A whole lot of 'Love'

Edward’s phone kept buzzing in his pocket the entire walk to school. Every few seconds it vibrated against his thigh, sometimes in short bursts, sometimes one long stretch like someone was spamming him. At first he kept pulling it out, trying to answer at least a few of the messages. He typed quick replies like “Hey, thanks” or “Morning” but that only seemed to make things worse. The responses came back almost instantly, even more frantic than before.

“Why are you texting her first and not me?”

“Edward please notice me too”

“I sent you three pictures already, do you not like them?”

“Babe, did I do something wrong?”

Some of the girls were straight-up asking why he had replied to one and not the others, like they were watching his every move. It was too much. His head was already spinning from the photos and videos he had seen earlier. He finally shoved the phone deep into his pocket on silent and let it buzz away. He would deal with it later. Right now he was already running late for first period.

He jogged the last block and made it through the campus gates just as the bell was about to ring. By the time he pushed open the door to the geography classroom he was breathing hard, shirt slightly untucked. He was lucky. Mr. Catlan, their geography teacher, was running late too. Edward slipped inside with almost two full minutes to spare before the tall, bald man finally walked in carrying his stack of papers.

The first thing Edward noticed after he stepped into the room was the way some of the girls were dressed. Most of the hot ones at school already liked to show off, but today it felt different. A lot different. Short skirts that barely reached mid-thigh, tight shorts that hugged every curve, tops that clung to chests and left little to the imagination. It looked like some of the girls in class had picked their outfits straight out of the kind of fantasies he usually kept to himself at night.

His eyes moved across the room and landed on Olivia Banando.

The 19-year-old Latina cheerleader was sitting near the middle of the class wearing skintight white leggings that looked painted onto her bronze skin. The thin material showed off every muscle in her long, flexible legs and hugged the full, round shape of her ass perfectly. She had paired it with a cropped school hoodie that stopped just above her navel, exposing a strip of smooth stomach. Her long dark wavy hair was loose over one shoulder. The second Edward walked in, Olivia turned her head and looked straight at him. Not just a quick glance. A full, lingering stare. She batted her long lashes slowly, the corners of her lips curving into a small, private smile meant only for him. Edward felt heat crawl up the back of his neck. He had stolen plenty of glances at Olivia before, especially when she wore those short tennis skirts during practice, but this was the first time she had ever looked at him like that.

There was an empty chair right behind her. Edward moved quickly, keeping his head down and dropped into the seat. He could feel eyes on him the whole way. Olivia kept watching over her shoulder. A few other girls in the class, two from the dance team and one he recognized from the cheer squad turned their heads too, following his every movement. Their stares felt heavy, almost hungry.

Edward tried to focus. He pulled out his notebook and pencil, slouching low in his chair like he always did. Mr. Catlan started talking about plate tectonics and mountain formation, writing on the whiteboard. Edward stared at the board hard, forcing himself to concentrate. But it was impossible.

To his right sat two blondes in very short pleated skirts. He didn’t know their names, but he had seen them around campus plenty of times. One had shorter, shoulder-length blonde hair. The other had longer hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Both skirts had ridden up high on their thighs while they sat. Really high. As Edward glanced over, he realized he could see straight between their legs. The girl with shorter hair was wearing bright pink panties, the thin fabric stretched tight over her mound. The one with the ponytail wore plain white ones, the outline of her pussy lips faintly visible through the material. They weren’t even trying to close their legs.