Dear Diary... (Closed!)

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Little_Red_Rose

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It wasn't really easy being the new girl. Constantly, year after year, I would have to find new friends and that was the hardest part; it seemed that everyone already had their own group of friends and I was always the outsider. That's not to say that I never had people trying to talk to me, but that was usually due to me having a luscious body (as most men would tell me). That seemed flattering at first, but after a while it just got a bit redundant. So much so, that I began to ignore most popular guys right off the bat.

Due to a lack of any real lasting companionship (my parents and I moved practically every year), I would find myself writing down everything, from my emotions to secrets, down in this neat diary; up until I lost it.

"Damn it!" I thought to myself, panicking as I searched through the school library. The bell rang about two minutes ago and seeing how I had an exam...well, I had to hurry up. "I'll try later..." I then thought, running over to my class, wearing a black top and black jeans, with a chain sticking out. I had gone over this heavy metal phase, seeing how it kept the stuck up cheer leathers and snobs away. Both complimented my figure anyway, as my breasts were well snug inside the top and my plump ass was well showed off. Not that I was trying to impress anyone, mind you.
 
Ahhh, the library. A place where someone can sit down and merely do a little research when they have some free time. Or in Damian's case, somewhere he could sit down and catch a few Z's before the next class started. Whatever was good too.

Damian was never one for the whole "reading" fad. Hell, he wasn't all that much for school. But he was forced to go by his mother and father, and he did try. He just...wasn't that good. His attention span was drawn elsewhere. It was a curse. He was a rather good looking kinda guy too. his hair was black and shaggy, his clothing consisted of an AC/DC shirt down at the edges of his sleeves, he wore a necklace that consisted of a peace sign, given as a present to him from his little sister, and his jeans were blue and full of holes. Right now, as he sat in the library, his eyes drifting closed...

When the bell rang. He jumped to his feet and immediately, robotically, walked to the door, when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. A little book that seemed to stick out from under a pile of books that sat on one of the tables. Why did that grab his attention? He didn't know. So, he grabbed the corner and pulled it out, seeing it was a plain notebook. He opened it.

PROPERTY OF SOPHIE MILROY.

Hello hello.
 
I was biting my pencil as I went through the math quiz. It wasn't that I wasn't sure of my answer, but worried that someone were to find my diary. Would they care? Would they publish it around the school as to humiliate me? I hoped not. Maybe if I was lucky, the diary would either still be there after class or whoever found it would just throw it away. Maybe...just maybe.

Soon enough, I was done and left the class. I rushed to the library of course, but it was closed.

"God damn it."
I thought to myself, heading towards the cafeteria. Maybe I could just find something to get my mind off this.
 
Damian found himself mesmerized by the book as he chewed on his pencil, walking down the hallway as his eyes scanned from left to right, reading it word for word. This Sophie Milroy, will, a good portion of the male populace knew about Sophie. It was hard not to when the main things you hear about the hot new chick was the fact she had an amazing rack and a tappable ass.

It was interesting looking into the inner workings of a girl. She liked guys that took charge and stuck out of the crowd. Well, he didn't know about taking charge, but considering he was a strange combination of rocker and hippie, there was a god way to stick out.

She hated "streotipical" jocks and nerds. Well, good, he was neither.

Her biggest weakness was soft and gentle kisses on the neck and ear, and gentle whispers. A wicked little grin crossed his face. how very interesting.

He turned the page as he decided to kick back in the cafeteria. Sitting near the back, his feet kicking up on one of the lunchroom tables, he cracked the diary open again and read once again. His pencil was once again covered in bite marks. This was a good read he wouldn't deny. And it gave him plenty of...Ammo, persay.
 
There was no use. I couldn't get my mind off of the situation at hand, it just felt so damn embarrassing. Here I was at a new school and I quite possibly already ruined everything going for me. Just fantastic. I was sitting alone at the table, hoping that my small group of friends were to show up pretty soon. Something about eating alone always got to me. And I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was out there, reading my diary.

I poked around my food some, but I knew I wouldn't be able to eat. So I pick up my tray and was ready to throw it all away. Sure it was a waste but...whatever.
 
"Hey."

The voice came from someone she never heard of before. It belonged to Damian, naturally. In his arm was a bundle of books that belonged to the classes he was forced to go to. In his other hand, he was sipping on a Dr. Pepper he bought. he stared at the girl as she walked up to throw it away. Hell, he got a nice little view of the girl.

..

She was pretty cute.

"Sophie Milroy, right?"
 
"Sophie Milroy, right?" I heard someone call to me. After discarding my tray, I turned back to see a familiar face. I couldn't place a name on the man, but he looked pretty familiar. Probably from one of my classes. I didn't know why he was talking to me though...

"Uh...yeah. Who just might you be?"
I answer, trying to be as polite as possible. Hey, at least he wasn't wearing the same clothing as everyone else. Thank god for that.
 
'Should I tell her what I know?' He thought to himself, before he caught himself staring at her VERY generous bust of a chest. Averting his eyes before she could notice, he cleared his throat. Either use it to his advantage and hopefully get some, and therebag be scumbag Numero Uno...or ask her out on a date, knowing some secret stuff about her that could easily use his advantage, but feel like Scumbag Numerous Unoon the inside.

Eh, he'd figure it ou. Right now it was still in the introduction phase.

"I'm Damian." he said. "Damian Estevez."
 
"I'm Damian." he said. "Damian Estevez."

"Nice to meet you Damian."
I say smiling, extending my hand to him. It was nice to give out a proper introduction. "ACDC huh? Awesome!" I then add, seeing how rare it was for someone to have such a taste in music around these parts. It still occurred to me that I had to search for my diary. Maybe the library was open now?

"I hope you don't mind, but I really have to go now. I'll talk to you later." I say, waving off. If my memory served correct, we would see other in History, which was coming up in about twenty minutes. I couldn't waste any second...
 
She was a quick little thing. He barely had a chance to say something before she was off,w aving ot him and giving him the promise of "talking to him later". He winced as she walked off, now with the heavy burden of the diary, which seemed to be a thousand pounds in his arms.

However, inner pervert he was, his eyes trailed down her back and-

God damn now THAT is an ass! Can I get some fries with that shake?

He shook his head and took a deep breath. well, maybe he could follow her! Not much of a scene wherever she was heading. So, he took a deep breath, and followed after her, trying to keep pace.
 
I tried opening the door again. Damn it, it's still closed...

I suppose that maybe, I was overreacting. After all, what good was it to someone? It wasn't as if I was some huge star and everyone wanted some dirt of me. So I took a deep breathe and just tried to be nonchalant. It didn't matter. Why would it?

I turn back and see Damian there, walking towards the library.

"Oh hey again." I say, now feeling a bit more at ease. "The library is closed, if you were thinking of going there."
 
"Glad I caught you again." he said to her as he walked up to her. He knew there was still some time before class, so if there was ever a time to do this. Take a deep breath. What should he do? Go for the scumbag approach or...

Taking a deep breath, he reached into the bundle of books he had, and pulled out her diary, holding it to her.

"This yours?
 
"This yours?" he said, handing over to me my precious diary. My heart leaped of course, so much that I went to give him a hug. What a relief this was! So much for nonchalant. But then, I realized that maybe, he had read the book? Oh god.

"Um...you didn't read it right?" I then asked cautiously, holding the book tightly, as if it was going to fly away.
 
"Maybe I did." he said. Oh grow a set, Damian. If you were gonna get anywhere in life, now was not the time to be such a goodie goodie. So, he crossed his arms and looked down at her. His eyes met with her clevage.
 
"Maybe I did."

The nerve of this guy. He was so blunt about it and here he was, just staring down at my chest. I didn't quite know what to say, as this was exactly what I feared was going to happen. "What good is the information to you anyway? It's not like I'm popular." I then say, hoping that he didn't actually read anything.
 
"True, but that's not to say there are other people who wouldn't like that information." he said with a shrug. "And even then, I can just as easily spread it to the whole school." he tapped himself on the temple. "I may not be big on smarts but this thing is a trap when it comes to stuff I wanna keep around. So here's how this works out."

Hge leaned against the wall.

"Either I go ahead and tell everyone in this school your deepest, DARKEST secrets..." he said with very heavy emphasis on darkest. And apparently she had quite a few.

"Or you do a few things for me."
 
Leaning against the wall, he practically blackmailed me. "Either I go ahead and tell everyone in this school your deepest, DARKEST secrets..." he said as I nearly had a heart attack. I didn't know what he knew but...I couldn't risk it. I had done a few things that were against school rules and could get myself expelled. Not to mention, the things about me explaining what I like would definitely get me the wrong kind of attention...

"Or you do a few things for me."

I didn't like it, but I had to do so. "Okay fine. What sort of things?" I then asked.
 
"Oh..." Eyes drawn once again to the breasts once again. Hm. A little chuckle crossed his voice as he looked at the library. Hell, he knew how to get into almost every building in the damn school really. Sometimes he had to hide out. So grabbing his unbent paper clip, he slipped it into the keyhole. A few secondsof tinkering, a little click, and he opened the door.

"Get in." He told her.
 
I saw him reach out for a paper clip, bending it as he fumbled with the lock. I shake my head in disbelief and say "You're not going to unlock"- but was cut off, with the noise of it opening. "Get in." he stated simply. Hesitantly, I walked into the door, not knowing what to expect from him.
 
"So." he said as he stepped in, locking it behind him. Not counting the light that shined in from the hall, the insides of the library were almost fucking pitch dark. He smirked a little bit as one hand wrapped around her shoulders, wrapping around it. "I was thinking that you and me could have a little fun." One hand cupped her breast as he did that.

And now for a little added weakness. He leaned in to her ear, smirking to himself as he whispered. "Whatcha say?" he whispered. "Little fun sound good?"
 
The place was dark...So dark that I couldn't really see much in front of me. That seemed to work for Damian's advantage as his arm wrapped around me, holding me like some kind of prize as his hand cupped my breast. With a whispered, really close to my ear, he said softly "Whatcha say? Little fun sound good?"

He really did read my diary...

"Damn you..." I say softly.
 
"Oh relax." he continued to whisper as one hand slipped into the fabric of her shirt and grabbed the fullness of her breast, squeezing the soft flesh for all it was worth as the other hand reached down and cupped the plump ass she strut around, showing off proudly. "So, I think the first thing we can do..." he whispered, chuckling softly.

"Is maybe miss the next few classes>" A soft kiss to her ear, a wicked grin. "now let's take care of these pesky clothes, huh?"
 
The only noises were of my heavy breathing, as his hand felt up my breasts, squeezing as much as he could as his other hand drifted to my plump backside...
"So, I think the first thing we can do..." he whispered, kissing my ear ""Is maybe miss the next few classes?"

"now let's take care of these pesky clothes, huh?"


And so I did, by pulling off my top and then undoing my jeans. Why did he have to find my diary? As I thought about that, I undid my bra and then pulled out my panties, standing there naked. I wasn't sure if he was, due to the light...
 
She was very compliant, he wasn't gonna deny that as he took a step back, allowing her plenty of room to take her clothes off. He could see well enough in the dark as his eyes scanned down her body. Flat stomach, big breasts, cute little face, shaved pussy, and of course that brilliant ass that just wouldn't stop. He smirked a little bit, crossing his arms.

"God, you are gorgeous." he admited as he walked around her, hands reaching up and grabbing her breasts, now free from the confines of her bra. His eyes shined evily in the little light the library had to work with. A squeeze to the breasts, a hard grab at the as, squeezing the softness of her ass, and smirked, before he undid his jeans slowly, letting them and his boxers drop to the ground.

"First thing first, I think." he said, conversationally, as if he wasn't blackmailing her into doing all this. "How about you use that pretty little mouth of yours, and see how well you can suck?" he smirked. Indeed, his cock was hard, seeking for attention.
 
"God, you are gorgeous." he told me, just as I felt his hands go to my breasts, squeezing a bit before going to my backside and feeling it up too. Then, I heard his pants fall, as the belt clinked to the floor. "How about you use that pretty little mouth of yours, and see how well you can suck?" he said evily.

"You bastard..."
I say softly, going on my knees. My hands reach out and feel a large shaft poking at me. With a sigh, my mouth goes to it and tongue touches the tip...
 
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