The beginning of school was the best part of his day. There were so many girls around it was unreal. It never ceased to amaze him the range there were in one community. He was a child in a sweet shop.
Isabelle appeared in the middle of the crowd, and his face fell slightly. She was stunning, it was true, with long, silky blonde hair and an incredible figure. But she never let him fully appreciate these things. He hated that.
As his girlfriend, it was her job to make him happy.
The sour look on his face was noticed by Isabelle, and she frowned at him as they met at his locker.
"What's the matter with you?" she whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He touch sent sparks across his entire body. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
He closed his eyes and drew a shuddering breath.
"Yes." He hissed. "In more ways than one."
Switching from one face to another, the sour look settled upon Isabelle's flawless features as it dawned on her what he meant. She pulled away from him.
"You're not exactly making this any easier, you know." she scolded. "We aren't really a couple." She moved further still away as he took a step forward. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back into his embrace, crushing her to his chest.
She didn't struggle; it was all a part of the charade. He kissed the underside of her jaw softly, and let her go. There was an innocent smile playing at the edges of his lips.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Isabelle smiled playfully, but there was no smile in her voice.
"Do. Not. Ever. Touch me like that again." She spat. "Understand me?" There was a fury in her voice, but it didn't compare to anything Caitlyn was capable of.
Briefly, he wished he was with her, rather than Isabelle. She was much more willing. He shrugged at Isabelle, and went to try and find her. There was only one place Caitlyn would be at this time of the morning.
He quickly discovered her preening herself at her locker. He slapped her subtly on the behind, and she didn't even flinch.
He often thought about how Caitlyn never seemed suprised by anything. It struck him that not only was she a goddess, she was also pretty smart too. She was his Venus.
Evan never tried to make conversation with her,and she would not seek to start one with him until she was good and ready. He lounged against another locker until that moment came, watching her.
When eventually she had perfected what seemed to Evan to be an already gorgeous face, she turned to him and smiled dazzlingly.
"And what can I do you for today?" She said sweetly. He was almost suprised at her good mood. Shrugging again, he grinned at her. She continued to wait politely for his answer.
"Oh... nothing really. I just needed to get away from Isabelle for a while. She's driving me insane." His smiling stupour disappeared, to be replaced with a frown.
Caitlyn turned around and began to walk. A tiny flick of her wrist was all the confirmation he needed to follow.
Again, they were silent; Evan knew Caitlyn was not one for talking unless it was on her own terms. He became very aware of what would happen next; sparks and jolts of electricity filled the seemingly humid air.
He licked his lips in anticipation, and soon they were back at the same old disused classroom. Staring at her as she bent to place a small brass key into the lock, he felt he couldn't wait any longer. Images flashed before his eyes, and he followed her through the decrepid door.
She stood herself in the middle of the room, and as he put his hands around her waist, she leant up and bit his lip. Laughing breathlessly, Evan kissed her deeply, trying to convey his wants in a single moment. Caitlyn seemed to understand, and kissed him back.
The hairs on his neck stood up on end as she ran her slender hands up his forearm, and he gasped as she dug her nails into his shoulders.
In return, he pulled her closer to him, picked her up, and set her down on a dusky desk. She shuffled backward and he climbed up too.
There was a firework display going off in his mind, but he loved it. He lived for those fireworks, whizzing around in a spectrum of colours he couldn't consciously place. He could feel every single part of his body, and realised he was completely aware of each part of her body, too.
A crash rattled through the walls as the bell went for first period. A hoard of children, laughing and shouting, stampeded down the corridors.
Evan groaned in complaint as Caitlyn broke off the kiss and sat up straight, readjusting herself. Somehow, he'd managed to get her shirt undone. She was breathing heavily, and he noticed that he had been unaffected. It felt nice to know that in some ways, he could control her for a change.
"We have to go?" he muttered.
"We have to go." she repeated, an order this time.
He sighed, and hopped off of the desk, picking the key up from the floor as he landed. Listening intently for a couple of seconds, he opened the door and stood aside to let her leave.
She snatched the key out of his hand as she stalked past.