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bag.
     
                    I caught it and narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not
having sex with you Jared.” I bluntly said opening my bag and
pulling out the half-finished project.
     
                    He gave me a disgusted look. “Who said I wanted to
have sex with you? I meant we could go in the game room and
play.”
     
                    I let out a humorless laugh. “Sure you did. We
both know what you really meant perv.”
     
                    He leaned closer to me so our noses were touching.
“So what if I want to have sex with you? You’re hot and
bang-able.”
     
                    I put my finger on his forehead and pushed hard on
it so distance was created between us. “I don’t think bang-able is
a word dummy.” 
     
                    He grabbed my finger and yanked me closer so our
noses were touching again. “Fine then you are fuckable.”
     
                    I smacked him on top of the head with my book
making him wince. “Still not a word douche.” He rubbed his head
glaring at me and I sent him a sweet smile. “Let’s get to work,
shall we?”
     
                   
“ One day I will have you, Emilie. Know that.” He
said staring at me with determination in his eyes.
     
                    I skimmed through my text book nodding my head.
“Yeah, you will have me punching you in the face if you don’t drop
it.” I didn’t look up at him but I knew he was smirking at me.
Jared was a man whore, he loved a challenge. That was what I was
giving him, not that I was meaning too. But there was no way I was
going to have sex with him.
     
                    Funny how I said I would never ride a street bike
either and I did. And I liked, no, loved it.
     
                    Two hours later after almost finishing the
project, stopping Jared from feeling me up, and rejecting him
numerous times, we moved to the game room to chill out. My head was
hurting from so much work but I really needed to get a good grade
on the project and would deal with a tiny headache if I did
succeed.
      Just like the rest of Jared’s house, his game room
was beyond words. It had a plasma television equipped with many
video game systems, surround sound and a movie player. It had a
pool table, air hockey table, and foosball table. A snack bar fully
stocked with junk food, I never heard of before and fancy
drinks.
     
                    Jared handed me a pool stick and chalked the top
for me. I gave him a ‘bring it on’ smile and pushed him out of the
way. I went to the other end of the pool table and bent over the
edge lining my stick up at the cue ball.
     
                    I pulled back and watched as the ball exploded in
all different directions sending three solids to easily fall into
the pockets. I looked up at him not moving from my position and
smugly said, “Did I forget to tell you that I’m a daddy’s
girl?”
     
                   
“ Lucky shot.” Was all he said but I could see it
in his eyes. He was impressed and a little taken back. I lined up
another shot and moved onto to the next one when the ball went
straight into the pocket.
     
                    A couple minutes later or less, I positioned my
stick behind the cue ball aiming for the winning ball but before I
shot, I looked up to my sulking opponent. “Don’t sulk sweetie, like
you said they were lucky shots.”
     
                    Without losing eye contact, I pulled the stick
back and shot it forward. I heard the collision of balls and then a
tiny swoosh as the
eight ball went in. “But then again maybe you should be sulking
because I just kicked your ass.”
     
                    Jared dropped his stick as he looked across the
pool table in astonishment. The only balls left were the
strips… all of