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ContestShipping ; Multi-Chaptered! :D

My first Pokemon and ContestShipping story in a while.

On this the story ..

R&R

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"Dreeeew," May Moaned.

He smirked, "What, May?"

She ingored that question. He knew exactly what she was saying. Doing. What she wanted.

May wondered how she always gets into these situations with Drew. What was wrong with her?

The player of the school. He was the typical guy. He was the hot, jerky, horny, football playing, conceited, ass and tit grabbing, cheerleader chasing, arrogent, two-timing, player. He led girls on. He didn't care about their feelings. He does what he has to get what he wants. After everything is said and done, he couldn't care less how left them or what condition they were in. He always had at least three girlfriends. He hurt feelings and broke hearts. He was like a walking sex symbol. A skirt chasing cheater. Whore. He was like the John Tucker of her school, only worse.

She was the cute, nice, innocent(well, was innocent.), sweet, cheerleader. She was nice and always tried to help people out. She tried to never hurt anyone's feeling's. In fact, she did everything to avoid that. She even went out with every guy that asked her because she felt bad and didn't want to hurt them. She didn't even break up with them. She waited for them to do it. She didn't even care who they were. She said yes.

They were exact opposites. Actually, they couldn't stand each other. They constantly fought. They fought over everything. The stupidest things. Anything they could. Over a pencil once. They loved to challenge each other. But yet, here she was, in a janitor's closet, in the school. Making out with him. Under him. Moaning his name. Begging for him. Just like always.

It made sense to everyone else. The head cheerleader. The quartedback. They flirted. Just not to her. And he just wanted to sleep with her.

She would never admit she liked him. She denied it. Even to herself. She kept telling herself it was hormones. She could never like him. She refused. all he would do it make out with her a lot, maybe sleep with her, then dump her. It's like walking into a heartbreak. Into tears. And she could never live it down. All her friends always harrassed her about liking him. And she would be like every other girl. She could never do that. She was different. Independent. She didn't need him. She didn't even like him.

"May," he breathed, kissing down her neck, then down to her collar bone.

"D-Drew."

He ignored her.

"D-Dre-w"

"May," he breathed on her neck.

He stopped kissing her and looked her right in the eyes, "Just. Shut. Up," he said hoarsely.

She was gonna say something, but he cut her off by kissing her again. She started to kiss back, but broke it.

Drew groaned, "What, May?"

"We're gonna get in trouble! We have to go to class!"

"Jesus, May. Live a little. Live in the moment. Worry about everything later," he said as he started kissing her again and rubbed her thigh.

She moaned and started making out with him again.

He smirked through the kiss.

She couldn't stop even if she wanted to.

Her eye's widened. She was shocked with herself. She couldn't stop. Not even if she wanted to. But she needed to try.

"No, I don't want detention!"

And with that she pushed him off of her, fixed her shirt, skirt, and, hair, opened the door, and walked off to class.

And he groaned again.

Shit, she's hot when she's mad. She's hot, anyway. Perfect body. Nice legs, ass, and tits. And one hell of a kisser. She always stops when I'm turned on the most. Damn, I want her. I never wanted someone like I want her. She's smocking. She loves torturing me..

He smirked.

I'll see her later, anyway. She can't resist.

He got up and went to class, which he had with Angela, a hot blonde with a playboy bunny body. He hooked up with her a few times. He smirked at the memory. She was good in bed.

He he had to think for a few minutes as to what class he had. Then realized he had chemistry, which he also had with Angela.

Maybe I can have some fun with her later, too.

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May was in Math. All she could think of what she keeps doing. Drew. She just wants to punch him, but all she does is make out with him. Whenever she goes up to yell at him, he pushes her against a wall or something and they end up making out. She hated it. She couldn't control her or her hormones. She felt like every other girl in her school. They all chased after him.

She hated high school.

She groaned and rubbed her head in frustration.

The bell rang and pulled her away from her thoughts. She got up and went to her next class, which she had with the green eye'd, greed hair'd, guy she was just thinking about.

Great. Headache, here we come!

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I think it's okay. What about you?

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P.S. Thanks everyone for reviewing for all my other stories. Love yoooou, guuuys ! [:

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