New Life in Rianate 1 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 1

... to Math. Dallas had shoved his headphones in and was blaring his music. I could barely concentrate on my own stuff because he had the music louder than necessary. Dallas had his nose in a book but was still listening to the loud, obnoxious shit. After he turned it up louder, I was beyond shocked. How in the hell is he listening so loud and keeping his place in the book?! He changed the song to a loud dubstep and I was just done. Done. I reached over the table then yanked his headphones out. “Ow! What was that for?!” “You’re too fucking loud! Pick one or the other,” I roughly said. “Why not both? If I can do it, let me do it,” Dallas smirked. Our faces were centimeters apart and I was literally on the table. Dallas gently took his phone back then looked up at me. “Let me listen to music in peace please.” “Let me finish studying in peace please.” I replied with an evil smile. He hooked his hand behind my neck then pulled me closer. “No.” “You listen, I study. But, please, please, be quiet,” I said. Dallas let me go and I got back in my chair. This time, he turned his music up higher and when I looked at him, he flipped me off. Bitch. I finished my Math then sighed in relief. Dallas had his head down on the table and was snoozing away in wonderland. I decided to wake him up so I slid my phone by his ear and turned on the alarm. “But….” Dallas muttered. He turned the alarm off then sat up. His platinum hair was kinda messy and I laughed at him. Dallas blew a strand out of his ...

... eye then sighed. “Thank God for alarms, huh,” I smirked. “They’re so beautiful and intriguing,” Dallas flatly replied. “I know. God, I’m hungry. Food is calling my name.” I rose from the table after Dallas and we walked out of the library. He stayed close to my side as we headed toward the cafe on the other side of campus. Dallas and I didn’t really plan to hang out… it just, happened… but I kinda expected it. Huh. After we ordered our food, my phone buzzed in my back pocket. Chelsea. Chelsea: Hey, r u back from vacation? I laid my head down on the table then started to bang my forehead. Dallas noticed and asked, “Boy troubles?” “More like lesbian troubles,” I sighed. “Wait—what?” Dallas laughed. I slid my phone over to him and he read the text messages and started laughing his face off. “Not funny. For three years, I’ve had to be this girl’s ear slave and listen to her rant on about how skanky someone looked, how her boyfriend cheated on her, how she lost her V-card, why her shoes are pink instead of yellow and why Michael Kors makes sportswear! Try talking to her and you might just blow up,” I huffed. “She’s really annoying. Who cries over their purse?” Dallas snickered. My phone buzzed in his hand and he laughed again. I took it back then saw how stupid Chelsea is. Chelsea: Did u know that houses r built on stilts because people r afraid of rats?! Me: Who tld u dat? Chelsea: Myself. Me: g2g, bai. Chelsea: Wait! What r u doing? Me: Uh.. at lunch with a friend. Bai. I put my ...