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so seductively that it made my insides boil. I
got up out of my front row seat and sauntered to the back of the
room. My eyes fixed hungrily on the rise and fall of her chest,
barely noticeable through her tightly knit green sweater. She never
looked up as I plopped myself in the empty desk beside her.
“Hey, Jo Jo,” I said softly and as
innocently as my nerves would allow.
Her gaze stayed transfixed on the stack of
loose papers spread out across her desk, but I did not digress.
Women were my forte, after all.
I let out a long thoughtful sigh as I
reached out my hand, removing the pencil from her grip. I held it
tight in my fingers, so intoxicated by holding something of hers
that I almost lost focus. She looked up from her busy work,
slightly aggravated, but not overly annoyed. She was out of my
reach, but I kept pushing forward.
“Jo Jo, your eyes are as sweet as
summertime honey, but a girl like you probably already knows that,
right?” I grinned sweetly.
“What do you want, JJ?” she asked
cautiously. I could tell despite our encounter on the front lawn
before, she was still unsure of me. I tried to think fast as to how
to break through this wall, but came up short. I regressed back to
old tried and true methods, thinking perhaps with a little more
force she'll just melt like the others.
“Just time with you, Baby. Isn't that what
any self-respecting man would want? Time with the most beautiful
girl in the room?” I gave her my best come hither look as the same
old bullshit rolled smoothly off my tongue.
She leaned in close to me, her coconut
shampoo swirling around my head, leaving me utterly
breathless.
“Your crappy pick up lines don't work on
every girl. Especially not this one,” she said bluntly. I wasn't
surprised, somehow, I knew it would take more effort to gain her
trust than it had for the cheap wannabe's I was used to dealing
with.
“Pick up lines? Why, Joanna Fairley, I am
deeply offended. I want nothing more than to spend a little time
with you,” I declared, placing an exaggerated hand over my heart,
“Scout's honor,” I winked.
She huffed loudly and rolled her eyes.
Damn, this really wasn't easy.
“You and me, Babe. Two against the world.
Come on, what do you say? We were made for each other,” I winked
again, smoothing back my hair, trying to keep my nerves in check as
I blew her a kiss. I eased back in the chair of my new found seat
and prayed something would click in her as it did in me. I needed
some kind of sign before I lost my mind. I watched her cover her
mouth, and was sure she was hiding a smile. Maybe this egg was
beginning to crack! My heart was leaping as she leaned even closer
to me, dangerously close.
A warm smile spread across her face as she
started to speak, “ Dear, sweet JJ,” she began.
    This is it, I told myself with intense excitement. I was
beginning to think I was going crazy.
“Although I'm sure you are just the
highlight of some other bimbos lives, you are not, nor will you
ever be mine. I suggest you take your weak ass swagger somewhere
else. I hear the girls you usually date are willing to accept
credit cards these days. Maybe Daddy can buy you a new girlfriend.
Although, it might cost you extra to include that big ego of
yours,” she finished her speech with an arrogant smile.
    I was more than taken
aback by this hurtful declaration. She hadn't even given me a
chance before throwing me under the bus. Who the fuck did she think she was? Here I am pouring my best out to her and she scoffs at it
like she's better than me!
You are not better than
me!
    My heart grew desperate
and angry. Deep impenetrable rage bubbled and raced down to the
tips of my fingers, forcing them to curl and snarl into tight
fists. I stood up without thinking and grabbed the edges of her
desk, clenching the fake wood angrily in my hands, envisioning them
encompassed around her throat. My eyes bore into hers, searching
for some kind of explanation. Was she serious? I started to wonder
if