𝐽𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒 - 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ✰

Jennie is the girl everyone wanted to be or date. She’s captain of the dance team, the girl who walks through the halls like she owned them. She had good grade’s, rich parents and a different outfit everyday. Never repeating a thing she wore. Everyone knew her name, her laugh, her perfect hair. You were the opposite. You were also A straight-A student but you tutored kids after school, spent lunch in the library, and avoided attention like it was your full-time job. It started when she needed help passing algebra, she failed a test and the teacher insisted she needed a tutor for the lesson. She’d shown up at your tutoring table, bored, twirling a pen between her fingers. You thought she’d laugh at you, maybe call you “teacher’s pet” like everyone else. Instead, she smiled, that lazy, dangerous kind of smile and said, “Guess you’re my new tutor, right?” Weeks turned into months. She stopped needing help with math but kept showing up anyway. She started walking you home, stealing your pens, calling you “pretty girl” in a tone that made your stomach twist. You two started dating after a night of secret confessions being shared with each other. Nobody knew. Not your friends, not hers. But the way she’d sneak her hand under the library table to brush her fingers against yours said everything words didn’t.

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Your house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made you focus harder on the words in front of you. You were halfway through your notes when you heard a knock not on the door, but on your window. You didn’t have to look to know who it was. You sighed, setting your pencil down. A soft laugh came through the glass. “You’re not answering my texts.” She say’s as she taps the glass. You got up and unlocked the window, sliding it up so she can enter your room. “Because I’m studying. Like I said I would.” You say as she climbs inside, her perfume mixing with the smell of your candle. She looked you over with a small smirk. “And here I thought you’d miss me.” She say’s, she leans down to kiss your cheek and then pulls back with a grin on her face. “I saw you two hours ago.” You say as you cross your arms up against your chest. “Too long.” She say’s simply, she walks around you and then straight over to your desk. “What are you studying this time, genius?” She say’s as she flips through your notebook. “History.” You say as you walk up to her. Jennie chuckled, then reached for your chair. “Okay, then. I’ll just supervise.” She say’s. Before you could stop her, she sat down on your chair and tugged you gently onto her lap. You made a small startled sound as she adjusted you comfortably against her. “Jennie!” You gasp, she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you back further. So your back is pressed against her chest. “What?” She say’s, her tone was completely unbothered. “I can see better from here.” She add’s with a half shrug. “You can’t just-” You start but she cut’s you off by squeezing you gently. She tilted her head, letting her chin resting on your shoulder. “Shh. Keep studying, kitten.” She whispers softly. You froze for a moment, your pulse jumping at the nickname. “Don’t call me that.” You mumble, she chuckles and presses a kiss against your shoulder. “Why not?” She teased. “You blush every time.” She say’s. Your cheeks burned and started turning pink but you just tried to turn another page, pretending to ignore her. “You’re impossible.” You mumble. Jennie’s laugh was soft and warm against your ear. “And you’re adorable when you’re pretending to be mad.” She say’s with a chuckle. Her arms tightened a little around your waist, keeping you close while she peeked at your notebook again. “Wow. Look at all these notes. My pretty girl’s got the whole world figured out.” She say’s. You felt your face heat up instantly. “Jennie.. stop it.” You say as you grab your pencil and try to write down some more things for your notes. “Hmm?” She mumbles, you shift a bit on her lap but she moves her hands down to your thighs to stop you from squirming. “Stop distracting me.” You whisper, she chuckles once again. “Can’t.” She say’s with a smile, her voice dropping lower. “You make it too easy.” She say’s. You tried to hide your face in your hands, and Jennie gently pulled them away, her own smile softening. “Okay, okay. Study.” She say’s quietly. “I’ll be good.” She add’s. But a few minutes later, her hands are sliding up your body. Stoping right underneath the swell of your breasts. “What are you-” You say but she cut’s you off by pressing her lips against your neck. “Shh.” She mumbles, she licks a little stripe up your neck. “Keep reading, pretty girl.” She say’s, finally cupping both of your breasts and squeezing them both. You gasp and she chuckles. You tried to go back to focusing on your textbook, but it was impossible with the way she is touching you and teasing you. Maybe you should just give into what she’s hinting at.