Unexpected by Pamela (diy ebook reader .txt) 📖

maybe it's fate trying to tell you something?" She asks hopefully. Ever since I can remember, she's always been trying to get me to believe in fate. Yeah, right. It's only by chance.
I laugh at her. "Oh, please. Not this again. Fate? As in, 'I'm supposed to be with him forever and ever?' I don't think so. You know what evil, bitchy clique he's in. And even if he wasn't in there with all the devils, he's never made any acts of kindness towards me. At the party is the only time he's actually noticed me, because I was in his way." I rush out, then take a deep breath.
Irene raises both her eyebrows and smiles. "Woah, calm down Ricky Bobby. That's the biggest speech I've ever you say. Y'know, besides class reports, and other junk like that. And... if you guys are really meant to be, then it wouldn't matter what group he's in. The clique is probably the whole reason he hasn't made any moves. They're always watching him, like, 24/7. Look, I've seen the way he looks at you during math. Seen the way you look at him, then, sometimes blush." I blush again. "I'm pretty sure he wants to be with you, he just can't, and you know why."
Well, I didn't have anything to say to that. I guess I've been thinking about our "fling" the wrong way. And maybe fate is real. I mean, when he looks at me I forget about everything. Even my own name. "I guess." I finally say to her, and look down, playing with the hem of my shirt, a soft smile playing on my lips. Well, now that I'm a believer, shouldn't fate give me a sign?

Turns out, math teachers really enjoy being sang to. I sang the Quadratic Formula song to her-the whole class-and she teared up while the other kids clapped and cheered. She even gave me a Smiley Sticker! Looks like Irene and I are the new favorite students.
"Okay class, just to make you a little less comfortable," she says, with an evil look in her eyes. Oh, no. "we're doing another project, but this time, I'M picking your partners for you." She finishes, smiling. The whole class groans and begs her to let us pick ourselves. Well, I take that back, I guess she got over me pretty quickly. Fate, I plead, please don't choose right now to show a sign of your true existence, please, please, please...
Irene smiles at me, and chuckles. She knows I'm partnered with Evan. Ah hell, even I know I'm partnered with him. "Mark and Michelle, you two are partners. Irene and Scott, you two are partners. Evan and Luce, you two are partners. David and-" she continues talking but I stop listening. My head snaps to where Evan's sitting. Our eyes meet at the same time, but I'm pretty sure I look really angry. I turn away, still feeling his gaze on my back. "Well, is that proof enough for you?" Irene asks me, and I'm speechless.
Study "Time"

(Evan's P.O.V.)

The math teacher calls our names. Together. That means we're partners. My head whips around to look at Luce. She does the same, and she's more beautiful than I remember. But, she looks angry. She turns around but I can't look away. Weeks of not being able to talk to her, now's my chance. I have to do something, or I could never have the chance again.

"So," I say uncomfortably to Luce sitting across from me. She's been glaring at me since I arrived at her house. I offered my house, but she declined and I think I know why. Too much memories. Good memories.
She raises her eyebrow expertly like she heard my thoughts. "Let me get my notebook." She tells me slowly. I barely register the words because I staring at her plush lips, the way they move. How they once moved against mine. She raises herself of the couch and walks behind her to get something off a lamp table. Her notebook, I'm guessing. She lowers herself again and I get a perfect view of her cleavage. Tan skin and a mole right above her right breast. Luckily, I tear my gaze away before she notices. "Here." She hands me the notebook, I reach for it and our fingertips touch.
A bolt of electricity bounces off the both of us, and she snatches her hand back, looking shocked. She clears her throat and looks everywhere but me, playing it off. Okay good, she felt it too, it wasn't just me. I set down the wad of paper and slide over to her side. My palms are suddenly moist with sweat, and my heart races uncontrollably.
"Luce," I start. She still won't look at me. Good thing we're alone. "I know you felt it too. And I know that you know there's something on going between the two of us." I continue and she's already shaking her head, denying it. I grab her chin with my fingers and make her look into my eyes. "I don't know why, but, since the party... I can't stop thinking about you. God, you're all I can think about." I look at her lips, back to her eyes, and to her lips. Her breathing becomes uneven and she too was looking at my lips.
Her jaw clenches as I began to lean towards her. I was close enough that I could literally feel the heat radiating from her skin. My fingers graze her jawline and my other hand is on her hip. An inch apart from her lips I force myself to stop, and silently get her reaction. She whimpers and nods, pushing her luscious body against mine. I groan and kiss her.
I try to kiss her gently but she's aggressive. I love it. Her hands yank on my hair, unintentionally or intentionally making me lean over her. I back her against the couch and now both of my hands are on her hips, bringing them up as I push mine down to hers. She cries out and I groan lowly but loudly. It feels so good.
A throbbing ache urged me to take her already. I wasn't sure if she really wanted this. Her hands travel down my neck and start to unbutton my shirt. And with an impressive time, my shirt went from on me to on the floor. Her long nails scrape across my skin gently, leaving a tingling sensation wherever she touches me.
My hands had a mind of their own. Without me realizing it, I started lifting up her shirt and I bend down to kiss any piece of skin as soon as I could see it. Once it was all off I press us together so I could feel her skin on mine. It was soft and warm.
I felt soft hands grab my cheeks, and pull me up. She kisses me fiercely, and I eagerly returned her affections. When she pulls back I was so breathless I could barely breathe. Equally breathless, she puts her lips up to my ear and whispers, "Just take me." I groan. In a record of time, we unzip our jeans and she brings me to unimaginable ecstasy. And I, her.

Not In Love, But... In Like

(Luce P.O.V.)

Oh. My. God. WHAT DID I DO? Not only did I sleep with Evan, but it meant something to me. I mean, not that I love him or anything but... I was definitely in like with him. Or... in like with his... lovemaking expertise.
I bite my lip, thinking this over while I'm on his couch staring at the wooden floor. His house is nice, not as big as mine, but cozy. It sure seemed big while I was at his party. Okay... I will not think about that right now. Not when I need to be focused on the project.
Okay... there was no project, really. The stupid teacher paired up students who never speak to each other. Well, there's a reason I didn't talk to him. And... now I have another reason. A really big reason.
"Uh," I start, and Evan looks at me. Then my body but quickly glances away. "I really don't have to be here, right? We talked, and we both know each other... very well by now, I'm guessing." He chuckles, while I blush but keep looking at him with a hard expression on my face.
"You're right, Luce, you don't have to be here. But... I'd like you to be here." He said to me, meeting my stare. This time I actually do blush. Then I grimace, hating the way he made my insides churn. He slides closer to my side of the couch, and I scoot further away from him, my heart picking up its pace.
All too soon my right side hits the arm rest and I'm stuck here, not being able to move anymore. I feel his hands wrap around my ankles and pull them up so that I'm half lying in front of him on the couch. "What are you doing?" I ask slowly, squinting my eyes at him.
"I'm giving you what you secretly want." He answers back, and pulls my legs apart wrapping them around his waist while he kneels on top of me, holding