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Roman was right that no one was home. As soon as I stepped into his house, my footsteps echoed, and I knew that whatever happened next, we had the whole house to do and say whatever we wanted.

The door closing behind me made me alert of his presence, but I stood with my back facing him. My heart pounded against my chest as his footsteps got closer and soon his hand brushed away the strands of hair, exposing my neck. His hot breath fanned my skin, flutters exploded all around my body as I waited for him. Kisses trailed up my neck, passion flowing from each touch as his hands glided down the sides of my breasts before grabbing them in his hands, kneading them softly. I fell back into him and let out a low moan.

"That feels good." I praised, closing my eyes as my body melted to his touch. His tongue swirled behind my ear and his lips kissed the shell of it before whispering.

"I want to try something new." One of his hands came off my breasts and down to my ass, squeezing it lighting before massaging one cheek in his palm.

"New, hmm?" I bit my lip and smiled, trying to refrain my moans. "Well, you know I'm the best teacher in town." his lips formed a smile against my neck.

"Are you now?" he teased, and I let out a small yelped as playfully bit my neck. I turned around so our lips were centimetres apart.

"Haven't you heard?" I whispered lowly. "I can make the boys..." I grabbed his erection through his jeans and his breath hitched so hard it became a small groan. "Fall to their knees in seconds." My lips were practically touching his and my pulse escalated to an insane speed. "Now are you going to be a good boy and listen to me, Roman?" I taunted and began to undo his jeans and slipped my hand inside his boxing, taking his throbbing cock in my hand and slowly pumped him teasingly.

"Shit." He groaned and closed his eyes, pleasure taking over his body.

"You're already so hard." I murmured and held my breath. His hands buried into my head and pulled my head back, his lips crashed to mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I let myself melt into his touch again and even though I was supposed to be the one in charge, he could easily control my body with a single touch.

He lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist and in no time, he was carrying me up the stairs. I kept pumping him, wanting to feel his groans vibrate against my lips. The hardness of his erection scorched my hand, and I swirled my thumb against the slit to collect the liquid already dripping down.

Once we made it to his room, we kicked off both of our shoes and he placed me down on the bed and crawled on top of me, pulling up and off my hoodie, fumbling with the clasps of my bra as he unhooked it and slipped it off me. His lips met the small, peaked pebbles of my nipples and sucked, biting softly to make my back arch into him.

I used my feet to kick off his already unzipped jeans and used my hands to pull down his boxers. My hands pulled away his jacket as his erection pressed against my stomach.

The feeling of his fingers climbing into my leggings sent shocks waves across my body before he found his way under my underwear and began circling my clit with his fingers.

"Fuck, you do that so well." I moaned as his tongue swirled around my nipple. I grabbed his cock and began to pump him but this time faster, feeling his chest heave rapidly under his hoodie. Not being able to bear the barrier between us, I pulled at the hem trying to get it off. Seeing my struggled, he pulled away and lifted it off from the back immediately returning his lips to my mouth.

"What... Do you want... to try?" I gasped between moans when his fingers slipped back into my leggings to play with me more.

Roman flipped us around so I was on top and I hastily took off my leggings and underwear. Now we were both naked and completely aroused, so much so my wetness slipped down my thighs as my pussy yearned for his touch. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, grinding my core up and down his cock, coating it in my juices.

"I... I don't know what to do so I-I need you to help me." He suddenly became nervous. I loved seeing shy and nervous Roman because even though he was getting the hang of sex, he wasn't afraid to be vulnerable about it around me.

"It's okay." I assured him and I rested my forehead on his, "Just tell me what you want."

He took in a shaky breath before saying, "I want to pleasure you."

"You're already great enough at that." I chuckled trying to lift off his tension.

"Whilst you pleasure me." He finally said. Oh... he wanted to do that. In all fairness, I had only done that a few times in my wonderous sex life, but I would happily teach Roman exactly what to do.

"Okay." I smiled softly. "Lie back for me." I lightly commanded. He shifted down the bed, taking me with him and lied back nervously. I climbed off him and turned around, so my thighs rested either side of his face. God, why was this so hot?

"Sorry if I do this wrong." He further apologised, pulling at my heart strings.

"You can't do this wrong, Roman. I like everything you do." And I was telling the truth. His breath tickled my thighs and I mixture of a gasp and moan let my lips as his mouth met my core.

"Fuck..." I cursed under my breath. His tongue circled my clit, flicking it at a torturing pace. Trying to regain balance and control, I arched my back and lowered my mouth down to his cock. It was pulsing with need and I brushed my hair out of my face as I wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue on the slit, collecting the precum.

His groan vibrated my insides as I took him further in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat. His tongue flicked my clit faster, the sound of his actions turning me on even more andI moaned hard around him causing him to grunt as a response. Jesus Christ.

I replaced my mouth with my hands and pumped his fast. "Ah, like that." I moaned, closing my eyes tight feeling a coil build in my stomach pulsing with extreme pleasure. Roman used his hands to spread my thighs further and toyed his fingers around the wetness seeping from my entrance.

I leaned back down to take him in my mouth, dragging my fingers over his balls.

"Sienna..." he groaned and slowly thrust two of his fingers inside of me. The action caused a shock wave all around my body and my moans increased to cries.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried in harsh pants as his fingers thrust in and out so slowly it was torture.

I wrapped my hands around whatever my mouth couldn't take and pumped him furiously as his fingers and mouth deliciously tormented my body into a sensory overdrive of euphoria.

His fingers curled inside of me and hit that perfect spot, doing a 'come hither' movement. I pulled my mouth away from him and whimpered at the heavenly sensation.

"Shhh..." he soothed, rubbing one of his thumbs softly at the inner of my thigh. "I've got you." He then placed his mouth back on my clit to suck.

"Ah!" I cried and tried to focus back on pumping his cock with both hands. "So good..." The sentence mewed at the back of my throat.

The sensation grew and soon my body combusted with crashes of euphoric pleasure as my climax hit. I cried his name so much I felt it burn on my tongue and my hands pumped his harder, begging for his climax.

A minute or so after mine, he came, and I watched the thick ropes of his c um spurt down his cock. Without hesitation, I leant down and licked him base to tip before taking him in my mouth and sucked off his seed.

"Fuuuck." Roman sighed heavily underneath me as I came back up and wiped my mouth. He placed a gentle kiss at my centre, making me shiver before he lifted me off him so I rested on his chest.

My whole body felt exhausted as I stared up at the ceiling, listening to his rapid heartbeat, feeling my own hammer away, hearing them merge in time, and I smiled to myself. "I fucking love 'Roman Day'."

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I sat at lunch with Rya the next day, picking at a turkey sandwich and fries. Roman had dropped me back home an hour or so after our... extravaganza and I still couldn't quite believe that whole day had happened. I got some looks from my mom when I arrived for dinner and as much as I tried to ignore them, I knew what she was thinking.

My parents were always cool with me having sex, they were cool with my going to parties and drinking. You see, my mom had this parenting technique that if I felt comfortable talking to her about these things, she could give me advice and make sure I'd do them safely. She knew if she was too strict, I'd do them behind her back and mess it all up, so she'd rather I had a support to come to for guidance which was her.

She didn't exactly ask me if Roman and I were having sex because I was sure they knew but I knew what questions lingered in her mind. What were we? Even though I wouldn't class my mom as strict, she still liked to know what was going on in my life. I always wanted to make them proud, they had chosen me to look after, chosen me to give a wonderful life to and I wanted to show them that I was worth it. That was why I didn't tell them about me failing or this whole agreement between Roman and I. I feared disappointment. My parents had done so much for me I was scared that I would let them down.

I told her that Roman and I were friends and she left it even though I could tell that she wanted to ask for more.

"What d'you think of this one?" Rya held up her phone to show me a dress. It was a pink chiffon dress that fell just above the knee. It was cute.

"That's cute." I replied.

She sighed, "Yeah, I don't know about the colour though, I wore pink to last year's Spring Fling." I remembered the dress. It was a baby pink that fell to her knees but had a train at the back and crystal flowers were sewn into the sweetheart neckline to add that extra bit of sparkle. She was a knockout to say the least and I could name hundreds of boys that wanted to take her home, but Rya left single to finish a homework assignment she had due the next day. Typical her, I laughed in my head.

"Where is it from?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You know the designer friend my momma has in Paris?" I nodded in response. Her name was Rosalie and she owned one of the best boutiques in all of Paris. She even made my Junior Prom dress as a late birthday present from Rya's family.

"Well, she's offered to make my dress for the Spring Fling and Prom and has sent me some of her new designs. I just don't know which one to pick." She rested her chin on her fist.

"You should go with blue; it'll bring out your eyes." I told her. Rya had the deepest, most enchanting blue eyes. They were dark like sapphires lost at the bottom of the ocean and as much as you tried to look away from them, you couldn't. I hated her for it. It was the classic jealously that I tried so hard to not let get in the way of her friendship. No one can help the way they look, and it was horribly wrong to hate someone for it. Yet, she was perfect. There wasn't a thing about her that didn't scream angelic. However, I didn't know if she knew just about beautiful she truly was.

"You're a fashion goddess!" she praised and grinned back at her phone. "Speaking of Prom though, looks like posters are already going up." She pointed to the janitors sticking posters to the cafeteria walls.

"We haven't even had the Spring Fling yet and people are already prepping from Prom?" I chuckled to myself.

"Can you blame them? Prom is our final hoorah. Everyone wants to go out with a bang. Have you checked the Prom Queen running yet?" shit, Prom Queen. I always thought id be biting down on my nails at this time, but it had slipped my mind completely. Yet, as much as it fit the cliche, I so wanted to be Prom Queen. Not because of my image, but because my mom was Prom Queen. Easy to believe, I know. With her fun and loving personality mixed with her killer looks, she fit the title perfectly.

I turned to Nikki who sat a couple of seats away from me, "D'you know if the Prom Queen running is up yet?" I asked. Nikki hasn't been a problem since Rya and I put her in her place last week, she even came to apologise a few days later.

"It went up this morning, I'm just going to check." She replied, flicking through her phone. I waited nervously as she went on our school's Instagram and clicked the latest post. "Here, the top Prom Queen runners are.... Sienna Callum, Alyse Mitchell, Nikki Saxon, and... Leah Kingston?" hold the fuck up. I turned to Rya who's eyes were popping out of her head. Leah Kingston? Oh, this had to be some joke! The running was how it was as usual. I always got nominated for obvious reasons, Alyse did for being head cheerleader, Nikki because she's the Vice Principle's daughter, but Leah? This had to be another sort of her sick payback.

"Why the hell is she on there?" Nikki demanded to know, as shocked as we were. I couldn't blame her. I always won the queen of the dance, but our school also crowned princesses too, and it was always a race between Nikki and Alyse to see who'd get the princess. With Leah in the mix, given her new status as Adam's girlfriend and her fake sweet innocence, she placed a threat to her, but I had a feeling this wasn't a threat to Nikki, this was supposed to be a threat to me. The final showdown. Who gets Prom Queen? Who leaves the school with the ultimate legacy? Jesus, could this get anymore cliché?

"She's Adam's girlfriend." Rya sighed. "Literally the most popular guy in school, of course she'd get nominated."

"Urgh, this is a nightmare! Her name doesn't even belong in the same sentence as us! She's a practical nobody!" as much as Nikki and I clashed, she was kind of right. Nikki, Alyse and I were the most talked about girls in the school due to our high statues. The gossip, the head cheerleader, and the mean girl. Cliché, I know, but I couldn't help the way high school worked. What was Leah, the 'bad boy's' girlfriend? She was getting her social ranking from someone else, not from her own account.

"Leah couldn't have been the one to nominate herself. Three other people have to nominate her in order for her to join the running." Rya then explained.

"And who would those three other people be?" I questioned.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Probably Adam and his teammates." Of fucking course. Adam most likely wanted to get back to me too and he knew how much being Prom Queen would mean to me. Urgh, what a dick.

"Seriously?!" Nikki exclaimed. "Once I find those three people, they're going to wish they were never born." She scowled before storming off.

Rya and I exchanged look, annoyed ourselves at this Leah thing. "I'm sorry, Sienna. I knew you wanted to be Prom Queen."

"Only because my mom was Prom Queen." I huffed. "I know she wouldn't care if I was or wasn't, but it'd still be nice."

"You still have time. We're going to set up a killer campaign and get you that crown. Plus, if Nikki or Alyse spend the rest of their days fighting for that tiara, Leah isn't even going to make it on that stage."

"I hope so." I anxiously clicked my tongue.

I walked back with Rya to her locker before lunch ended so she could collect her books, but Leah lingered in my mind. I didn't know how to feel about her. I somewhat felt bad for her because she felt so insecure that she was forced to threaten me but the whole threatening aspect made an unremorseful feeling creep in. Either way, I knew I wasn't going to let her win this. She'd already tried to tamper too much with her life and this bitch needed to know that her innocence act was close to curtain call.

I leant against the locker next to Rya and watched a pink slip of card fall to the floor as she opened it.

"Another one?" she groaned but I knew she secretly liked it. I noticed how her cheeks would flush a light shade of pink as she read them, and a soft smile lightly formed on her lips. She picked it up before stuffing it back into her locker, however something else seemed to catch her eye. It was a small, blue box with a note stuck to the front. The box itself was gorgeous, made from a shiny material that sparkled in the light. She took it out and admired it, glancing at the writings on the front.

"What the hell?" she opened the box to reveal a bracelet. It was gold with several pearls lined around in groups of three to make up petals of small flowers, between them were diamond leaves that glistened against the gold of the base. It was stunning to say the least and looked the utmost expensive.

"Oh my god." Rya gasped as she stared at the prettiest of bracelets I had ever seen. Well, damn. "This is gorgeous."

"Jesus, Rya. Did you piss someone off recently?" I whispered moving to her side to get a closer look at it. I looked at the top of the box to see the same cursive writing that was always in the cards. 'I'm sorry'. "Looks like someone did." I let out a long breath. She couldn't respond to me as she admired the beauty. I looked back at the pink card in her locker and grabbed it.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." I read aloud. "It's like a confession." I muttered to myself. "Do you know anyone who'd want your forgiveness so urgently?"

She shook her head, confused with it all herself. "No. I haven't even been in any arguments for the past few days. Where's it from?"

"Jane Austen." I replied. "Pride and Prejudice." That made me think of Roman and a warmth flooded my chest. I kept the books on the windowsill where a picture of Adam and I at Junior Prom used to be, but that specific book I kept at my bedside, admiring it every night. "Hey, what happened after Taylor carried you to the nurse's office?" I asked curiously. Rya frowned. "What?"

"Taylor's... lovely." She began to say. I raised a brow. "I mean, he's sweet, and wonderful, and charming, and, Jesus, does that boy have a gorgeous face. But... well, he's kind of... um... boring?" boring? Out of all the things I expected her to say, I didn't expect 'boring'.

"Boring?" I made sure I heard her correct.

"Yeah."

"Boring how?"

She turned back at her locker and sighed. "He's so sweet – don't get me wrong – but all he talked about was basketball and cars and... basketball and cars and so on and so on." Damn, horrible flirting technique Taylor. "I mean I tried to have a conversation with him, but it didn't... I don't know."

"Click?" I offered.

"Yeah." She nodded in agreement. "Click."

I chuckled lightly and rested a hand on her shoulder, "You've got to give the boy some slack, Rya. I mean, he's liked you for so long he was probably shitting his pants to suddenly be alone with you." She pondered on my words for a few seconds before coming to.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. However, he doesn't strike me as the, how do I put this? Intellectual type? Like, look at all of these quotes, they're all from