Mistress of black

"You have american history as your last class," Jason told her as they left Maths class.

"You me?" She asked.

"No, I have Ap Geography, and considering what happened yesterday I can't ask you to go to Mason, so I guess you will be alone for this class," Jason explained.

"Me no. Laugh come you," Ayla disagreed.

"You can't come with me and neither can I you we have a different schedule," Jason said.

"Don't worry I have American history too," Sam interrupted as she joined their walk.

"Um..hey Sam..Samantha," Jason stuttered.

"Sam is just fine. Don't worry immediately after class I will get her to you," Sam told him as she pulled Ayla with her.

"Oh okay," a flustered Jason muttered after the girls before heading down the hall for his geography class.

"Hurry Ayla we can't be late, Mr Ross is very strict and he might give us detention if we are late " Sam told her friend as she pulled her quickly so that they could make it to the other side of school where the class was located.

"Me hurry too," Ayla replied as she speed up to match Sam's speed.

They got to class just seconds before the bell sounded and with that Mr. Ross locked the door after them.

"We are very lucky we got here on time,"Sam sighed as they took unoccupied sits at the back of the class.

"He hot," Ayla mumbled unable to tear her eyes from the six foot giant that caught her eyes the second she entered.

Following her line of sight, Sam knew who see was looking at.

"I know and glad to see you are picking up words quite fast," Sam just chuckled looking at her friend's expression.

******

"Well well if it isn't the mistress of black," an annoying voice sound from behind her.

"What do you want," she grumbled.

"Is that anyway to talk to the man of your dreams?" He snorted as he leaned on the wall behind her.

"And since when did you start reading people's dreams?" She turned and glared at him.

"Skipping class are we?" He asked ignoring her question.

"Leave me alone," she sighed before turning back to her art.

"Don't be like that Diana," the guy pouted as he leaned on her shoulder to have a better view at what she was drawing.

"Don't you have friends you can go annoy, Kevin?" Diana asked irritated by the distance.

"Sadly not. Mason is busy screwing  you know who and Austin and Gregory are smoking and I don't feel like attending class," Kevin replied.

"And you think that gives you the right to come annoy me?" Diana asked extremely exasperated.

"It does," he all but smirked at her.

Sighing Diana choose to ignore his presence completely, which was not an easy fit.

Kevin just leaned back on the wall behind her and watched her draw.

They had been neighbors since they were young, played together, did everything together. They were like the three musketeers. Sam, Diana and him were always up to some kind of mischief. But all that changed when  they hit highschool, and Diana got into a relationship with Mason, his best friend.

He should have been happy for them, that the found love, but no he was anything but happy for them. How could he and Diana has always been the one for him. He liked her when he was four years old and Diana's family had just moved into the neighborhood and he saw her, in a pink dress, glitters on her bow that held her chestnut hair up and sparkly white shoes, getting out of the car.

He hated that she was dating someone else and not him, and that got him hating her,always arguing with her when she was in the vicinity of him. And even after Diana and Mason broke up, they still never got along.

Meanwhile, Diana was trying her best to concentrate on her art but how could she was he was mere feet behind her. He got her very conscious of her actions and her face burned red as a memory snuck up on her.

*****

FLASHBACK

"I want my own room," Sam suddenly started as they were having dinner.

"Why?" Her mother asked.

"Diana snores like a lion with a cold I can't take it anymore," Sam grumbled.

"Lies. I don't snore. You are the one with the bad habit of leaving your wet towel on the bed and not to mention you are a blanket hogger," Diana shot back immediately.

"Stupid, idiot am the one who always cleans up your mess-," Sam started before she was interrupted.

"No need to start a fight at the dinner table. One of you can take the room at the end of the hall after cleaning it up," their father told them.

"Not me," Sam called out quickly making Diana grumble.

"Don't worry baby i will help you clean it up," their mother said to a very sullen Diana.

"Fine but you are the one doing the dishes,"Diana sighed as she got up and headed to what would be her new room.

The room had never been in use, thus they stored all kinds of things they didn't use.

The room overlooked the Kingston's house.

She was just roaming around the room when she noticed a figure  moving about in the room directly to hers in the Kingston's house.

Moving closer to her window, she noted it was a just showered Kevin.

He was pacing about the room talking on the phone draped in just a towel that seemed to hang low on his waist giving her a view of the his well defined v-shape that glistened with drops of water that sourced from his wet hair, flowing down his broad curved chest and disappearing into his towel. Just watching how his muscle rippled as he moved got her swallowing her saliva hard.

The hypnotic state she was in was only broken when her mother entered the room and called for to help move the boxes out of the room.

*****

Despite being weeks after that incident she still hasn't forgotten and every time she sees him she can't help but remember that ungodly site she was subjected to.