After school snack

The bell rang and I left science class, last class of the day, grabbing my bag out of my locker and heading into the bathroom. I always came to school dressed up like Pollyanna, playing the good girl so Megan never thought she had anything to worry about. I needed a cigarette bad. I guess I could smoke while I changed. Although Megan was always late. She always showed up just as all the buses were leaving. I had just under seven minutes. Plenty of time to change and have a cigarette.

Lighting it up, I walked into the stall and dropped my lighter in my bag, hanging it up on the hook. I pulled off my leather corset top and put on my plain white bra. Didn't need a bra with the corset. It held my breasts perfectly in place. I unzipped my skirt and took it off, pulling on the cute little lavender dress Robyn had given me for Christmas. Yeah, purple was my favorite color, but I preferred it as an accent with my black leather, like the laces of my corset top.

I pulled off my thigh high leather boots and slipped on some white knee high socks and slid on my sandal heels. There, perfect little good girl. I tucked my stuff away in my bag and headed out, of the stall. Giving myself a once over in the mirror, I butted out the cigarette on the bottom of my shoe and tossed it in the sink. No one would ever know it was me who was smoking. Dozens of kids in the school smoked. I wasn't the only one. Taking a stick of gum out of my bag, I popped it in my mouth and headed out the front doors, not seeing Megan's BMW anywhere. But I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me. There, leaning against the hood of his car like he was Casanova himself, was Dante Frost, one of Wesley's younger brothers. Rolling my eyes, I walked over to him, crossing my arms over my breasts. "Lemme guess, you're my baby sitter today?"

I slid up on the hood of my car, flicking the cigarette I had just got done smoking across the lawn of the school. I was sure someone would find a reason to bitch but at the moment I didn't much care. I had offered to grab Bianca because I knew it would be a way to get her to like me better. For some reason she didn't much care for me. Especially as of late. But even in my ripe old age I couldn't ignore how damn grown up she was becoming these days.

I had tried with Megan. I had tried with Robyn and neither took my bait.. but Bianca... I might get me a Parisi sister after all. I cared about all of them, sure, but I cared more about my penis. And what kinda harm could sex do? None. Especially since I was sure little Miss B wasn't a virgin anymore. Not with her spunky attitude. "Babysitter?" I asked when she came up to me. "I don't play that sorta game, Tutz. But I suppose I could make an exception just this once for you." I hopped down off the hood. "Need a ride or would you rather bitch?"

I looked him over. He was too cocky for his own good. I'd seen how shamelessly he'd tried to bag Robyn. He thought he was "god's gift." If I believed in God, I might actually agree. I'm sure most girls thanked God for him just being alive, but he was just another guy. In fact, the way Megan pushed it, it was like he was my older brother. And incest was wrong, even if there is no blood there.

I walked over to the door, opening it. "Don't you know I could do both?" I climbed up into the vehicle. What was it with men and their cars. The bigger the better, the faster the better. It's like they all had to overcompensate... I smirked at Dante as I shut the door. "Definitely overcompensating," I mumbled.

I raised my eyebrow, walking around and sliding into my SUV. I shut the door and turned to look at Bianca. "Talking to me, baby doll?" I winked, pulled my seat belt on and started up my car. I pulled out, trying to wade through traffic before speeding up some. "Did you have fun at school? Or does that bitch mechanism you got going on keep you from having fun anywhere?"

I looked over at him, glaring him down. "Bitch mechanism? I'm going to forget that you just called me a bitch, and I'm also going to tell you not to to call me baby doll anymore. I'm not your baby doll. Never will be." I turned back, looking forward out of the windshield, crossing my arms over my breasts. There, now he's been shot down by Robyn and me. To bad Meg is married to his older brother. He could hit on her and she could squash him like a bug. She was the oldest of us Parisi sisters. She could shut him down like a pro.

I chuckled. "Cute, anyone ever tell you you were cute when you were being mean?" I gave her a slight smirk, turning left. "Because you are. I like that sass you got going on. Already taking nicely after your big sis I see." Not Robyn of course. She was one of the nicest girls I knew. No, I mean Megan. Who would be proud if she knew her sister could shoot a guy down like a pro.

"Are you talking about Megan? Because she'd kick your ass from here to New Troy if she knew you were talking shit about her." I turned to look at him. "Why did you come pick me up today anyway? What's so important that Megan had to send the fucking bass player to pick me up? Another band? Jackie can't find his ass?" I turned back, looking out the windshield, putting my feet up on his dashboard, bottom of my shoes and everything.

"First off, I wasn't talking shit. That was a compliment. Second off, in my car our feet stay on the floor." I shoved her legs down and smiled before turning again. "Thirdly, I picked you up because I offered and wanted too. Has nothing to do with your sister not being able to be here. I was driving by and offered. What's the big deal? Afraid I might bite? Or afraid you might like it?"

My eyes widened. Yes, I was a little shocked, even though I knew exactly the type guy he was. I tried to play my shock off by asking, "So, you're still trying to get into my pants, huh? How many times does a girl have to turn you down before you get the memo?" I shrugged my shoulders, turning back to look forward. "Then again, I still think you're trying to get into Robyn's pants, so maybe you never get the memo." I turned back to face him, arching my eyebrow. "And in case you didn't notice, I'm jail bait. I am only fifteen, and in case you've forgotten, you're almost out of the teenage years, Mr. Older-Than-Dirt."

"You're cute. Trust me I'm not hitting on you, doll." I laughed. "It's cute you think I am. But I'm not trust me." I was totally hitting on her but no reason to stroke that little fifteen year old ego of hers. "You really think your hot shit huh?"

If he thought for a moment I was going to buy that load of bullshit, he was sorely mistaken. "I am hot shit, and for your information, I know when a guy is hitting on me. I may be fifteen, but I'm not naive." I turned to look at him. "And it's not as though I've never seen you hit on Robyn before. You're a whole lot more subtle with her, most of the time, but I can smell your shit a mile away, Dante Frost."

"You know your usually a lot nicer than this. You on the rag?" I asked, chuckling.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" I inhaled deeply. "You know what? I don't need your charity. You can drop me off at the mall. I'm done with you."

"Done with me?" I raised my eyebrow. "Well since you got your extra bitchy panties on today I guess I will drop your ass off at the mall.."

I smirked over at him. "I think you're just pissed that I shot you down." I smiled proudly at myself. "I'm not giving into your sexual advances, and it's pissing you off. I'm not really this much of a bitch, usually. Somebody's gotta put you in your place though. Robyn won't be doing it anytime soon. She's too nice."

"Nah, it's not about being nice, Robyn wants me she just doesn't know it." I smirked at Bianca, turning toward the street with the mall. "Plus, you shooting me down as you put it doesn't bother me in the slightest I got an ego big enough for twenty more of those. Keep them coming just shows me how bad you really do want me."

I scoffed slightly. "You think I want you?" I had to laugh just a little bit. "I'm a good girl, remember?" I asked, blinking my eyes over at him. "I don't just have sex with a guy because they think they're God's gift. It'll take a whole lot more for you to get into my pants." I crossed one leg over the other, smoothing my dress over my thighs.

"Well, I ain't got time, sweet cakes." I smirked, pulling up in the mall parking lot and parking. "Maybe some other time. You know you won't be able to resist me for long."

I leaned over toward him, smirking slightly. "Maybe you're right," I whispered heavily, placing my hand on his thigh, moving it slowly upward. "But why would I want to kill your record." I stopped just short of running my hand over his dick. "You're never going to bag yourself a Parisi sister." I leaned up closer to him, giving him a hard, rough kiss before pulling back. "Thanks for the ride, Dante."

"I got you right where I want you, doll face." I mumbled, letting my hand move over her neck before pulling away. "If you want another ride you know my number." I smirked at her and leaded back.

We were playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and I knew it. But I wasn't going to let him get into my pants just because he made my stomach feel like it had butterflies flitting around inside it. I gave him a soft glare, shaking my head. "I don't want anything from you, Dante." I smirked, turning and opening the door. "Have a nice day," I told him, sliding out and pulling my bag more onto my shoulder. I winked at him before shutting the door and walking off toward the doors to the mall. I'd look back, but then he'd know for a fact I wanted him, and the truth was, I didn't... Did I?

I watched her ass sway as she walked off. I rolled the passenger side window down. "Later, baby." I said, rolling the window back up and driving off, smirking to myself. I had her already eating off my palms.

And with that, I had to look back, fire burning in my eyes. But was it a fire fueled by anger... or desire? He drove off and I had to sigh heavily to myself. Whether it was anger or desire, nobody called me baby! And he'd hear about it... Like, maybe when I called at one in the morning for him to come pick me up. Megan wouldn't be happy that I was out so late, but I'd blame it on Dante and get away with it.