Margot’s Rumour

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POV Santiago

These stupid f*cks were going crazy for this movie.  Mr. B had put it on to pass the time. And with Margot being the only girl in the class he was bound to get away with showing something so s****l and adult to a bunch of HS students. She was barely paying attention, more interested in the rain than the s*x scenes. 

Typical virgin.

The rumour of her couldn't be true. Even if it were Margot was too nice.  That would be the only reason she wouldn't say anything about the movie being shown in class.  Why she would pretend to ignore all the guys getting boners as they watched. 

I wasn't interested in it.  I had seen it before, and besides, once you've actually had your head between a woman's legs, an actress crossing and uncrossing her legs is less thrilling.  Okay maybe the first time, I'm still a teenage guy.

But somehow Margot was more interesting. 

I got out my pen and my sketchbook and started to draw her. I often did, she never noticed.  She was always too eager to pay attention in class. And no one ever caught me because I'm not stupid. I don't draw her face. And any drawing of a girl in our school uniform sort of looked the same. Except Margot had pretty big boobs, I could tell. She hid them under her blazer or crossed arms to not draw attention herself. 

At our school, if you were hot or attractive in any way you either had to have super confidence so no one constantly sexually harassed you, or you had to hide it best you could.  I was super confident, and a guy so I don't mind the ego boost. Margot hid it because it was just easier than being catcalled by the dumb f**ks like Stacey was all the time. 

Once drawing Margot some guys mistook the big-boobed school girl for Stacey. Stacey was confident so she took it as a sign that I was into her.  I wasn't but she now used it as a game.  She would try to get me to go to parties, and throw herself at me. Telling me "I know you want it, just tell me what you want."  I made the mistake at the start by sleeping with her once or twice. Then I moved on bored with anything to do with her unless I was about to c*m. 

Margot was interesting.

She never paid attention to me beyond what was nice.  And Margot was always nice.  It was her greatest gift and the most annoying thing.  I've had my locker beside her for years now. She always smiling and says Hi.  The number of people - mostly guys-  that come up to her to ask for her answers for the history homework, or to copy her cheat sheet for the maths exam. All those guys would give her a kiss on the cheek or say she was the best.  Afterwards, those guys would all boast about how they had her wrapped around their fingers.  Or how she must be in love with them because she was always so nice letting them copy all the time. She was just nice, she let about 5 different guys copy the same cheat sheet.  Somehow she would get in the 90s and they would just barely pass. 

That's how I knew she had a great rack. She would peel off her winter coat.  The brief moments between her coat to putting on her blazer,  always made my knees weak. I would slow down completely.  Taken longer to retrieve my books.  Or drag out our conversation by talking about the book Mr. B was making us read. My hope was it would distract her from putting on the blazer and I could see her all day without it.  

An unencumbered view of this unknowing goddess.

Once during a downpour, her blouse was soaked when she removed her drenched coat. I nearly came. Her white blouse was nearly skin-tight, showing a pink lacey bra. Her n*****s poking out from all the layers. I wanted to instantly rip it all off and cover her with my body. (I'm certain we could have easily warmed her up together.) But I also needed to cover her up with a blazer or blanket before anyone else saw the beautiful pink bra playing peek-a-boo through her white shirt. 

Beyond my fantasies that always popped into my head when seeing her do everyday tasks like removing a coat or chewing on her pen, she interested me.  I didn't always understand what she was talking about during her presentations for class. But she was clearly smart. She always talked with passion and pulled me to listen to her talk about whatever boring school project we were forced to do.  I'm sure I would get better grades if Margot was my teacher.  Even her conversations with friends in hallways seemed interesting.  

How could I get that with her?  Maybe if I brought up things from the news. I bet she would talk more with me if I asked about her opinion of logging in the old-growth forest.

I let my eyes wander along her body whilst she, and the rest of the class were distracted. She wouldn't notice me.  So I allowed myself to examine her neck and face more closely.  

The cherry lips that just the perfect amount of wetness.  They looked so soft, I just wanted to touch them gently with my thumb first, to see what she would do. Would she open her mouth slightly as if begging for something to enter? I feel my pants tighten slightly excited to think what she might want of mine to pass the entrance of those cherry lips. But to have my lips touch her's.

UGH!

Instead of continuing down that road, I glance back at my drawing, to see I needed to add more detail to her eyes.  I glance up at her, and back at the drawing to check I was capturing the greyness of her eyes. I could see them more fully now. 

No longer were they looking out towards the rain. Instead, they were looking at me.  They were looking at me intensely. I tense just slightly, did she notice I was staring at her whilst I was drawing her? 

No, her eyes didn't seem that focused or mad.  Instead, they were heavy.

Whoa! Was she watching me?

Was she drinking me in as much as I was her?

I smiled at the thought of it. 

Now I was certain of it.  Her eyes were definitely looking at my lips, as her tongue jutted out just a little for a second before she pulled it back in pressing her full lips together.  Her eyes looking up, not through her lashes or sheepishly.  

No, she was staring directly into my eyes. 

Intensely.  

Unblinking.

Unafraid.

Then she blinked, I smiled more as she turned flush.  She quickly spun around. I had never seen her flustered like that.  Maybe she wasn't just nice to me?  Maybe she liked me? 

Awkwardly Margot searched for her book, pretending our eyes hadn't met.  She was so awkward that she had to be flustered. Oh yeah, she definitely likes me.  It was pretty clear now the confidence that she seems to have at school was just another cover to protect her.  Just like her blazer covered her goddess shape.  I'm certain the confidence was more of a fake it till you make it airs.  And maybe that's why she never had a boyfriend, or why that rumour spread.