Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold(Closed for Magister26)

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Name:Samantha "Sammy" Cox
Age:20
Height:5"4
Weight:110 lbs.
Hair:Black hair, falling to mid-waist, layered.
Breasts:C34
Eyes:Smokey Blue

IC

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Samantha studied that girls face. She had this certain look on her face. Not happy, not sad, different. Sammy sighed and put the picture frame face down on the fire place. She was not that girl any longer. That girl had been the victim, the girl who cries herself to sleep at night, the girl who was the "playtoy" to anybody who wanted to take their stress out that day, the emotional punching bag if you would say. Well not any more.

Folding the box back into it's shape, she stored it in the closet, with the several others. She was finally moved into her dorm room, which was a single. She didn't need any roommate's and she certainly didn't want any. She looked around at her room and then sat on her bed. Pulling out her laptop, she began to search Facebook, wondering how many of her fellow graduates had remained in this one-horse of a town they were forced to call Clarkson.

One name stuck out on the page, which made her pull up the profile of non other than the #1 man she hated most on Earth, Benjamin Samson, Ben, head jock of the school, most hated prick. Samantha's jaw tightened as she looked over his most recent status'. Just some sluts trying to get with him, typical. He had a status that said returning to Classes tomorrow, but no other details about what school he was going to.

Starting to think about it, Sammy hoped she did see him tomorrow. Summer vacation was ending and he'd be in a great mood. Maybe she could mess with him. He was nothing more than a dirty player anyways, why not? She smiled as she shut down her lap top and layed down in her bed. Tomorrow was going to be great.

7am. First morning of classes

Getting out of bed, Sammy yawned and turned the shower water on. Once it was warm enough, she got her shower. Following her normal routine, she blow-dried her hair, straightened it, did her makeup, then went to her closet.

Perched in front of her walk-in closet, one hand on her hip, she had no idea what to wear. If she wanted to impress, she had to pull out something nice. She stepped forward and unzipped a garment bag that revealed the fabric beneath to be the dress she had planned on wearing when she faced her hometown once more, why not? A plan was a plan and she might as well follow through with it.

After putting on her lingerie but with a black bra, she pulled her dress onto her body and smiled as it hugged her tight frame. She pulled her hair down onto her shoulders and spun slowly, looking herself over in the mirror and liking what she saw. When Sammy was finished, she took the silver boots out of her closet and slid them onto her legs, running her fingers up her smooth legs, calf's, and finally thighs before she moved her hands away from her body and zipping the boots up.

Sammy made sure her look was complete before she grabbed her purse and messenger bag full of her books for the day and placed it on her shoulder. She checked the mirror one last time before heading out the door, already hearing a few calls from a local Frat house down the block when she walked to her car. She rolled her eyes and couldn't wait to "re-unite" with some of her fellow graduates, they would see how it feels, they would see what they missed out on, they would get what was coming to them, she would make sure of it.

It only took her five minutes to get to her school, where she parked and headed into the building of Clark University to get her schedule. Once her information was taken and she was given her schedule, she made her way to first period. The class had already started ten minutes ago, but she had been held up in the office. She gave the professor the note the dean had wrote and smiled as he waved his hand to take a seat in the back, perfect.

Samantha looked around and took in a few familiar faces, the poor kids who couldn't afford to move out of this town, so the only choice for school, was a scholarship here. Or the nerds who thought they were the smartest kids back then, clearly hadn't changed what so ever. She sighed as she placed her chin on her palm and looked down the isle she was sitting at and her jaw tightened once more.

Three people down from her was none other than Ben, Ben Samson! How ironic. She had just been hoping she'd see him and what did she know, here he was in her first period, gazing at her like some idiot, probably wondering who the hell she was and where she came from. As far as she could tell, nobody would be able to tell who she was, she had gone through a major transformation.

No longer carrying around the extra chub on her body, she held a small, tight figure that most models would kill for. She had gotten her lip pierced, as well as her belly button. Her old natural blonde hair? Gone. Dark and cropped was her new style. Bitten off fingernails? Gone. She grew them out now, made designs on them. The only thing that remained the same, was her facial features, but those had grown older and harder since the last time she was here, stronger. She also liked to wear makeup now. As far as she could tell, Ben had no clue who she was, and she liked it that way.

Sammy rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, playing with her lip ring as she looked up to see what the teacher was rambling on about. She zoned out once more as she continued to play with her hair. When she looked back over from the corner of her eye, Ben had this puzzled look on his face, an interested look, and was still looking at her, but trying hard to not make it obvious, he wasn't doing a good job.

Crumpling up two pieces of paper, she dropped one on his desk and then threw the other way, creating her distraction. When she returned to her seat, she looked down to see a confused look on his face, which she returned with a grin from what the words on the paper had been:

Seriously? I thought staring hardcore like that was for pedophiles. Take a picture, it might last longer, sweetie.

Benjamin "Ben" Samson
Age: 22
Height: 6'2
Weight: 250 lbs
Hair : Short brown hair
Eyes: Green

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Even though he had been one of the school's best athletes, Benjamin had never been good at school and never got the grades to move out of the dump called Clarkson. He had been forced to apply to Clark university, one of the worst school in the State if not in the Country and fortunately had been accepted. Since then, his mindset had changed and he became as intense in school as he was on the field.

Everyone in town knew him not only because of his many medals in different sports but also because he was the high school's jock. Every girls wanted him, every guys hated him...but at the same time wanted to be around him. He was a chick magnet as well as a manipulative asshole. Back then, he had a few targets, most often nerds and ugly girls....but his target of choice had always been Samantha Cox. The girl was obviously madly in love with him, good at school and a little chubby....And there was her family name....Everything in her made him want to make fun of her! Now that she had moved away, Ben had some regrets....Mostly because she had moved out of Clarkson and not him.

Benjamin was not a jerk anymore....He had lost this attitude when he had seen all of his favorite targets move out of town or improve their lives while he was still in the backwater town....working at a gas station. Having grown up, he understood that popularity was not everything. His main focus was now school and even though he had not became a nerd, Ben's grades had improved.


Even though he had changed his attitude, Benjamin had not lost his interest in women and he dated lots of girls, only being more respectful towards his dates. So when he noticed the new girl walking in, dressed as a bombshell, Benjamin immediately lost all his concentration. Her sexy outfit, her fine body and her beautiful blue eyes were enough to disturb him. "Who is this girl and why in hell would she moved IN Clarkson?" he thought.

When she dropped a paper on his desk, he realized he had been staring at her....Strangely, he was surprised by her reaction as the girls usually were impressed or shy when he looked at them. Obviously this one didn't knew who he was or simply didn't care. This attitude aroused him even more, as it seemed to be a good challenge for the young athlete. When the teacher called for the break, Benjamin walked towards her desk, smiling.

"Hey, I'm Ben. Sorry for staring at you that way but I am not used to see girls as sexy as you in this town. What's your name sweetie?"

"Hey, I'm Ben. Sorry for staring at you that way but I am not used to see girls as sexy as you in this town. What's your name sweetie?"

Samantha had missed everything her professor had been saying, but she didn't care. It was the first day back, or first day here for her at least. She'd catch up tomorrow. Her mind was focused on Ben. Did he really not know who she was? And he seriously had a staring problem. Probably just looking for another ass to tap, typical jock.

When she heard a voice above her, she continued to keep her focus on loading her books into her bag, not looking up. She knew it was him, and he was talking about his staring and as usual, the pick up line. Did he really think she was going to fall for that? She rolled her eyes as she finished loading her bag and stood up from her seat.

"Sorry, Ben. You're not quite my type."

She said with an amused look on her face. She knew this guy like the back of his hand. He was not used to being turned down, it would probably only give him more motivation to sleep with her, oh well.

"And as for my name,"

She smirked as she reached out and took her bag, placing it on her shoulder and taking her purse as well.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." She said cockily.

Sammy placed her hands on the desk behind her and slowly pulled her body up onto the desk, her hips and body rolling as she does so. She crosses one leg over the other as the dress inches higher up her thigh and she smiles at him. Looking around, she notices the room is almost deserted and she looks back to him slowly.

"So are you just going to stand here and make an ass of yourself, or maybe we can do something a little more productive?" She hinted with a sexy smile. "I mean you're not that good at charming a girl, but I can definitely tell where you're mind is, Ben."

Samantha looks up at him as she notices his eyes trailing her body. She slowly uncrosses her legs, her leg coming down to the table slowly as she knows her dress has ridden far enough up that if he was looking, he could see her lingerie. She scoots forward on the desk and trails a finger down his chest while biting her lip sexily.

Rolling her body off of the desk once more, she reaches out and pushes hard on his stomach and then walks away. She giggled at the confused look on his face before he looked down and saw the post-it note on his chest. It had her number on it and underneath:

"Meet me in the south girl's bathroom, ten minutes x"

Looking over her shoulder at him once more, she left the room and walked toward her dorm room. She had her own room, she knew he had his, but no, she would not do that in her room, or his. She had a specific reason she wanted to meet in the bathroom.

Placing her things on her bed, she looked at that picture once more, a blast from the past as she stared at her old reflection. She remembered that day with Ben like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

"Meet me in the bathroom, 15 minutes.
-Ben x" The note had said.

Sammy had been so happy that he had been paying attention to her lately. Granted, most of it was out of school attention, but he was still noticing her. She had been attracted to him for so long, and he was just now noticing and actually returning it, like she had always hoped.

Walking to the bathroom, her nerves had been shot. Her hands were shaking, she was afraid, but she was excited. Who knew what he wanted to do? Walking in the door, he took her hand and led her to the nearest stall in the back. He pressed her to the wall and kissed her fiercely, stealing her breath, making her respond.

They had remained that way, making out for at least twenty minutes. After so long, he just left her there in the stall. She had been upset afterwards, but had continued to see him secretly.

Sammy shook her head as she placed the photo down on the mantle of the fireplace and then looked at the time. She placed her phone in the pocket of her dress and fixed her makeup before she left her dorm room and walked toward the bathrooms she were to meet him in.

Ben had had his fun with her, numerous ways, it was payback time. He had done so many cruel, menacing, degrading things to her, and for the majority of them, had gotten away with them. Not anymore. She didn't do anything about it back then, but now was the time to fight. This player was going to pay for what he did in the past, she'd make him learn his lesson.

Entering the bathroom, she arched a brow and laughed softly. He was already standing there, waiting for her. She was the one this time to take his hand and lead him to the back stall, not the other way around. She was the one in charge this time.

Pushing the stall door open, she led him inside and then locked the stall behind him. She pressed him to the stall wall and then looked up at him. "I've already got you worked up, and I haven't even done anything." She said cockily, a grin on her face.

Leaning up, she nipped his bottom lip with her teeth playfully before she kissed him, her arms snaking around his neck and pulling down so she didn't have to stretch so high.She deepened the kiss as she bit down on his lower lip, tugging playfully before he opened his mouth and he tongue snaked in and wrapped around his, her hands tangling in his hair and pulling softly.

"What a tease!" he thought, surprised by the little bitch's reaction. He had never been turned down and would certainly not accept her answer....His pride and his love of challenges would never accept that.

"So are you just going to stand here and make an ass of yourself, or maybe we can do something a little more productive?" She hinted with a sexy smile. "I mean you're not that good at charming a girl, but I can definitely tell where you're mind is, Ben."

As she continues to tease him, Ben answers with the same playful tone: "Well, you are challenging me? I love challenges..."

Rapidly, his eyes returned to her body as she moved on her desk, exposing her pale legs. Ben was almost certain he could see a portion of the mysterious tease's panties....Black lace...He was certain of it!

Suddenly she pushed him and left the room and Ben stared at her delicious little butt covered by her short dress which distracted his mind enough to allow her to escape. As he returned to his senses, the aroused young man noticed a post-it with a rendez-vous noted on it. Laughing, Benjamin left the class, amused by the emo's attitude....This girl was a nympho and he would probably have his hands under her dress sooner than expected.

Ben spent the next ten minutes at his dorm, refreshing himself as he always did before a "date". Usually it was him who invited the girl...him who played games....It was strange to be on the other side but he didn't hated it...Ben was actually aroused. He actually broke on of his rules and arrived early at the rendez-vous, a thing that he had never done before. Everyone had returned to class now so he had no problem to enter the girl's bathroom, waiting for the black haired girl impatiently.

She didn't waited long, taking his hand and dragging him into one of the stalls, just as he had done so many times with girls in his youth. Actually, Benjamin enjoyed the risky side of sex in the school's bathroom....Obviously, this girl has the same turn on as him.

"I've already got you worked up, and I haven't even done anything."

"Well, look at you gorgeous! Dont tell me I am the only guy who stripped you with his eyes!"

He never had the chance to continue the conversation as the emo interrupted him with a playful kiss. Ben moaned softly as she bit his lips gently and pushed him against one of the walls. Soon, he was bending over to she wouldn't have to stretch to much to reach him and his hands started to caress her body, first her sides then slowly he moved towards her back and her ass, squeezing it through her dress. Ben wanted to slide them under it but he waited, not wanting to rush anything yet. He felt his cock stirring in his trousers to the point of being uncomfortable.

Benjamin moaned a bit louder, his heart beating faster and his skin becoming hotter already. "Mmmmmmm.....You are such a naughty girl...Fuck you are so hot!"

"Well, look at you gorgeous! Don't tell me I am the only guy who stripped you with his eyes!"

Sammy smiled into the kiss as she heard his soft moan. When he willingly bended over for her, that made her even more confident, he was going to be easy to break. She nipped at his lips and moaned softly, surprised as his caressing hands had slid down her back and squeezed her ass through the thin material of her dress.

"Mmmmmmm.....You are such a naughty girl...Fuck you are so hot!"

She grinned against his lips and brought her mouth back from his slowly, trailing kisses down his jaw and down his neck, soft pecks on his skin, doting his flesh with her warm, wet mouth. She looked up at him and smirked.

"I knew you would think so." She told him.

Placing a kiss on the side of his neck, she began to softly bite his skin. She nibbled his flesh and then began to suck, her hands moving down his body. She bit down a little harder as her tongue rolled over his skin, her mouth pulling as she sucked harder, her hands cupping his throbbing member through his jeans. She started sucking even harder as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then she pulled her mouth back, a smacking nose being created as she inspected the purple bruise she marked him with, a smirk on her face.

Sammy looked up at him, her hand reaching inside his boxers as she pulled his member out and began to stroke him slowly, her eyes locked on his. She kissed up his jawline and kissed him deeply her tongue wrapping around his before she dropped to her knees and placed her mouth around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue on his member. She looked up into his eyes as she pushed his pants and boxers down with her hands.

Moving her hands down to his balls, she began to roll them around in her fingers as she moved her mouth down on his shaft, taking each inch in slowly until she bottomed out and her mouth met the base of his cock. She looked up at him, her mouth full of his cock, his head pushing at the back of her throat. She had no gag reflex so she was enjoying this.

Pulling her mouth up his cock, she sucked her spit back up as she went, her tongue roaming over the skin of his shaft. She kept eye contact with him as she grabbed his shaft and smacked her lips and tongue with his cock, a sexy smile on her face as she licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock and swallowing it.

"Who's the big boy now?" She teased. She had him right where she wanted him, he was putty in her hands. She knew she didn't have much longer to go before he came, but he wouldn't get that privilege, she had other plans for him.

"Now I want you to warn me before you cum and if you don't, then say goodbye to this little treat." She told him arrogantly.

Benjamin was impressed by the girl's attitude, lacking inhibition completely. She was aggressively controlling everything....he just had to enjoy the show. It was unusual for him as he always kept control of everything when he was making out with a girl. It was the first time he let the girl in control and he was actually in heaven.

He slightly jumped when he felt her sucking on his neck. "The bitch, she is marking me as hers just like I always did to my playthings before....Everyone will ask me who I fucked...." Ben cursed silently, not appreciating that she had left marks on his skin. Even though he was not seen as the most popular guy anymore, this would clearly ruin his chances with other girls for a little while and he was mostly angry at himself for not having reacted before...maybe it was because it was fucking awesome....The sensation of her hot mouth against his skin, nibbling on it, her tongue licking his flesh....it was intoxicating!

Then suddenly, even before he had the chance to do as he wanted and turn the tables on her, taking control of the pace, the mysterious dark haired was on her knees, pushing down his pants and his boxers, revealing his seven inches cock. The thick rod was pulsing from anticipation, already oozzing precum. Ben stared at her, not believing what he was seeing! Without him asking her, she was on her knees like a whore, ready to suck his dick, her eyes locked in his like every good cocksucker would do to ensure she was doing it right.

As she sank his tip and shortly after all his length deep in her mouth, Benjamin moaned loudly, sinking his fingers in her hair, lost in intense pleasure. He had fucked a lot of girls but this one was a pro! She certainly wasn't giving her first blowjob and she was putting lots of devotion in it....He almost bit his tongue when he felt her deepthroating him, his knees shaking from the intense pleasure he was receiving from the busty emo.

"Now I want you to warn me before you cum and if you don't, then say goodbye to this little treat."

He nodded as she ordered him to tell her whenever he was ready to explode....Ben was doing his best to enjoy every seconds of her delicious work, controlling his breathing to ensure he wouldn't cum yet. Almost screaming in the bathroom, hoping no one would enter, Benjamin got a minute of concentration and asked, smiling:

"Mmmmm....fuck....this is so fucking good baby.......Mmmmmmm please play with yourself as you suck me....I want you to make yourself cum with my cock inside that sweet mouth of yours.....Mmmmmmmmmm fuck!"

Sammy looked up at him from under her thick black lashes and giggled with the head of his cock pushing at the back of her throat. He was in complete bliss. His teeth were clamped down on his lower lip, biting hard enough to leave an imprint as she showed him just how talented with her mouth she could be.

His moans were growing in size of volume with each passing moment as the skin of his cock became more sensitive, her mouth drawing forth the pleasure to his body as she reached beneath his throbbing shaft and began to massage his tightening nut sack, massaging his balls firmly one moment, hard the next.

Pulling her mouth off hf the length of his cock, Sammy looked up at him and let her wet tongue glide along the side of his shaft, base to tip before she tongued the head of his cock, giving short flickers of her tongue over the piss slit repeatedly. She smiled up at him as she slapped his cock head on her cheek a few times and then sat back slightly.

"I want you to make yourself cum with my cock inside that sweet mouth of yours" He said in a husky voice, breathing heavily.

Samantha grinned and shook her head slightly, biting her lip sexily. "I don't think so player." She teased in a seductive voice. "Let's focus on you right now, only you. Now I know you're about to cum." She purred with an amused smile. "So I want you to enjoy yourself, but don't break eye contact with me."

Lowering her mouth back down on his prick, she took his length to the back of her throat and moaned softly, the head of his cock pressing past her throat slightly. She sucked around the length, humming softly to send a vibrating pulse up his length, her fingers encouraging his balls to spew his seed. When his breathing began to pick up and he let out a loud groan, she knew he was on the edge. She pulled back and suddenly her hand was gripping the head of his cock tightly.

"You asked me my name earlier, Ben." She looked up into his eyes with a certain look in her eyes, a hungry look. She was hungry alright, hungry for revenge. Her fingers tightened around his balls, the other squeezing the head of his cock. "Remember a girl by the name of Samantha Cox?" She squeezed tighter and smirked at the look in his eyes. "Remember me, punk?" Sammy gave one last hard squeeze and then stood up and shook her head with a laugh.

"You're pathetic." She gave him one last look and then walked out of the stall, down the bathroom hall, and out the bathroom, leaving him in the stall by himself, shocked and scared as hell.

Ben was in heaven, enjoying one of the best blowjobs he had ever received. This girl did it like a pornstar, using lots of saliva and making loud noise to arouse him even more....Caressing and squeezing his balls. He felt he was close to explode. He didnt even knew the name of the girl that was actually slapping his cock against her cheek, acting like the hottest girl in XXX movie....

He almost screamed when she started to hum around his cock, not listening to his demand to watch her finger herself as she sucked on his dick. Ignoring that fact, Ben was about to warn her that he was close to climax when he felt her grip against his cock and his balls.

"You asked me my name earlier, Ben. Remember a girl by the name of Samantha Cox? Remember me, punk?"

Ben immediately returned to reality, his cock hurting from the rough pressure the girl had applied. Samantha Cox. Of course he knew that name. It was this blonde chubby girl who had always been madly in love with him. The girl that was ready to do his homeworks just for the chance to get a date with him. His favorite target. That girl was Samantha? Impossible. The blonde had almost nonexistent tits and her ability to give blowjobs was poor at best. He remembered well since he was the first guy with whom she had did it.....Ben then understood everything. They had did it in the boy's bathroom.

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Flashback

As a "reward" for having done three of his homeworks this week, Ben had "secretly" invited Samantha to join him in the boy's bathroom at 11h15 sharp.

Of course she arrived earlier and had to wait for him hidden in one of the stalls, afraid of getting caught. Then Benjamin walked in, smiling. She thought it was because he was happy to see her but it only because he was amused by what was going to happen.

"I am happy you decided to join me...sorry if I was late...I had to speak to the teacher...He said I did a great job on my most recent homework....all this because of you sweetie....." With that, Ben pushed Samantha into one of the stall, kissing her, pushing his tongue in her mouth to play with hers. He never stopped looking at her chubby face and her eyes, watching her reaction to his caresses and his kisses.

Then he pressed against the girl's shoulder without a large smile on his face, letting her know what he wanted. " I want you to get on your knees Samantha and open my trousers.....You will then take my cock into your mouth and suck it like a good lollipop. I would like that very much sweetie...ok?"

He waited for her to obey, which she did without any complaints, holding her silky blonde hair, he let her suck on his large rod for a little while before he started to facefuck her, choking her with his cock. He moaned and held her in place, ignoring her squirms and the choking sounds she made. Then he pulled out, smiling to her.

"You are doing very good Samantha....Make me cum baby....." He then allowed to resume her sucking, sometimes forcing his way deeper into her mouth, letting him know how he liked it. The girl was not good at it but kept sucking, trying to please the guy she madly loved.

When he felt aroused enough, Ben tugged at her hair and pulled out, shooting his cum all over Samantha's face and pretty hair, soaking her in the sticky goo. Everything had been done like he had planned.

As the bell for the end of a class rang, Ben was leaving the bathroom, abandoning the stunned girl in there as boys walked in to take a piss before next class. Everyone in there saw the blonde girl, kneeling on the floor, her face and hair filled with what was obviously cum. Starting that day, the life of Samantha Cox had turned into hell in school.

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Benjamin understood well why she had done this. Revenge. Angry, he pulled his pants up and walked out of the bathroom, ignoring the few girls that were walking in. He wanted to tell this bitch what he had in mind. He knew he had been rough on her, abusing her a lot but after all those years, she had returned to get a revenge on him? Seriously, the girl was mad!

Ben also wanted to understand what had happened to her to become such a bombshell. She obviously took some lessons in blowjobs and even though he hadn't the chance to touch them, he knew that Samantha had implants. He needed to know what happened between high school and university.

Deep down, Ben still wanted to fuck the girl's brains out but he know now that it was almost impossible. Realizing he was about to miss class, he ran to the psychology classroom, realizing that Samantha was seated at the back. They shared at least two classes! "This year was going to be rough....." he thought, taking a seat a few rows in front of the emo.

Samantha let out a breath as she walked through the deserted halls. At least she didn't have to worry about that prick any longer, that was sure to have scared him off. She so didn't need his stupid ass distracting her this year in school, not as though it was the same situation in the slightest though. She would never go crawling after that dog, ever again in her life.

She walked around aimlessly for a few minutes, having time to kill until she headed toward the south hall of the building, to her psychology class. She had always been fascinated in the human behavior and watching people, that's how she was good at telling when people were lying. She had done a lot of things while she was away and becoming stronger was the obvious one. She was not that lovesick, pathetic, loner any more. She was a new person.

Sammy sank into a chair at the back of the class with a soft sigh. This was either going to go by really fast, or really slow. She ran her fingers through her hair and layed her head on her desk. She closed her eyes and then heard the shuffling of people walking into the class, hushed whispering, most likely about her. She slowly raised her head and ran a hair through her hair, pushing it back from her face as she looked around with a soft smile, no sign of Ben, that was good.

She relaxed in her seat as she heard the door open and shut. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and then opened them slowly, anger on her face as she saw him walk past her and to the row two isles in front of her. She had spoken too soon, because right there he was, looking absolutely normal. What a great effort she had made too, the only thing to do now was pay attention to her professor.

They were learning about human habits, tendencies to lie, comfort zones, trust, all that good stuff. Her eyes were growing heavy with boredom and tiredness as she struggled to stay awake, her face being supported by the palm of her hand as she closed her eyes and began to fall asleep. She heard her professor calling random names and they could mean nothing more to her. She also heard her name being called, but she couldn't open her eyes wide enough or listen carefully enough to realize what he had said, so she kept her head down.

A moment later, she heard footsteps approaching her desk and suspected it to be her professor but those didn't look like his shoes. She slowly let her eyes scan up her body and her jaw tightened in anger as she saw non other than Ben standing there watching her. What the fuck was he doing? She looked around the room and slowly things began to sink in, he was not her partner! Was he? She looked up to the board and saw all the proof she needed, their names together under partners.

"Professor, a word please?" She called out to him.

Turning around to look at her, he made his way to her and gave her a 'What the hell do you want' look. "Yes, Ms. Cox?"

"I can't be partners with him." She said stubbornly.

"I'm afraid I don't understand. I assigned partners, and you two are going to do this project together."

"But you don't understand, really. Professor, we-"

"Enough! My word is final. If you don't like it this way, then you'll have to deal with it. Ms. cox, Mr. Samson, if you choose to not partake in this assignment, if you slack off and don't do your work, if you fail to accomplish the task at hand properly, then you will fail my class." He said angrily, making Sammy pissed as he turned his back to the pair and walked away.

"Well sit down already, stupid." She snapped at him, waving her hand angrily at the seat next to her that was now open. These were their new seats for the next two weeks, two weeks of pure hell.

Sammy let out a long breath as she ran her hands through her hair hastily and looked at the worksheet they'd have to do their assignment on. They had to do so many different things! She was starting to regret taking this class. Looking over at Ben slowly, he looked like he regretted it too.

She turned her head away from him and pretended to read her paper, secretly watching the clock, praying that time would just skip and she would be able to leave this class already. She became tense as her professor approached them once more, an angry look on his face. What now?

"I've already warned you and if I don't see improvement in the last twenty minutes left in this class, I'm going to fail you." He threatened.

"What do you mean?" She asked acidly.

"You can change your tone of voice for starters, young woman. Secondly, if you look at the handout I gave you, you will notice that 25% of your grade is solely based on what I see in the classroom. If you're not working here, then I know you'll definitely be not working out there." He pointed angrily at the doors to her freedom. "Also, if I get word from anybody that you two are not working outside of this class, then you will fail, no 'if's, and, or but's about it, Ms. Cox. End of discussion."

Sammy huffed angrily and sat back in her seat, her back arching as she let her head fall off the back of the chair, her chest rising in the air as she let out a groan of dissatisfaction. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Turning slowly to look at the devil himself, she tensed up and sat up straight. "He had been looking at her chest! Ugh, stupid perv." She thought to herself.

"How about we put on fake smiles and act like we're having the best time in the world?" She said, mocking a smile and a laugh. "Don't worry, you're not getting off easy this time, Ben. I'll make sure you do your own work." She smirked.

Ben did his best to listen to the teacher, concentrating on his detailed presentation of the semester's classes and of course, its homeworks and projects. What a curse! Now that he had decided to listen to the teacher and focus on his scholarship, Benjamin had to deal with the return of Cox, the girl whose life he had contributed to turn into a nightmare.

Lost in his thoughts, remembering every little thing he had done to the girl that had just sucked his cock almost to the perfection, Ben never heard his name being called by the teacher who was creating the team for the first assignment. Its one of his teammates in the football team, Ron, who woke him up just in time to avoid the teacher's anger. The startled student looked at his name on the board and realized he would be working with Samantha. The girl would certainly try to make him fail....or simply refuse to work with him. This could be a good thing since Ben really needed to get good grades....

The tall and muscular guy walked towards his former plaything's desk and remained behind when the girl objected to their partnership. The teacher refused the modifications she proposed and Ben finally sat down at the desk next to the former blonde.

They silently read their assignment but both did nothing to start the project. Within the next two weeks, they would have to analyze the reactions of their partner, answer some questionnaires and do a psychological profile of each other. Ben's curiosity would probably be satisfied. He would discover what made her change her appearance that much...and had turned into that stoned cold bitch.

When Mr. Riley, the teacher, returned, he discovered that neither of them had started to exchange ideas on the project. He threatened to fail them and it seemed to bother Samantha as much as him. When the teacher left and she proposed to act like they were having a good time, Benjamin accepted.

"Alright Samantha. This is gonna be odd but let's work on this project together. I wont be a burden and will do my part. If we are able to work as much as possible here, we won't have to work outside of class. What do you think? However I guess that, since we did nothing during this class, we will need to see each other tonight to start. How about we do this at 7 pm at the library?"

Sammy's jaw tightened as she flipped her hair over her shoulder in one sharp turn of her head, glaring at him. "Don't call me that." She said angrily, referring to him calling her Samantha. Only her older brother called her that, not since high school.

She turned and looked at the clock and was thankful that there was only a remaining ten minutes left in the class, she didn't think she could take much more time spent around this air head jock. Who did he think he was anyways? Nobody important, that was for sure.

"You have my number, my dorm shouldn't be that hard to find. If you absolutely insist that we work on this tonight, then warn me before you show up." She said acidly.

Sammy stood up and grabbed her things and headed out the door. She heard her professor yelling at her to come back, that the bell hadn't rung yet, but as soon as she stepped in the hall, it rang, signaling the end of the period.

She had a free class this period so she decided a nice long nap would do her justice, relieve some stress, make her relax. When getting to her dorm, she kept the door unlocked and drank a glass of cold water before crawling into bed and tucking herself under the cover, closing her eyes, and letting sleep evade her, she just hoped nobody came while she was sleeping, she was too tired to get up and lock the door.

Ben watched her run out of the classroom seconds before the bell rang, amazed by her haughty and bitchy attitude. Was he responsible for this? Seriously, he had been a jerk with her but he could not be the sole person responsible for this!

He found it profoundly amusing that he, of all the people, had remained after class to discuss with the teacher, hoping to understand perfectly well the assignment. Strangely enough, Samantha had been the first to leave when in the past she was the one remaining after class to help the teacher and ask questions. Of course, Ben had not become the nerd that was Samantha in high school but he was clearly more focused than before.

After this serious discussion with the Mr. Riley, Benjamin went to the gym to work out as he did every time he was not feeling well. He pushed himself hard, to his limits, focusing on his training and not on his new psychology partner. When the time was almost up, he stopped and went to the shower, remaining under the hot water for long minutes to relax and prepare himself to his little meeting at Cox's dorm.

When he called her, she didn't answer. He took this as another way to reject her obligation to work with him. He decided to go to her dorm even though he was certain to receive a cold welcome. When he got there, he knocked at the door and discovered that it wasn't locked. Imagining the worst, Ben pushed the door and walked in, searching for Samantha or traces of violence. Maybe he had seen too many movies but he expected to discover some broken glass, clues explaining the girl's disappearance or kidnapping.

Fortunately, she was there, sleeping in her bed. She must had been tired as hell because she never heard him call nor knock nor enter the room. God she looked beautiful like this....If it was not the girl he had humiliated years ago, he would have started to flirt with her with the hope of getting inside her panties....

Sammy groaned softly in her sleep, rolling over to her back, and then one leg crossing over the other as she moved onto her side, her hair falling in her face as she hugged her pillow tight to her body. She rose one leg higher over the other, the sheet falling to entangle with her feet, her legs and body now visible as her dress rose and hardly covered the swell of her ass.

She pressed her face into the pillow deeper, her thick lashes fluttering as she couldn't get over the dream that was running through her mind. Why did all of these images have to keep reappearing? She had long moved on from the past, pushing it behind her, but not getting over it.

"Come on Samantha, we both know that you're madly in love with me and that you'd do anything for me, so please just write the paper, I really need to bring my grade up or I'll be kicked off of the team."

"Why can't I just help you write it Ben? I have so much work to do."

"Why do you have to be such a little ungrateful bitch all the time Sam?" He said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm just tired."

"Don't lie to me."

He spat at her, getting in her face. She cringed back from him as he pressed her roughly against the wall of the bathroom stall she had met him in, once again. He applied enough pressure to her neck until she choked and her eyes watered.

"I didn't, I'm not." She whimpered, trying to make him believe her. "I'll do your paper, tonight. I promise Ben, you know I'd do anything for you."

"Good girl." He said with a smile, brushing his fingers through her hair. "I know you'd do anything for me, that's why I put up with your worthless ass. Now go, I don't want to look at you any longer."

She nodded and left quickly, trying to cover up her sadness and fear, brushing her fingers through her hair hastily.

Sammy choked on nothing but air as she had a fit of coughs and buried her head into the pillow, groaning. Why the hell did she have to remember things like that? Why did they have to surface now? She was not that girl any longer, nobody would over-power her like he did, especially not him.

Turning her head to look at the clock, she slowly sat up in her bed and then gasped, jumping as she noticed him standing at the end of the bed, watching her. How the hell did he get in here? She slowly brought her legs up the bed and crossed them, looking at him with rage written all over her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked slowly, trying not to yell at him in anger.

Benjamin stood in the room for less then a minute, watching her, admiring what he was able to see from her body, her curves visible thanks to her tight fitting dress, and her delicious little butt, small enough to fit in his hands...firm and probably soft as baby skin....

He didn't stood there only because he was horny as hell and wanted to fuck her...but also because he felt ashamed. Ashamed about what happened years ago when he was just a cruel kid who saw girls as playthings. Back then, Samantha was his favorite plaything, the only one who never said no to him...who did the lowliest things for him. She was clay in his hands and he had taken advantage of that more than once. Samantha was there, obviously affected by some nightmare....trashing and groaning in her sleep....probably because of what he had done.

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Flashback

The teacher was explaining some boring theory about protons and electrons and of course, the young star Benjamin Samson was not listening. He was too busy texting his friends and preparing the party that was going to happen that weekend. Lots of girls would be there....lots of chance to get laid for him. Especially since they would have won the State Championship...The game had not been played yet but Ben knew his team would win and he would be the MVP.

He had always been self confident. It was something his father had taught him. Never imagine you could fail. Once he ended his conversation with his friends on his cellphone, Benjamin brought his attention on Samantha Cox. The blonde was listening the teacher and taking notes, notes that she would gladly give to Ben in exchange for a kiss. This girl was pathetic...she would do anything to get his attention....Anything.

Benjamin grinned when one idea crossed his mind. He wrote down something on a little piece of paper and had it delivered to the chubby blonde. When she read it and looked at him, Ben smiled back. On the note it was written:

If you wish to be invited to the party this weekend, you will remove your panties right now and bring them to my desk. I really hope to see you saturday but I want to be sure that you love me for real....XXX Ben

Laughing sotfly, Benjamin waited for the girl's answer, drawing monsters on his book, never listening one word from the teacher.

After a few minutes, the school's superstar noticed Samantha wiggling on her chair. She was actually doing it! He would keep this pair of panties with his trophies...He never had played with such a gullible girl before. Benjamin had no intention whatsoever of giving her the REAL address for the party. Of course he was not interested in having her around when he would be able to flirt with sexy chicks and fuck their brains out.

Samantha then got up from her chair and walked to the front of the class with the excuse of throwing something to the garbage and she stopped by Ben's desk, putting a small pair of white cotton panties with Hello Kitty on them. The girl was blushing intensely and was trying to look calm but Ben knew that deep inside, Samantha Cox felt humiliated....It was probably too much for her but she was so attracted to him that she was ready to do everything to catch his eye.

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God he had been so cruel....And this was just one thing he had done to her. On that same say, in that same class, he had done many things to her, many things he now regretted.

He heard her move and slowly, she opened her eyes, surprised to see him in her room.

"What are you doing here?"

Lifting his hands defensively, Ben answered calmly: " I am sorry but the door was opened and unlocked. It might have been the wind but since no one was answering, I thought something was wrong...Sorry to have disturbed you in your sleep. Do you want me to come back at another time?"

Her former tormentor was genuinely apologizing even though he was sure she would never forgive him. He understood that but a mix of desire and curiosity forced him to still try, as if he had hope of surpassing her hatred.

Sammy gave him a glare of hatred as he raised his hands, as if surrendering when he knew he was at fault. Why the hell was he in her room? Was he really here to do that stupid project? Why did he care so much? She rolled her eyes as he spoke about worrying how the door was unlocked and no answer, as if. Just another scheme to humiliate her, to get revenge from her recent events probably, but she would be the one to come out on top this time.

"Do you want me to come back at another time?"

Sam rolled her eyes and let out an angry sigh before crossing her arms and shrugging. What she didn't know, is that a healthy amount of cleavage was showing at the moment, but she was too fumed to notice or at the least, care.

"You can do whatever you want. Well no you can't actually. You can a) leave. Or b) Tell me what exactly you came here for." Standing up slowly from the bed, she combed her fingers through her hair and gave him a look. "Don't tell me you're here to do that stupid assignment, that's not like you Benny." She teased before laughing harshly. "What's the real reason superstar?"

As she sat on her bed, slowly leaving the world of dreams and returning to reality, Ben stared at her, amazed by her transformation into such a bombshell. He kept having this reaction, a small part of him still unsure if it was true or not that this gorgeous girl was Samantha Cox. He stared at her generous cleavage displayed for him thanks for her position and the fact that the dress had been creased in her sleep.

When she gave him two choices, telling him that it wasn't like him to care for someone or be motivated in doing an assignment, Benjamin smiled.

"You are right Samantha, but it seems that you are not the only one who changed around here. But to be honest, I came to do the work but also to talk to you. I know I did some horrible things to you but I was young and stupid. I wanted to apologize about everything. I mean, we have this thing to do...let's do it. I'll move out of your way after if you want.

Sammy looked at him in disgust as she saw his eyes scanning over her body. She pulled the dress up so her breasts weren't so visible and then down at the bottom so it covered her ass more appropriately. She rested her weight all on one hip, one leg popped as she looked at him for an explanation.

"But I was young and stupid."

Her jaw tightened as her hands curled up in fists. She didn't have a chance to hear the rest of his words, she was busy fuming with anger. She glared at him and wanted nothing more than to pulverize him, but she knew she couldn't, and she wouldn't, she wasn't that low.

"Too young and stupid?! I was young and stupid too, blindly stupid! I mean what the hell was wrong with me, to actually care for someone like your stupid ass?!" She fumed. "I was even worse than you, and that's sad." She admitted, turning from him slowly as she ran her fingers through her hair and turned back to face him.

"You know what? I'm going to stick to what you said. We can get this thing done and over with, and then I'll have nothing more to do with you. But you listen to me carefully." She stepped closer to him and was now in his face. "If you try anything, anything at all, your balls are mine." She threatened before walking away and over to one of the doors leading out of the room.

"Go ahead and do what you have to, set your books up, whatever. I'm going to get a shower and change, the door will be locked, so don't bother trying to perv on me." She remarked before she walked into the room and shut the door rather loudly.

With a sigh, she walked over to her closet and looked for something to wear that would tempt him, but not make him rape her with his eyes. She didn't know, she'd decide after her shower.

Stepping into the shower, the only thing that was going through her mind was What the fuck do I do now? He had apologized to her, and seemed like he meant it, but that does not excuse what he did to her, not in the slightest. But what could she possibly do to him that would make him see how much he hurt her?

No..that's a stupid idea. But is it? Would it be so wrong to pay him back the same way he did her? She had already did that once, in the bathroom. What if she made him as much of a love sick puppy as he had made her? Flirt with him, but play hard to get until he comes after her? What if she actually made him fall in love with her, but then broke his heart?

A smile came onto Sammy's face as she finished her shower up and then walked into her room with a towel wrapped around her body. She walked over to her closet and decided not to be too slutty, with the clothes at least. She reached over and took out a matching black and red set of lingerie before slipping on a matching pair of short shorts and a tank top

Sammy checked herself over in the mirror with a smile as she let her hair fall down in damp curls before she walked out of her room and looked over to see him.

Ben understood quite well that his apologies wouldn't repair what he had done years ago. She was in her right to be angry and to hate him for the rest of her life. It was just bad that he had to work with her, especially since he had to get good grades in every goddamn class he had this year. Of course, he couldn't tell her that....in the mood she was in she would probably make sure he would fail.

The athlete cursed, thinking that if he had been nicer to her back in the day, she could have been his now....but thought back that she probably would have never turned into the sexy babe with an attitude she was now.

When she ordered him rudely to move out to prepare himself for work, Ben nodded and left the bedroom, moving in the living room to unpack his bag. They would have a few questionnaires to answer and would also need to prepare their own questionnaires for their partner. The exercise was based on self-analysis but also on the evaluation of the partner. Ben knew that this could be an opportunity to learn more about Sammy's years out of Clarkson and about how a chubby nerd like her had become a fake breasted emo with an attitude.

As he waited for her, he imagined her in the shower, naked and wished he could be there, either peeping on her or even better, in the shower with her. What he would do see her nice firm breasts naked....He would love to compare them with what she had back then.

Suddenly, he was brought back to reality when he heard her in the corridor, returning to the questionnaire and his books. When he saw her enter the room, his jaw almost dropped. Why in hell would she wear such an outfit if she didn't want to tease him? The tight fitting tank top and the short shorts were hugging her shape nicely and put in display her generous breasts while hugging her beautiful little ass and encasing it in lycra. Was it a cameltoe? Ben wasnt sure but he knew for certain that his erection had returned. He tried to hide it under a book, waiting for her to join him to start.

Sammy smiled softly as she saw his eyes glued to her body, this plan was going to be so easy to set up and follow through with. It was going to kill her to have to be such a slut around him, displaying her body like a piece of meat, but in the end, it would pay off, he'd be the one who was humiliated and sad.

Walking towards the living room where he sat at the couch, Sam sat on the couch slowly and brought her smooth legs up behind her, crossing them as she looked at him slowly, her eyes gazing into his as she ran her fingers through her hair, knowing he was staring at her.

"I'm ready to forgive you." She told him softly, looking away from him. Those were some of the hardest words she ever had to say, especially since she knew they weren't true, but it would be worth it in the end, he'd see.

"I'm tired of being angry, of hurting, of thinking 'what if', I just want to move on with my life, I'd like a do-over if you would, see if we can actually be friends."

Sammy reached down and grabbed the book off of his life and then laughed softly at what he had been trying to hide but had forgotten about it due to her words. She looked up at him with a smirk as she saw his bulging hard-on. She raised a brow and shook her head with a soft laugh.

"Let's start working on this, yeah?"

When she mentioned that she was ready to forgive him, Benjamin didn't believe her, having seen the hatred in her eyes earlier that day. For him, it was impossible that a simple shower could have made her change her mind. He then realized that she had finally realized how he had changed and how sorry he was for all the cruel things he had done to her.

Smiling, he answered: " I am glad you forgive me. Honestly, I was a moron back then....I should apologize to a lot of people but most of them left Clarkson for good. Lucky them. As for a fresh restart of our relationship, I am up for it."

Ben almost jumped out of the couch when she sat down and removed the book that was hiding his impressive hardon. He tried to ignore that she was staring at his crotch and took the opportunity she was offering to change his mind.

"Yeah let's start! Where do you suggest we start exactly? I am not quite sure which questionnaires to answer first....."

He kept looking at her with lustful eyes but less intensely and he hoped that this little exercise would help him discover the reasons of her physical and behavioral changes.

Sammy laughed softly at the enthusiasm in his voice to start the questioning. She shrugged as she was just as clueless as he was, she had no idea what she was doing. She only hoped she could make it through this project with a fake smile on her face, and not to rip his head off.

She looked up from the book she was looking at and arched a brow as she noticed a look of lust crossing through his orbs, gazing toward her. She rolled her eyes and then turned a few pages until she met a chapter review and then looked back up at him.

"How about we do this?" She asked pointing at the questions about the chapter covering human habits, tendencies to lie, comfort zones, and trust. "You might want to get a piece of paper out and record my reactions to your answers and my reactions to the questions in general." She told him while leaning over to grab her notebook and a pen, knowing very well that he could see her ass and if he was lucky, maybe the top her thongs.

"Question one." She said softly. "If any, how many best friend's do you have?" She asked him, looking up to watch his reaction to the question and write down a few things about it, including his answer, this was about letting people into your comfort zone.

"Question two." She said once he was finished with question one. "What are your bad habits? Good habits? Favorite sports?" She asked curiously, was he still a 'bad boy' to this day?

As the black haired girl grabbed her book, ready to start, Ben did the same and it still felt weird as if it was the first time in his life that he seriously undertook an assignment for school. All his life he had someone to do the job for him...his parents, his friends or Samantha Cox. Now she was with him, at less than two feet from him and he was doing the work WITH her! Strange.....

As she bent to grab a pen to write down his answers to her little questionnaire, Benjamin did like he always did: staring at her beautiful ass on display with that tight pair of shorts. He could clearly see the enticing little thong...red and black that was running between her cheeks. He had to restrain himself because all his hormones and his old habits were telling him to grab her delicate little butt and squeeze it and then pull down her shorts to access her more intimate zone.....

His hardon was almost unbearable but after a long breath, he took back control of his urges and started to answer her questions.

At her first question, he was about to answer rapidly when he realized that most of the guys he considered his bestfriends had either left Clarkson or were around him to get chicks or a place in the school's team. After a little hesitation, Benjamin answered: " I consider that have many friends but bestfriends? Maybe two or three maximum. As for my favorite sports, you certainly know how much I love hockey and football but I love all the sports except maybe golf...which I consider isn't sport at all."

He looked at her, observing her reactions and noting them on his own sheet while thinking about her next question. Bad habits, good habits.

"Back in the day, I was a heavy drinker and I was not a serious guy. I had the tendency to fool around and never take anything or anyone seriously. This changed. I have a focus now and I am driven by it. There is only one thing I cant change: I love women...a lot. I am more honest and more gentle but I am still attracted to woman intensely. That is why I cant stop looking at you like this. You've changed a lot Sammy....for the best honestly."

Sammy wrote his answers down, noting his reactions as she sat back on the couch, bringing her knees up as she placed the book on her propped up knees and wrote down quickly, looking up every few moments to catch the looks passing through his face.

"I love women...a lot." He told her truthfully before continuing.

Sammy blocked most of it out, surprised that he had admitted to looking at her in this way and telling her that he was still in love with all women and their bodies, causing Sammy's hands to ball up in fists as she rolled her eyes. He didn't love women, he liked to use them and their bodies for his own benefit. He never loved her and she loved him with everything she had in her.

"You've changed a lot Sammy....for the best honestly."

Sammy let out a long breath as she forced herself to smile, running her fingers through her hair gently. "No, it's okay."She said softly. "I know I've changed, and yeah, it was for the good." She tugged on her hair softly, looking away from him. "But I had to do it, I couldn't look at myself that way any longer." She said softly.

Benjamin took good note of Sammy's reaction when he mentioned his addiction to the opposite sex. It was clear for him that the girl was controlling herself and that she did not appreciate the comment he had just made. She said she was READY to forgive him, not that she had forgiven him. He understood pretty well that he had to gain her trust and that comments like this were not going to help him. He kept his observation for himself, writing comments about her physical reactions as well as the change of tone and the look she gave him.

Then at the mention of her transformation, Ben smiled softly. "I didnt mean that you were not cute back in the day...but that's it, you were a cute little girl and now you are a bombshell. Honestly if you have never told me your name, I would have never recognized you."

Browsing through his papers, he finally found his own questionnaire and, looking at her, asked: "How about you? You just returned to Clarkson. Any specific reason to return to a shithole like this? Is it because of your family, your friends, a boyfriend?"

Sammy's eyes had been trailing along her paper when he mentioned her being a bombshell and never recognizing her if she had kept it a secret. She scoffed softly and rolled her eyes with a quiet laugh as she placed the paper back down on her legs.

"I don't know whether I should be offended, or if I should take that as a compliment." She told him honestly. "And don't lie, I'm not upset. I know I wasn't cute back then, I was just a meek, average, naive, dumbass little girl who was living in a fantasy land." She told him bluntly. "The past's the past, we all have to move on some day."

Browsing through his papers, he finally found his own questionnaire and, looking at her, asked: "How about you? You just returned to Clarkson. Any specific reason to return to a shithole like this? Is it because of your family, your friends, a boyfriend?"[/QUOTE]

Acting as if nothing had just happened, she brought her knees up to her chest and layed her book on them, flipping through the pages as she noticed he had found his paper and was now scanning it. She let her eyes wander his body as his were currently occupied among the words on the paper. He hadn't changed much since they had parted, only grew stronger, older, a sense of maturity looming over him.

She clued back in as he mentioned a boyfriend, making her laugh. "You honestly think I would move back to this shithole town for a guy? Please. I don't need any men in my life." She told him with an arrogant smirk on her face. "And last time I checked Ben, I don't have any friends. I lost the few I had when I was in high school, and we both know how that story goes.." She trailed off with a soft sigh.