It bothers me that the only reason keeping me from getting ninjago merch or enjoying the show/movie in general is the whole, “Are you a boy/ but you’re a girl, why do you like it?"question. Why can’t a girl just watch them ninjas go? I, a 15 year old girl, should not be judged for watching Lego ninjas go.
Will that hot guy ever look at me the way he is looking at my friend?
Will I ever be confident enough to call myself beautiful?
Will I even be good enough to have a boyfriend?
Will I ever be pretty enough for a guy to give me a second look?
Will I ever be able to say out loud that a hit boy is checking me out?
Will I ever be cute enough to not just be called cute but sexy too?
Will any boy ever like me enough to date me?
Will my guy friends ever see me as a girl?
Will people ever stop judging me for being ugly?
Author’s note: I managed to finish this! It only needed some small add-ons and checking here and there, so even though I had no time today this afternoon, I still managed to post it in the evening, woohooo!! (And I still have to study, meh.) It probably turned out a bit awkward, haha – also, I think you will hate me juuuust a little bit for the ending. This is more special now, because a sweet Law major Anon has sent me a message here to let me know how much she likes Lawful Tease, and I promised her to try and publish part 4 asap. Here it is, I hope it was worth the long wait c:
have to admit that the last lesson with her was a disaster. She was
smart and quirky as always, cute in her own way, looked gorgeous and
enticing – too much, even.
I thought that if I manage to find her and figure out her identity,
I’ll be able to finally forget about her.
how wrong I was.
my mind won’t quit bombarding me with any
kind of thought that is relatable to her – and what’s worse,
those thoughts now include some which I would much rather ignore for
my and her sake.
is my last lecture for today, and I can’t help perking up whenever
that damn door opens or closes and someone either leaves or arrives.
It takes me an extra dose of willpower to be able to focus on what
I’m talking about. Apparently she’s still giving me hardship
teaching, although now my situation has improved so I don’t get
bored when there is no one to answer me or come up with a witty
response to my questions.
the class ends, and I explain some things to pupils who come to me to
ask about the actual
and not my personal life, I head to the absent professor’s office.
I fall into the chair with an exasperated sigh and stare out of the
window, which shows the entrance of the building of Faculty of Law.
eyes wander on the outdoors, scanning the students and secretly
wishing she would show up – I haven’t seen her for over a week,
and it’s killing me. I’m not the type to leave things unresolved,
the tension we have between us just further adding to my frustration.
Even if we don’t talk to each other ever again, I still want to
explain my demeanour to her. My fingers curl into firm fists as I
recall the way my body acted on its own in such a close proximity to
scent engulfed me, the apparent smoothness of her lips entranced me,
the soft noise she made when her butt hit the edge of the desk, the
warmth of her body under my palms, the way she stared into my eyes,
her pupils dilated, looking just barely scared and more like she was
for it at least as much as me…
stand with a groan. I have to keep my thoughts away from her,
otherwise I’m going to go nuts.
snatch my phone from the desk and dial Erica’s number to tell her
to give me a heads-up about my agenda. I don’t need it, I know I
only have to attend one dinner tonight with the judge and the coroner
of my latest case, but I need a freaking distraction.
o O o .
Tuesday next week, I deliberately go to the Faculty of Psychology.
I’ve been waiting impatiently to finally have a chance to talk to
her, not wanting her to think I’m the kind of guy who takes
advantage of women. I want – need
– her to know that.
the past days, I made a little research to find out her full name and
which semester she’s taking at the moment. There were a total of
seven (Y/N)s in the student database of the Psychology department.
Thankfully, they have pictures attached to the profiles of the
pupils, so it wasn’t hard to find her among the seven records. This
way I also have access to her timetable, which makes it a thousand
times easier for me to bump into her again accidentally
on the corridors of the university. My mind is accusing me on end of
stalker behaviour, but I justify it with the fact that I have no
other choice if I want to have a last talk with her.
now, I’m in the building of her faculty. It doesn’t take too long
for me to glimpse her among the sea of people. I start walking
towards her, but she notices me, too – and then she turns and
hurtles her way through the crowd, heading in the opposite direction,
practically escaping from me. It equally hurts and infuriates me.
accelerate my steps to try and come level with her, but the people
around me don’t make it easy for me – especially because a girl
stops me by grabbing my arm.
you Derek Hale?” she asks, awed. I’m stretching and craning my
neck to find her again, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem
to spot her. I look back at the girl who made me stop, and judging by
the puzzled expression her face morphs into, my fury is showing on my
o O o .
get to meet her nearly two weeks later. There’s a downpour washing
over the town – it’s been raining for about twenty minutes, the
water flowing on the streets like shallow rivers, and occasionally
the drops are so thick and raging that they look like a waving
transparent curtain. I’m on my way out of the institute, about to
head home to go through the files of my case once more for tomorrow’s
hearing, when I glimpse someone running on the street. I wouldn’t
spare two glances at the girl if her figure wasn’t so familiar.
jerk to a halt with my Camaro.
several seconds, only the wiper arms commuting back and forth on the
windshield are the only things that move in the car, otherwise I feel
like time has stopped for me. I shake myself awake, then start my car
again, slowly approaching her. I roll down the window on the right so
that I can talk to her.
I say, hoping she will hear my voice over the rain. Her walking
falters and she turns to see who called out. As soon as her eyes land
on me, she continues on her way like she didn’t even see me.
However, I don’t budge, and keep following her with the car slowly.
“You’re soaking wet.”
perceptive of you,” she spits back. I ignore the disdain in her
in, I’ll give you a ride home,” I offer. I don’t miss the way
her body spasms, contemplating it momentarily. She still refuses,
deal, but thanks,” she says sternly. I won’t have it.
going to catch a cold,” I point out, making her stop finally. “And
your clothes are see-through now.” Even the tips of her ears go
red, and I have to suppress my smile at the sight. I unlock the door
for her, and she hops in, letting an exasperated sigh escape from her
lips. No wonder why I win all of my cases – I always know what to
you won,” she says, avoiding looking at me, presumably because
she’s overly self-conscious about her bra being available. I take
off from the sidewalk, maintaining a slow pace on the wet pavement.
“Thank you,” she says eventually, hardly audible.
welcome,” I nod, turning to the left towards the crossroads. Once
there, I stop at the red lamp. I can’t help but my eyes travel over
to her body, skin still flushed with pearls of raindrops flowing
down, collecting in the dip under her neck, the tee she’s wearing
sticking to her collarbones and general shape, the dripping material
leaving nothing to the imagination – it not only allows me to see
her navel, but also every single part of the lace that adorns her
lingerie. Her heart is beating wildly.
mouth falls open, and I completely forget about where I am until
someone honks behind me impatiently. I clear my throat, taking off
from there. Save for the heavy knocking on the exterior of my Camaro,
there is silence between us; it’s only broken when I speak up.
I begin, feeling abruptly awkward. She turns away from the window to
look in my general direction, albeit never quite finding my face, not
daring to glance higher than my shoulders. “I’ve been meaning to
talk to you.”
nods, then asks, “About?” like she could possibly be clueless of
what happened after my latest lecture.” Her cheeks heat up once
more. “I want you to know that…” I contemplate what to say. I
don’t want her to think I find her unattractive or that I want to
take advantage of her. How does one convey they temporarily lost
control of themselves and just gave in to their desires? So much for
the ‘not wanting to take advantage’ part of my speech… I take a
deep breath to ground myself. I try again. “I want you to know that
I don’t normally do this. I don’t take advantage of women.”
nods in acknowledgement.
is all she replies with. It tenses me up more, and my knuckles go
white as I grip the stirring wheel. She doesn’t push to ask why it
happened then, which I’m grateful for.
started avoiding me altogether,” I continue.
I’ve – I’ve been busy lately,” she explains. To my biggest
relief, she asks, “And how are your lectures?”
I answer, easing up a bit, my muscles uncoiling as the rigid tension
seeps out of them a tad. “But they are not nearly as interesting
compared to the ones where I had someone to talk to.”
involuntarily smiles at that, lifting my spirits. “What happened to
the professor, though? He seems to be absent a lot.”
was involved in an accident, and among many bones, even his jaw got
she says, and I couldn’t agree more.
a long debate with myself, I end up asking, “May I buy you another
hot chocolate?” She gives me an equally surprised and confused
look, so I proceed to explain. “You left yours on the desk.”
she bites her lip. Tearing my eyes away from her mouth, I force
myself to check the rearview mirror instead. My nervousness wells up
in me again as I’m waiting for her answer. Maybe I shouldn’t have
asked, maybe it was too much and I ruined all my chances to – “All
right,” she says finally. It’s a near call that a wide grin
stretches to my face, but I manage to school my features before that
already opening my mouth to say something else, but my phone goes
off. I take my hand away from the clutch to hold it out towards her
as I say, “Could you give it to me? It’s in the pocket of my
suit.” I hung it on the back of the passenger seat after sitting in
– it got a bit wet in the short time between closing my umbrella
and jumping in.
moves to feel for the device, then hands it over to me without
sparing a glance at the caller ID. Her fingers are still cold when
they brush against my skin, making me want to warm her up. I keep
watching her as she’s looking through the window on the side, but
then I tear my eyes away from her to pay attention to driving. I
accept the call.
I say, tone monotone and business-like.
I leave my folder at yours yesterday? I need it for the court in half
an hour. Can I go over to get it?”
I answer, ending the call. I look over at (Y/N) again. “I have to
go home. Someone left his papers at mine, and he needs them in
thirty. That okay?”
I’m taking her to my flat, and that’s that. And I’m not
freaking out over it.
Is it bad that Ive slept with different guys and didn't stick to one?
Baby, NO! If you wanna pop your pussy severely, bITCH you go ahead & pop that pussy. It ain’t nobody’s business but yours & God’s. AND, If you wanna pop your pussy just for one nigga at a time, BITCH YOU POP THAT PUSSY.
That STILL ain’t nobody’s damn business, but YOURS.
And, make sure you’re poppin’ that shit good as fuck. Make that nigga crave you every minute of every day. Make that nigga be on you heavy. It’s scientific facts that it’s okay to be sexual. This is facts. Facts I just made. Because, I’m a scientist. So, pop those pussies all you want. Shit.
Lmao, y’all don’t mind me man. Just stop judging girls that choose to ride multiple dicks, they can do what they want.
Bitch, be a thot if you want to. POP THAT PUSSSSSY GIRL.
Just, make sure you visit a doctor & always use protection. We don’t need your lil kitty gettin’ the sniffles.