I guess there are worse things than being locked in a library in the middle of the night with a guy that could see you on fire and not be bothered enough to piss on you to put you out isn't the worst thing that could happen to me... but it is certainly up there with being locked in a freezer with a psycho-maniac and having your face pecked off by starving vultures. All three are equally horrifying.

I'm not just a nerd, though. I'm the nerd, the sarcastic asshole, and the schools "freak" because I like the color black and dabble in witchcraft once in a while. I guess that having an academic scholar for a dad and a mom who looked like Morticia Adams from the Adams Family made it to where you adapt personality traits from both sides, and I happened to be the perfect mix of my mom and dad.

My mom is beautiful, but she's the weird beautiful that's almost enchanting and scary. She has long, very dark hair that makes her bright green eyes stand out a lot. She's thin, trim, and she has a perfect body for someone that had a son. She doesn't look old, even though she's in her late thirties, and she could simply pass for my sister, or better yet a model. Her skin is porcelain white, and has a glow to it that nobody else seemed to be able to have. She is smart in different ways than my dad. She's got a lot of witchcraft knowledge and she uses sarcasm as a "shield from stupidity" she had told me a few dozen times when someone made her angry.

My dad is more of the football type, with short cut hair and muscles you wouldn't believe were real. His hair was dark, but you could see a little of the grey coming in, just not a lot yet. He looks like a jock, but has the brain of a nerd. He graduated high-school when he was 16, and graduated college with a bachelor's degree in psychology and mathematics. He's doesn't discipline like normal parents because "how are you ever going to learn if you don't experience it yourself?" he'd commonly say to me whenever I'd gotten myself in trouble. I rarely got in any major trouble anyway, but he'd never been big on discipline anyway. My dad's favorite way to solve a problem is "using logical thinking" and "studying statistics." He respects everyone and their opinions as well. He doesn't care if you are black, white, Mexican, or if you are pink with black and white polka-dots. He doesn't care if you are gay, straight, asexual, or any other kind of sexuality, so long as you don't give him too much information on it, he could care less. I guess that is just the "It doesn't involve me, don't tell me about it" in him.

I myself use logical thinking, and I can see why I'd get the nerd label, but I don't understand the Satanist label I'd somehow acquired. I was in no way a Satanist, but I really didn't care either way.

I wish I could say I was a mix of my parents in looks as well, but I only resemble my mother, not my father. My hair is long, dark, and straight. My favorite way to wear it is in a pony-tail so that I don't have to deal with it in my face. I'm really slim... sadly. I don't want to be fat; I just want to not be so skinny. Like, muscular, and the like. I have green eyes like my mom. Everyone says I glow like her, make the entire room uncomfortable, just from how "startlingly beautiful" I am, according to me only friend, Adrian.

Adrian had been crushing on Nick Peters since middle school, and here I am, possibly the only guy in the world that hates him more than life itself could ever imagine, locked in a dammed library with him.

"I can't believe you got us locked in a FUCKING LIBRARY!" he yelled, slamming his fist down on the table in front of him, glaring at me like I killed his mom or something. Funny, I don't remember stabbing his dog.

"Oh yes," I said sarcastically, "I purposefully locked myself in a library all night long with a narcissistic asshole! It's part of my evil plot to hunt down your mother and rape her." I looked at him, watching as his face went pale a little. I don't really see why he is so fucking popular because he is a real dick sometimes.

Not saying he isn't attractive because Nick looks like an American Eagle or Abercrombie and Fitch model. He's got muscles, the kind that everyone wants, and he's got tanned skin, and dark hair that's just long enough to make you want to pull on it. His eyes are utterly gorgeous, dark brown eyes and lips that make you want to devour. But that's just if you look hard enough to see it. If you don't look hard enough all you see is a gorgeous smile, nice eyes and abs, abs, and even more abs. I hate his fucking abs, and his freaking smile and eyes and ugh I just hate him.

I thought dryly as I looked up at him. He's so much taller than me, it's basically depressing.

"You little prick," he said glaring down at me as he pushed me. "You are SO lucky that I can't kill you and get away with it, because if I could, I would." He said, and I giggled, lowering my lashes at him.

"Oh kinky," I said with venom in my voice. "I love being fucked with a knife, its better than any enema can ever give you." I said. They don't call me a sarcasm-Jedi for no reason. I really don't see why anyone thinks he's so amazing... he's just like me except more muscular and pea-brained.

"You're one sick fuck," he said, his face pale, and I giggled, making myself flush a little, and stepped closer to him, running my fingers down his clothed chest a little.

"Oh, would you like to find that out for sure?" I said, and his eyes widened, looking shocked. I couldn't help but laugh at that—probably not the smartest thing to do to an over egoistical prick like Nick, but I couldn't help it, he looked shocked and confused as to why I'd be flirting with him. I wasn't flirting with him. It's called sarcasm.

"No," he said too quickly, and pushed me away from him. I stumbled, shocked, back into a table. "Oh shit, sorry," he said, leaning over me a little so he could look at me.

"Not bad for someone who supposedly doesn't like it rough, right?" I asked him sarcastically. He glared at me, and threw a wicked look at me, looking pissed off. I almost giggled again.

"Cut the sarcasm," he said, glaring down at me from above me.

"Got a chainsaw?" I asked, and he slammed his fist down on the table beside my head and I glared up at him as I jumped. "You prick," I snapped, pushing his chest. He didn't reply, just stared down at me like he was waiting on a sign. "Stop staring at me like that," I grumbled, pushing him off of me with a strength I didn't know I had, "it's creeping me out."

He laughed, "oh so little mister 'scared of nothing Satanist' is creeped out by a jock. Good to know," he said, and I glared at him.

"A lot of teasing for someone who doesn't want to fuck me," I said sarcastically, and sat down in one of the old, smelly, dusty chairs gracefully. "But what do I know about teasing, right?" I asked, and he blushed a deep red color that made me laugh. "Oh so you want to fuck me, don't you?" I said, giggling and smirking at him.

"Of course not," he snapped, glaring at me heatedly. I giggled, and stood up then pushed him down into the couch beside the seat I was sitting in. He let out a shallow breath as he looked up at me, watching me. I leaned over him, making him hold his breath.

"I think I make you nervous," I said, looking down at him. "I think that's why you were so distraught when you found out we were trapped in here, and you immediately blamed me, but secretly, you didn't care that much, did you?" I asked him cockily, looking into his dark eyes. He bit his lip, looking around at everything but me. "I've noticed you looking at me before, you know? I saw you staring at me, but every time I caught you, you turned it into a glare," I said, coming up with this stuff off the top of my head. I'd seen him glance at me, but most of his looks were eat shit and die looks, not I want to fuck you looks.

"Y-you lie," he said, licking his lips nervously. I shook my head no, and listened closely as his breathing spiked a little at my close proximity. He might be a real prick, but this guy doesn't do well in stressful situations.

"I can hear your heart beating," I said slowly, my lips close to his ear, and I felt him shiver lightly. "I can feel you trembling and I know that licking your lips is your nervous habit. You haven't pushed me off of you, and that speaks louder than anything you could say ever will." I said, and he blushed, clenching his jaw but didn't speak. "I think you want to kiss me," I said, watching him closely. "I think you want to bend me over the desk," I said, my voice whispered, and I felt him go rigid under me. "I think you want to fuck me," I said, and he looked around at everything but me.

"Shut up." He said his voice deathly low.

"You know you want me," I said, testing him. He was close to breaking. "Do you want to bend me over right here, and fuck me? I think you have a beast locked away in a cage, and you're afraid to let him out," I said, I could feel his warm body, feel it under me, feel it warming up to an almost dangerous temperature, "but if you let him out to play, I promise I won't let him down," I said, my voice low and teasing... testing. I knew he was close now; I just have to keep it going.

"Stop." He commanded but I didn't listen.

"I think you are just dying for someone to play with the beast you've got hidden away... I think he is desperate to play, and you are fighting it back as hard as you can, but I don't want you to fight him back. I want you to let him out to play with me." I said, nibbling on his ear softly. I knew I was playing with fire, but at the moment I don't care.

"Stop it, Asher." He said. His voice was strong, but I was stronger.

I have to step it up, so I'm going to do something daring, something that'll ultimately lead to either me getting fucked senseless or me being dead in the morning. I guess I'll find that out here in a couple moments. I sat down in his lap, straddling his thighs and I felt him, hard as a rock pressing into my ass. I smirked, and rubbed my ass into him, "You're so very hard, Nick, I think it's time to play," I said, over exaggerating the 'a' in play.

Out of nowhere his hand came up and gripped the hair at the back of my hair, pulling it roughly making me whimper and my dick jumped in my pants. "I told you to stop, but you didn't listen like the slut you are," he said, pulling it harder. I couldn't lie, I was partly afraid of this side of him, but the other side of me, the horny side of me didn't mind it one little bit. "I could tell just by the way you walk you are a dirty little slut, but I got to give you credit, you are an observant slut." He said, and then kissed my pulse point, making me whimper.

"T-thank you," I stuttered out, moaning as he bit into my neck. I was so horny, I didn't care what he did to me, or how he did it, I just wanted it. All the teasing had me practically dripping in my pants, and I knew that I'd never be able to last long in this situation. His hands went down my back and cupped my ass; I pushed back into his hands, making sure he got a handful of my ass. His teeth bit roughly into my neck and I was absolutely positive I'd never felt anything hurt so good. I've always loved pain, there is nothing better than feeling the burning sting of a smack and the essence of vulnerability that lingers on you after you've been taken to the point you can't move.

He didn't waste his time speaking to me, he just let one of his hands pull back away from my ass before he smacked it roughly, startling a moan out of me. I couldn't help but let out a loud whine and push into his hand. It felt so damn good.

I fought with his pants, desperate to feel anything from him at all. I moaned out loudly as his hands roughly worked my ass through my jeans. I love this feeling; I

his hands on my ass. I used my shaky hands to run my fingers over him through his pants, and he grunted quietly. He pushed me off his lap and I landed on my ass on the floor hard, and he laughed as I looked up at him. "Don't just stare at me; I want you to suck my dick... now."

I found myself blushing a little, and I crawled up to him. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slowly. I couldn't wait to see him; I couldn't wait to see his entire body under me. I knew that he was hard, hot, and big... but I wanted to see him, feel him. I pulled at his jeans and he pushed his hips up so I could pull them off, his boxers coming with them. I could finally see him.

He's big, that's for sure, bigger than I have taken, and I am slightly excited. I took him in my hand, running my fingertips over him in awe. I couldn't believe how beautiful he was, how hard, yet soft he was... he felt like velvet steel in my hand, and I loved it.

He was long and thick, and his dick is slightly darker than his skin. He had a light pink tip, and he was shaved, completely so, and he is velvety soft to the touch, yet still so hard in some way.

He wrapped my hair around his hand once, and tugged it, making me gasp. I wrapped my hand around him, running my hand over him, making him groan a little. He looked down at me as I stared at his dick hungrily. I was so horny, and he was so hard... I couldn't wait to have him devour me. I let my hand fall back as I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth. His hand gripping my hair harder than before, "Fuuuck," he groaned out, making me suck him a little harder.

I bobbed my head on him, taking a little more of him down my throat every time. It shocked me that I actually managed to take over three quarters of him in my mouth, because he was really big. I had only deep-throated a handful of times, and the guys were never this big, or thick. I took him like a pro though, and loved every minute of it.

He let me set my own pace at first, but I could tell he was getting impatient with my slow, steady pace. I liked that.After he got tired of waiting on me to speed up, he used his grip on my hair to move me at his pace instead of mine, and I felt good with that. It was amazing how well I was taking him.

He forced my head down, forced me to take more of him. I gagged a little around him, feeling myself go a little light headed. I hadn't taken him out of my mouth yet, and I hadn't been breathing because I was too caught up in tasting him, feeling him deep in my mouth.

I coached myself into breathing through my nose as I let him set the pace for me to suck him, him basically fucking my face. It had me so,

hard and I could feel myself dripping in my underwear. It almost felt like he was getting bigger and bigger in my mouth as he was going in and out of my mouth.

I was so horny for him. I continued sucking him, looking up at him as he moved himself in my mouth, my tongue working him. I have never been this into sucking someone before.

He pulled me up into his lap, and pulled my shirt off, throwing it away from me. "Fucking slut," he ground out, "I bet you planned this, didn't you? You wanted to get laid so bad you got us locked in a library so that you could get your slutty little ass fucked, didn't you?" he asked, and I shook my head no as he bit and sucked on my neck. I didn't think I could manage a yes or no to answer him, so I just shook my head. He smirked and his lips were so close to mine, and I was begging to close the distance between us, but I didn't want to freak him out. I waited on him, staring at him slowly. "I-I," he stuttered out suddenly shy. "I don't really know what I'm doing," he admitted, blushing.

I looked at him for a second, shocked. How was he not sure what to do? Only a virgin wouldn't know... "You're a virgin?" I asked him in a quiet whisper. I didn't know if I could believe that.

"I've only really sexted, you know, because I've never gotten hard with anyone..." he admitted his face red as a beat. "You laugh at me and I'll pound you into the floor with my fist," he growled at me.

"That's what you are supposed to do, nimrod," I said sarcastically. "Pound me into the floor with a fist, sounds kinky. I like kinky," I said, smirking at the fact that even as I was in this situation I could still keep my sarcastic attitude.

He groaned and glared up at me. "I can't believe I'm fixing to fuck your sarcastic ass," he said, rolling his eyes at me.

"You can always fuck yourself," I said, and he grunted and unbuttoned my pants, shoving me up out of his lap so he could rip my jeans and underwear off of me. He then pulled me against his body, kissing me on the lips. The kiss wasn't lustful, like I thought it'd be. It was soft, and his lips were just rough enough to be a man's, his body hard against mine. I pushed his shirt up, and he parted our bodies long enough to get his shirt off of him.

My hands explored his muscular, firm, abdomen. I loved the feeling of his muscles under my hands, his lovely, lovely smooth skin felt like heaven under my fingertips and I wanted more. He kissed me, his hand caressing my face softly as he cupped my cheek. His soft touches confused me, I was used to the rough touches from every guy I'd been with this way, and I didn't know how to take this. His hand slid around from my cheek to the back of my head, and he weaved his fingers through my hair. I moaned quietly into his mouth as our lips moved together. Slowly, passionately, it was sweet and our lips didn't fight for dominance, I just gave in, and we let each other explore our mouths.

He pulled back a second, looking me in the eyes with his dark, beautiful eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispered, shocking me. How did me teasing him to be an asshole turn into this? All I was trying to do was be a prick and now here I am, breathing heavy, leaning into his touch, and yearning for him. I didn't yearn for anyone, especially not Nick Peters.

Nervously, I licked my lips and looked up at him, shy all of the sudden. I didn't know that I would be in this situation. I figured that he'd snap and slap me across the face or yell at me, or anything, but I didn't expect him to kiss me, I didn't expect to like it as much as I did. I didn't think about it, because I knew that if I thought about it I'd back out, I just kissed him. I let out a tiny whimper as his hands gently picked me up by my hips and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He sat me down on one of the library desks, my ass pressed against the cool wood, making me whine a little. Why wasn't he being rough? Five minutes ago he was pulling my hair and choking me with his dick and now he's being gentle?

"W-what happened to the rough touches?" I whimpered out, feeling awkward and out of place. I hadn't ever been treated this way; I didn't know how to take it, or how to respond to it.

"Is there something wrong with this?" he asked me, and I shook my head no watching as he gently ran his hands over me. He leaned forward and kissed me; his hands came up and played with my nipples as he kissed me.

I blushed as he picked me up again and dropped me down to the floor, immediately getting on top of me. I moaned feeling his erection pressed on mine. He didn't waste time this time; apparently feeling me against him had the same effect it did on me, on him. "I don't have a condom," he ground out, rubbing against me. I giggled, and shook my head. I didn't know whether or not I had one or not, but finding my pants would take time, and I didn't want to wait.

"I don't want to wait. I don't care, just fuck me," I moaned, feeling him rubbing against me. I didn't know if I could take not feeling him inside me, and I didn't want to wait on it. I just want him, and I want him now.

"Are you sure?" he got out, and I nodded, pushing against him desperately. He pressed his tip against my ass, and I whimpered a little, nervous. I had been fucked, I'd had sex plenty of times, and I knew that I had to get past the pain to get to the pleasure but I was a little nervous about his size. Every time I have sex the guy I'm with gets bigger, and I have to get through the pain to get the pleasure, I know that, but the nerves were still there. He pushed my legs up and got in-between them.

He pushed into me, and immediately I whimpered, realizing that I hadn't ever had a guy without lotion, or lube, or something to help with the process. I tried to keep my mouth shut, knowing if he thought he was hurting me he'd stop completely. I threw my arm over my face, arching my back and biting my lip. The pain is intense, and I didn't know if I could take him all. I felt my eyes prick, and I fought back tears. "You aren't in yet?" I asked him, my voice strained slightly.

"Not yet," he said, and pushed a little farther in. "Do I need to stop?" he asked, and I frantically shook my head no. If he stopped I would have the pain anyway, and I wouldn't feel any pleasure at all. I didn't want that. I'd have to go through it worse the second time and I didn't think that I could take it then.

"Just push down on my stomach," I commanded, keeping my back arched. "And just push into me slower, it's okay... just slowly" I said and he nodded, doing as I said.

I finally felt his pelvis press against my ass. I let out a moan, arching my back and biting into my arm. The pain was bad, but I liked it at the same time... part of me, the part of me that seems to think I'll be able to walk after him fucking me raw into the ground before I adjust wanted me to move against him, and get him to go now, but the rational part of me, the part that knew if I did that, I wouldn't be walking out of this library tomorrow so I took my time, and breathed. I finally relaxed, finally, after what felt like forever. "Slow," I said my voice a little shriller than normal. I couldn't believe this was happening.

He slowly pulled his dick out of me, and then pushed forward, being gentle. I let out a tiny moan, loving the feeling running through me. I was in pain, intense pain, but I loved it too. It felt good, yet horrible and I was dripping onto my stomach as he slowly moved into me.

He set the pace slow, and I felt every inch of him moving in me, but soon enough I was used to it and it wasn't enough. I wanted more. "N-nick, more," I coughed out, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down to me. He moved his hips faster into me, allowing me to maneuver him down to my lips. I kissed him, pulling on the ends of his short hair, moaning into his mouth.

I loved it, I felt like I was flying.

His body moved against me, and he was deep inside me, but not deep enough. He was roughly moving into me now, and I let myself arch up into him, moving my hips in sync with him.

"Ahhh," I whined out, feeling his dick touch a place inside me I'd been desperate for him to find. It felt so good, feeling him deep inside of me. "I-I need y-you ah-ah-ah deeper," I managed to get out, and he nodded, biting my lip.

I knew he was as deep as he could go with this position but I knew one we could do that he'd go deeper. "How?" he growled out, and slammed into me once, making me mewl loudly and tug his hair.

"C-change positions, ahhh" I cried out, and he pulled out of me, making me whimper at the loss. I hated him pulling out of me more than I hated anything in that moment. I bent over the library table, the cool wood pressing against my stomach and my dick. He immediately got behind me and started to fuck me again.

This position is perfect. He was deep in me, his dick repeatedly touching that spot inside me that had me falling apart. I gripped the edge of the table in my hands, "Mmmmm, mmmmm, nnn, mmm, y-yes ha-harder," I got out, and he gripped my hips harder, pistoning into me harder than ever. I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and I was very glad that we were alone, because the fear of someone seeing us scared me. I didn't what to think about what he'd do in that situation... Mr. popular-straight-ladies' man caught fucking the schools freakish satanic nerd... that'd certainly freak him out a little bit.

"S-shit," he groaned out, "you are so tight around me," he said, and I giggled a little bit, choking down a moan. He pushed into me harder for laughing at him, and I jumped, feeling myself pulse and I came for all I was worth against the desk. I was so sensitive, and he didn't stop moving, my body was floating higher than ever before, and I didn't know what to do. My hands were gripping at the edges of the table, and my ass was still pulling him into me, my entire body was just jelly.

"A-ahhh Nick, s-shit," I cried out, pulling his hair tiredly, my body barely managing to find the strength to keep moving against him. It was amazing my body could move after that orgasm, much less that it could be wanting more. I didn't know how much more I could take though.

He didn't stop moving, and I didn't stop crying out, whimpers and mewls and a couple loud moans tearing their way out of my throat. I found myself on the brink of cumming again, and I didn't know I could do that a second time after how mind-bogglingly sensitive I was. How the fuck am I supposed to walk? He pulled out of me and picked me up and moved me to the couch, and I whimpered at the loss, but I didn't have to yearn for long before he was back into my body.

I moaned loudly feeling him back inside me, and he moved his body again, and I felt him going deeper and harder and my body was flying and my mind was broken and I was going crazy, clawing at his back and biting at his neck, my body doing whatever it wanted at this point. I had no idea how to even stop myself and I didn't really care anyway, I was in pure heaven feeling his dick deep inside me, pulling in and out and I was desperate to feel him even deeper. The more he moved the deeper he went, and the deeper he went the more I was falling apart at the seams.

"S-shit Ash I'm gonna..." he ground out, and I moaned and pulled my body away from him, getting down in front of him and jerking him off with my mouth opened, his tip pressed against my tongue. He groaned and cummed, his cream filled my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could, some escaping my mouth. When I was sure he was done, I pulled away from him and wiped up his cum with my fingers and I licked it off, and then gripped my dick in my hand.

Nick got down on his knees in front of me and watched me as I jerked myself off, moaning loudly. He watched me as I got myself off, and he was breathing heavy just like me, his face red, and his dick hard again. I blushed a little bit as I cummed all over myself. Nick pulled me forward and made me straddle his lap again, kissing me softly. "Nick..." I whimpered out.

When he pulled away from my lips I looked down at him, my fingers going to the back of his hair. We waited for a few minutes for our hearts to stop beating so fast, his arms around my waist and my head on his chest.

I thought tiredly as my eyes forced themselves closed, and the last thing I felt was Nick's warm body pressing against mine, and his scent cascading into my senses.

I woke up to the sun shining in on me, and I was cuddled up to someone. I was momentarily confused until I really woke up and realized that I'd had sex with Nick. I didn't want to wake up Nick, but I knew that I couldn't get up without waking him up.

I pulled myself out of his arms, and his eyes slowly cut open, staring at me shocked. Before he spoke I saw the look in his eyes, the look of regret and it broke me. "Ash... I don't know what to say," he finally spoke after a few minutes of silence between us.

I pulled myself away from him, blushing brightly, feeling embarrassed for the first time in my life. I pulled on my pants, boxers be dammed. I couldn't see them on the ground, so I figured they'd disappeared. I was partly hurt, because he looked so regretful.

I didn't want to be something he regretted, and I didn't even mean for it to happen. I was just being a prick. I don't care if he didn't enjoy it, I don't care if he regrets it, I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I couldn't care less. He's only Nick Peters. I don't care what Nick thinks of me. I don't care. I really don't care. I suddenly felt tears pricking at the back of my eyes.I thought, my back to Nick who I could feel staring at me. "Stop staring at me, asshole." I growled out, and wiped at my eyes.

I thought, he probably thought it was funny.

"Asher..." he said, coming up behind me and putting a hand on my back softly.

"Fuck you," I said, and pulled away from him and turned around to face him. "I didn't want this. I was perfectly fine hating your guts! I didn't want to fucking get connected or none of that romantic bullshit but you fucking kissed me, and touched me and I fucking hate you!" I cried out, slamming my fist against his chest. "I shouldn't have fucking—" I started, but he cut me off with a kiss.

He kissed me, and I recognized that he was pressing against me in all the right ways and I was still only in pants and they haven't been buttoned or zipped yet. "I don't regret you," he said, pulling away from me. "I couldn't regret you. I don't know what happened last night, but when I kissed you, I knew that I wouldn't ever be able to kiss anyone ever again. And I woke up this morning and I know that I did wake up this morning confused, and for a minute I regretted it, but Asher baby, I don't regret it." He said, and I blushed, wrapping my arms around his neck. I cuddled into his naked chest, feeling his heart beating in my ear. A few minutes later he pulled back and said, "Does this mean you'll stop being a sarcastic prick to me?" he asked, and I smirked.

"Does this mean you'll fuck me again?" I asked him, and he smiled and nodded down at me, pushing my long hair out of the way for him to see my eyes. "Okay, then I'll cut back on some of the sarcasm," I said, and he smiled at me, happy with the answer I gave him.

"Good boy," he said, and I smirked, looking up at him, feeling his hand on my neck, resting softly there.

"I'm never a good boy, I think you figured that out last night," I said, smiling up at him. He laughed, and nodded, then kissed me on the lips softly. "Now let's get out of here before we get caught. We can go to my place and we can get food, and catch a couple hours sleep." I said, pulling back from his lips.

"Alright," he said, and I smiled, zipping my pants up after pulling away from him.

"Hey Asher?" he asked, and I turned to look at him, "You have a nice ass." He said, and I blushed.

"Hey Nick?" I asked, "You have a nice dick." I said, and he smiled at me then pulled his pants up. I watched him get dressed after I got dressed and we went to the door, waiting on the door to unlock automatically.

"You don't think there are camera's in the library do you?" he asked me, and I stopped short, turning to look at him nervously.

"I didn't check." I said, and he just shrugged.

"Whatever I'm too sedated to give a fuck." He said, and I giggled. When the doors unlocked we made our way out of the library, and to my house. I guess Nick Peters isn't really all that bad after all...