's car. I put my bag in the trunk and get in.

"Hey, who's that good looking guy you were just talking to?"

"Okay so no 'How was your day?'"

"How was your day, honey? Is that your boyfriend? Crush at least?" she asks making me laugh.

"No, just some player that had no one to talk to, so he tried to talk to me," I state.

"Oh well then," she sighs. We get home and I immediately try to get my homework done. I may seem like a bit of a hoe, but I still get good grades while being one. My mom, as always, leaves right after she drops me off at home to go back to work so she can come back exhausted at midnight. About 20 minutes into my homework my phone starts to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, are your parents home?"

"No, hold on; I'll text you my address." I send him my address, smiling to myself.

"You still there, Brian?"

"Yeah, I'll see you in a little bit. I'd love to know what your moans sound like." Is this even happening right now? If not, I need someone to wake me up right now. I mean, I'm not a virgin, but this is just too good to be true. But at the same time, I don't want to get too ahead of myself, here.

"I'm looking forward to it." I hang up and change into something more comfortable. Not like that, I actually mean it; joggers and a hoodie, my ideal style. I go back to doing my homework and start to think about what will happen when he gets here. Then, there's a knock at the door.

"Hold on!" I say, trying to gather myself and going to open the door. I open the door and the first thing he does is laugh at me.

"Did I not tell you I was coming over?" He walks in and I close the door behind him, scoffing.

"What the f***? You're coming into my house and throwing shade at how I dress when I'm here?" He sits down on the couch.

"Well, I just thought that you were the kind of person to dress up or something if we're doing this..." Obviously he was talking about our little agreement.

But...

"Honestly, that's the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life. I like to be comfortable, too, you know. Our agreement has nothing to do with it. So just get over yourself and f*** me, if that's what you're here for," I say, with annoyance in my tone. His eyes widen in surprise that I even snapped at him.

"Fine, I'm sorry. Just need some getting used to, that's all." I nod my head in agreement. He starts walking toward me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Besides, we've never talked too much before now, so cut me some slack," he says, smiling. He kisses me and I almost melt. I never even thought he'd be interested in me in this way. But it's good enough for me, because after all, I don't even have any feelings for him.

He starts to pepper kisses along my neck and pauses.

"Where's your room?" He asks. I take his hand and lead him into my room, closing the door behind us. We start to get intimate, but our eyes widen as there is a knock at the front door.