I decided I couldn't resist the allure of Amanda's smartass attitude (and cute ass). I followed close behind her, sensing which of the nearby presences in the 'cavern' was her mind.
}God, Adam Johnson is so arrogant.{ The thought seemed to slide into her mind easily, as if she'd been thinking that way herself recently. }He takes me for granted.{ Again, easy. }Other boys wouldn't take me for granted this way.{ Smooth as butter (or K-Y jelly, *heh-heh-heh*).
}Look at what's-his-name from Philosophy, right behind me. *He* obviously appreciates how good I'm looking.{ I figured she might not remember my name, but I was close enough behind her in the hall that she'd noticed my presence by now.
}It would serve Adam right if I was seen flirting with another guy; and what's-his-name here *is* kinda cute, in a non-cool way.{ The first part wasn't hard; she'd probably played that game before. The second was a bit trickier, and I sensed a bit of resistance. }Maybe I've been passing up something here.{ Again, a bit of resistance.
}I am so *horny* this morning?{ Some resistance, but not much. }Mr. Big-Shot Adam Johnson isn't nearly the hot lover he thinks he is.{ This part was easy; I must have hit a sore spot! }I need some... outside help with my Philosophy class; and I think I know somebody who would love to help me out -- somebody who won't take me for granted.{ The idea seemed to fit her mood, at least as I had shaped it. I was getting better at this "pushing" thing now.
She paused unexpectedly in the hallway, so suddenly that I bumped into that fine ass. "Whoa, sorry. It's my fault!" I rushed to excuse myself.
"No, no! I shouldn't have stopped so suddenly like that. We're in Philosophy together, right? I'm..."
"Amanda Whitmore, I know. Everybody knows the cutest girl on campus!" I introduced myself (I could tell she didn't recognize the name; I don't make many waves in _her_ circles.)
I pushed carefully, }He does have a nice smile, and he thinks I'm cute. Some guys only like 'em with big tits, and mine are small.{ I suspected I'd struck a vulnerable nerve. }HE thinks I'm hot. I'll ask him to help me with studying! Adam will be *so* jealous; and if something happens, it happens.{ I was taking it slow. }I *want* something to happen; he's cuter than I realized, and he obviously thinks I'm sexy.{ I sensed some resistance, but not as much as I'd expected.
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