The Forbidden Fruit | 1

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Arabella's POV
Two years ago

I stroked my hand through my black long hair and sighed as I stared down myself in the mirror that judged me every time I looked into it. I was skinny, yet still I didn't mind it, seeing as my past comprised me weighing a ton. But even though I've lost so much weight, the guy I like has yet to recognize me.

Frankly, because he's in the twelfth grade and I'm just in tenth grade. Despite that we're just two years apart when it comes to our age, but how bad would it look for a Senior to date a Sophomore. It'll never happen, that's what I know for sure. "Okay, so why the heck are you doing this again?" Erika asked with annoyance yet curiosity lacing through her voice.

"I wanna get closer to him Erika, plus he's graduating so why waste even more time and not muster up the courage to talk to him?"

"Yeah but he's been at our school and may I add–your neighbour–for a long time so why now, why when he's probably leaving off for college!?" She exclaimed. Rolling my eyes. I examined myself in my mirror and sighed, "am I overdressed?" I asked stupidly.

"Listen Arabella, don't do this okay. You know Tyler Hart is a no no, he's a bad boy. He only gets into girl's pants and dump them. . . hump and dump. His anthem is literally wam bam, thank you ma'am, and he's done!" She jumped off the bed and rushed towards me with a frantic look on her face. "Don't fall for the forbidden, babe," she sighed.

I giggle hysterically and swatted her hands away as I shook my head. "What, so I can have any boy in the school except for Tyler because he's forbidden, says who!?"

"Says the rules of feminism, plus he's dating that girl. . .Stacie right and she's a bitch!" Erika exclaimed with an exaggerated huff. "Chill out mom, Stacie and Tyler are no longer dating and there is no rule like that in feminism."

"I think I'm gonna change into something more casual so he won't think I wanna jump his balls." I mumbled as I peeled off my crop top and pulled off my short pants. "Oh, my god, why are you wearing lingerie!" Erika shrieked.

I rushed towards her and cupped her mouth frantically. "Shut up, jeez," hissed. She swatted my hands away and scowled, "since when do you wear lingerie!?" She whisper yelled. "Since when Tyler said that he needs something in return for tutoring me." I shrugged as I walked back towards my closet and pulled out matching sweat shirt and sweatpants.

"You aren't planning on sleeping with him, right? I turned to face her and gave her a small smile.

"Right."

~~~

I bid goodbye to my mother who was too busy stuffing her face in cheese cake to even realize I was leaving. Erika had already gone home after lecturing me on about why I shouldn't do anything stupid with Tyler. The boy I've been madly in love with for a very long time.

He's been my ultimate crush from the day I stepped foot in high school when he literally knocked me off my feet with a football. He's the bad boy of our school, always getting into fights and getting suspended, but his grades are still high nonetheless. He's the quarterback of the football team and as you may have guessed, all girls want and crave him.

I love everything about him. From the way his chiseled jaw line looked like it could slice through an apple. The way his brown eyes glistened when he spoke, the way his low and husky voice rumbled in the air and off his tongue.

He's just breathtaking.

With a huff, I slammed the door shut and took off down the streets and towards Tyler's house.
I was practically nervous out of my freaking mind, and it felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach.

What made me even more nervous was the fact that instead of my normal undergarments that I'd wear. Well, today I settled for something more skimpy. I don't know why, but I just did.

I made my way towards his house and took in a deep breath before rushing up the pathway. I knocked on them softly and waited patiently till he opened. The sound of heavy footsteps rushed towards me, growing louder by the second until the door was flung open, I gulped the bile that rose in my throat and peered up at Tyler leaning against the door with absolutely no shirt on.

He had a frown plastered on his face at first, a slight look of confusion as if he weren't expecting me here, but then he smirked and arched his brows as he examined me examining him. I trailed my eyes away from his mesmerizing body and settled on his amused face.

"Come in, I'm sorry that I'm sweaty. I was just ugh. . . working out." He exclaimed in an out of breath and jittery voice as he stepped out of the way for me to come in. I stepped inside nervously and took a quick look at the interior of his house. I didn't have time to really see anything before he gripped onto my hand and led me up a flight of stairs."

We walked down the marbled hallway and into his room. "Just settle down and I'll be back," he exclaimed before spinning on his heels and leaving. I looked around the room and strolled towards his king sized bed that sat in the middle of the room. His room was painted navy blue and everything else was black.

For instance, his huge comfortable bed was completely black. A flat screen television sat right on the wall in front of his bed and below it sat many and I mean many types of game consoles. At the top of the TV was a small shelf filled with game controllers, and I'm guessing the remote.

In the corner of his bed sat his bedside table and a black lamp. He had a few things scattered on it, like a notepad and pencil. His phone and other stuff.

In the far hand corner was a comfy-looking sofa, and next to it on a stand was a black electric guitar. He plays the guitar, can this guy get anymore perfect? Behind his sofa were two doors that probably led to his washroom and closet. On his walls hung pictures of basketball players and Rock stars I didn't recognize.

He had other things scattered around, and he even had a mini basketball hoop on one end of the room. This room is the epitome of badass.
I placed my bag down next to the bed and watched as he came strolling back into the room, still with no shirt and only his slacks on.

"Sorry about all that, I forgot you were coming today, Ugh–You ready?" He asked as he came to sit next to me.

I didn't need any help in maths. Frankly, I'm a freaking genius, but he need not know that. I nodded my head frantically and took out my book before laying it on the bed. "So what do you need help with?" His voice filled my ears as he took the book and looked over it.

"Just some really complicated algebra thing. nothing much," I nodded nervously. He nodded his head in understanding and tsk'd his tongue as his eyes scanned my book. He locked gazes with me for a few terrorizing seconds before smirking, "okay, let's get to it."

~~~

After an hour of Tyler teaching me the simplest sums I've ever came across, we took a brief break to snack on something. My plan was working. Well, at least that's what I thought. I was getting closer to him that's for sure and I wouldn't want to ruin that.

"Hey, I got us some snacks." His voice snapped me out of my train of thoughts as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

He settled down on the bed next to me and handed me a pack of chips and a can of soda. Taking it from his grasp, I couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation rip through my body when our hands brushed each other.

Wow, isn't that a bit cliché Arabella?

A smirk stretched across his lips as he shook his head lightly. "Uhm Arabella," He mumbled, I was annoyed at the mischievous smirk on his, not knowing what was so funny and what went on in his mind.

"Yeah?"

He suddenly slammed the book shut, laying it at the edge of the bed and setting aside the snacks. I watched nervously as he crawled towards me, clearing his throat softly as he laid his hand next to mine. "You don't need tutoring now, do you?" He blurted out.

My eyes widened in shock, my heart slammed against my chest wildly and I could feel the beads of sweats formulating under my armpits. I bit down on the insides of my cheeks nervously as I racked my brain with something to say. I could say I do really need help and laugh it off, or I could kick him in his baby making jewels and run, or maybe just confess to my plan. "What's really your motive for coming here?"

I sucked in a harsh breath when I realized that he was only centimetres away from my lips. He must have moved closer when I was trapped in my thoughts. He continued minimizing the space between us but me being me well I desperately tried to keep my distance as I backed away slowly until my back hit the headboard.

"You want me, don't you?" He asked nonchalantly, like that was an everyday phrase to him. A squeal escaped my lips when his hand gripped my knees tightly on either sides and tugged my legs apart, positioning himself between them with his gaze still locked on mine.

"Because. . . I sure as hell want you."

It felt like my heart stopped beating for a second when I felt his lips pressed up against mine in a desperate kiss, I immediately kissed him back, not giving my mind a second to process any information as my arms wrapped around his neck. I couldn't believe that I, Arabella Smith, was kissing Tyler Hart.

His hands traveled down to my feet where he grasped both my ankles and pulled me closer to him before pushing my back down onto the bed frantically. "Tyler, I have something to tell you." I breathed out as he peppered my neck with kisses. "Shh," he suddenly mumbled against my skin and I frowned.

I placed my hands on his chest and tried shoving him off of me, but he sunk his teeth into my skin and I let out a yelp as my fingernails dug into his arms. "Tyler I'm serious I'm a v–"

"I said shush, people don't usually talk when they're about to have sex Bella, unless they're moaning something out, like my name. . ." He chuckled softly into my ear and I let out a shaky breath.

Did he really think of me like that? I bet he did this with other girls, expecting them to have sex with him as soon as they make out. I mean, he's in twelfth grade and I'm in ten. What was I expecting? Wasn't this what I wanted!?

I sucked in a harsh breath and shut my eyes tightly as I contemplated on whether or not to tell him in a virgin. It's the right thing to do. I mean I have no problem in losing it right now to him of all people, but at least he should know.

"Tyler. . .I just want you to know that I'm a–"

"You trust me right?" He murmured impatiently as he peppered my neck with kisses till they ran down my jaw and hovered over my mouth. I could feel his cool breath fan over my face and I bit my lip to suppress a frustrated groan.

Before I could answer, he smashed his lips back onto mine.

"Mmm, Hmm." I hummed in response to his previous question as my hands raked through his brown mop of hair that tickled my face and hovered over his dark pupils. His hands made their way to my sweatpants and suddenly grasped it. I began breathing frantically as he successfully pulled it down and flew it across the room.

"Wow ugh—you're beautiful." He exclaimed in somewhat shock as his eyes traveled from my waist to my flustered face. Before I could say anything else, his lip was back on mine and this time he worked my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head.

One thing led to another and then another and again. . . another.

This is how I, Arabella Smith, ate the forbidden fruit.

A/N
You're probably wondering...Why the HELL would she just have sex with him like that!? Well Arabella is a vulnerable person and she likes Tyler A LOT and also the reason why he just had sex with her out of the blue will be explained in future chapters. So this chapter makes A LOT of sense...Trust me.

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