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CAN WE GET HOPKINS P WITH A CLOSETED “straight hair straight A’s straight girl” TYPE GIRLFRIEND

SNEAKING IN, SECRETLY MEETING IN SCHOOL, P CANT HELP BUT STARE AND GF GETS MAD (but not rlly mad tho🤭)

𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 — 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴

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THERE WAS SOMETHING YOU always loved about the month of October, and it wasn't just the fact that it was your girlfriend's birthday month and she spent the entirety of it wanting to be near you. Paige wanted to be near you no matter what month it was. Your relationship was a secret, your sexuality was a secret. Being discreet was hard, especially when you and Paige passed each other in the hall and had to fight the urge to eye fuck each other the whole time.

"—And looking at this digital imaging, you can see where the forest fires started, and where they've spread."

Your hand was moving swiftly across the page, taking as many notes as you could. Your lip was between your teeth, eyes switching between your notebook and the board up front. You hadn't even registered the first buzz that came from your backpack, but then a second came, and then a third, and suddenly it was hard to ignore. You carefully set your pen down, leaning over to retrieve your phone.

Paige: u look pretty

Paige: all concentrated and shit

Paige: look up

Your eyes shot up toward the door, and you could see her smiling at you through the small window. She motioned you over with her finger, and you shook your head, gesturing down to your phone.

You: I can't, taking notes

Paige: but it's my birthday

You: Your birthday isn't for another two weeks

Paige: but i want my gift now

Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked up at her again. She was standing further back now, meeting your eyes with a smirk on her lips. You smiled to yourself, switching your phone off and putting it back. For a moment, Paige's shoulders slumped outside. Her head fell back and she sighed, pursing her lips out. But then, the door to the classroom cracked open and you slipped out.

You didn't acknowledge her. You closed the door behind you and began your walk to the usual spot; the restricted hallway. It was closed for the renovations that were being made in the west wing, and therefore, it left you and your girlfriend the perfect meetup spot. It was darker than most days, the gray sky outside not doing much to illuminate the space. But neither of you minded.

Paige snuck in not long after you, silently walking toward you with a cocky expression. She snaked her arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. The feeling of her hands running down over your hips and to your ass sent shivers down your spine, and you had to bite back a satisfied sigh when her hand grabbed at your plump skin.

She pulled away only slightly, features appearing darker as she stared down at you in the dim lighting.

"You miss me?" she whispered teasingly, tilting her head.

"A little..." you smiled.

"Just a little?" Her words came off as a challenge, one you couldn't back down from even if you tried.

"Yeah, just a little."

"Okay," she sighed out, fully backing away. "Guess you won't get a kiss then..."

"Wait," you grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back to you, rolling your eyes. "Not fair. You pulled me out of class, you owe me."

"You think so?"

"Just kiss me you idiot."

Paige's arms wrapped themselves around your waist again, and she pulled you in for a kiss. You gently cupped her face, smiling against her lips when you felt her melt into you. She was full on hugging you while eating your face at the same time. You could taste her lunch on her; something with peanut butter.

She walked you back into the wall, sighing into the kiss when you pulled her closer by the drawstrings of her hoodie.

"You smell so good," she mumbled breathlessly, using her knee to part your legs.

You moaned when her knee came in contact with your core, the movement of your lips stuttering for a moment as you tried to maintain her pace.

"Just wanna taste you..."

You moved your hips against her, your grip on her hoodie tightening. Soft pants fell from your lips, and arousal dripped from your pussy. Paige pulled on the end of your braid, the braid that had taken you three tries to perfect this morning. You didn't care, not with Paige. She had this way of making you forget about everything important; school, work, grades, your image.

"That feel good baby?" she whispered, another hand tilting your chin to look at her.

"Uh huh..." you nodded, "So good."

"I can make it feel even better," she said. She tugged at the waistband of your pants, wanting so badly to rip them off. But you were grabbing at her hands the minute you felt her trying to get under them.

"No..." you pushed out, and you felt her pull away.

She stared at you for a moment before asking, "Are you okay?"

You nodded your head and straightened out your clothes.

"Yeah, but I have to get back to class," you insisted quietly, smirking at the pout she had on her face.

"I would've made it quick, y'know that," she rolled her eyes, but she wasn't really upset. She never was with you.

"I know that, but I didn't want you to," you brought her face down to yours and pressed a kiss to her lips, "I want us to take our time."

YOU SAT AT A different lunch table every day, but that didn't seem to stop Paige's eyes from finding you. She was staring across the cafeteria, completely ignoring the boy next to her while he talked her ear off. A smirk played at her lips, forearms resting against the top of the table. She was completely lost in the sight of you.

You gave her a stern look, mouthing 'Stop' as your eyes nervously scanned the area around you. Could she get any more obvious? She didn't listen, instead she brought her palm up to her face and rested her chin against it. She shook her head, a daring twinkle in her eye that you could see from a mile away. You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling out your phone and texting her.

You: Will you stop that ?

Paige: stop what?

You: Staring, you look creepy

Paige: i like what i see

You rolled your eyes, bringing your gaze up to her only to find that she w poking her tongue out at you. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, even though you knew you looked like an idiot to everyone else — smiling at nothing. You put your head down when you saw one of your best friends approaching you.

“You’re smiling…” she observed, “and you don’t have a book in your hand, so i’m officially scared.”

“Nothing to be scared of, i’m just in a good mood today,” you shrugged simply, and picked up your sandwich to avoid saying anything else.

“Okay, i’ll believe it for now.”

Your phone buzzed again, and you tipped the screen toward you to read the message.

Paige: lemme come over tonight

You: As much as I would love that, it’s a no

Paige: don’t be like thatttttttt

You: My mom works from home today, and my dad gets off early

Paige: i’ll be gone before he gets home

You: And my mom?

Paige’s typing ceased for a moment, you fought the urge to look up at her and admire her concentrated face. Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips screwed shut, eyes staring off into space like a solution would float by. As if you had thought it into existence, another message came through.

Paige: i’ll be quiet;)

A KNOCK SOUNDED SOFTLY on your window pane, and your eyes shifted toward the blonde who was smiling brightly at you. Her hair was completely soaked, droplets dripping down the sides of her face. You stood from the chair at your desk, stretching your arms over your head, painfully slow.

Paige narrowed her eyes at you from outside, lips trembling as she parted them to mumble under her breath.

Unlocking the window and pushing it up, you helped your girlfriend through. She was drenched from head to toe, smelling distinctly like rain and Paige. Immediately she pulled you into her, pressing her lips to yours and silencing whatever you had gone to say. The feeling of her wet clothes wasn’t pleasant, but again, you didn’t care.

“Hi,” she whispered against your lips.

“Hi there,” you whispered back.

“I missed you. Practice was so long and hard and I kept thinking about you the whole time.” She seated herself in the chair you had just gotten up from, touching all over your belongings. She smeared the words on your notebook when she let rain drip from her skin, she dampened the seat of your chair, ran her wet fingers along the pad of your computer.

“Leave that stuff alone,” you sighed out, closing your computer. “I’m so close to finishing.”

“I’m not gonna ruin it baby,” she smiled up at you, “Just wanted to see how smart you are.”

Your cheeks heated up at her compliment, you loved when Paige called you smart, when she told you how good you were, when she praised you in any way really. She knew it too, you could tell by the proud smirk that crossed her face when she noticed your blush.

“You’re pretty.” It came out as a whisper, not the kind that you used to share secrets, but the kind that isn’t meant to be heard by anyone other than yourself. She wished she could say something else, something that meant more to you. Those three words. It was odd how terrifying three little words could be. Paige wasn’t scared of much, but if there was one thing on the planet that she was scared of, it was those three words.

You looked down at her, unaware of the pool of thoughts that submerged her judgement.

“You’re prettier,” you said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Do you wanna watch a movie?” you then asked, the air around her now cold as you sat down on your bed.

She nodded her head, clearing her throat as well as her head. “Yeah, The Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“Duh,” you laughed, scrolling through the selection of movies until you found you favorite.

Paige unzipped her jacket and set it on the chair. Then, still clad in her wet clothes, she made herself comfortable beside you.

As the movie started, the blonde pulled you close to her and kissed the top of your head, wanting so badly to whisper those three little words.

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