Six Like The Number

Comparative Analysis

*Axle's POV*

I find myself strangely excited to go to school Monday and I know it 100% has to do with Six. I

have literally not been able to think of anything else since we f****d Saturday. I get to school

early and wait for her car to pull up in the parking lot. When I see it, I smile and walk over.

“Hi,” she says.

I can tell she’s surprised when I throw my arm around her shoulder. This behaviour is very uncharacteristic for me. Usually after I’ve f****d a girl I ignore her until she leaves me alone. But Six is different and she always has been. She’s special.

I walk her to her locker and then with her to calculus. When we finish in that class, I walk her to her next one and kiss her in the hallway before I walk away. I pick her up from Chemistry and we walk into the cafeteria together. We get a lot of looks but I don’t give a f**k.

Cam, Ethan, Jameson and I squeeze in at a table with Six, Cleo, Lexi, Luna, Nate and Drew. They seem a bit surprised but don’t object to this arrangement. I pull Six into my side and she tilts her face up to kiss me.

“Ugh gross, get a room,” Cleo says.

Six gives her the finger but pulls away and eats her lunch. When English Lit comes around, we’re pretty much done with our report already even though it’s not due until Friday.

Six looks at me and says, “Wanna do something crazy?”

"With you? Anything."

She goes up to the teacher and says, “We’re looking to do a comparative analysis for our report and the books we need are in the library. May we be excused to go do some research?”

The teacher looks between us skeptically, but agrees to let us go. Six already has a "good student" reputation around here that most people won't question her. When we make it to the library, she leads me to a deserted back corner and I say, “We’re not doing a comparative analysis for our report.”

“I know that. But she doesn’t,” she says while putting her arms around my neck. My d**k is instantly hard. I push her up against the wall. I’m pretty sure it was intentional that she’s wearing a skirt, because it doesn’t take a lot of effort for me to move her underwear to the side and f**k her hard against the wall of the library.

We spend the next few weeks in a haze of f*****g and school work. Naturally, the school work

part is her idea. I have little interest in it but she’s a good influence on me. We’re about half way through the semester when Liz comes up to our table at lunch and invites us to a party this Friday.

I look to Six to see her reaction and I’m not surprised when I see the almost bored expression plastered on her face. “We may or may not show up,” Six says to her, not even bothering to look her in the eyes.

I see the flash of anger cross her face before she walks away. Liz has still not figured Six out and it pisses her off to no end. It probably also has a little bit to do with the fact that I’m f*****g Six and not her. On Friday, Six shows up at my place near 9pm with her crew and f**k me, does she look good. Her short white jean skirt she’s wearing makes my brain go places it really shouldn't.

The whole way through the pre-drink, I can't keep my hands off of her. I swear, all she has to do is put on a skirt and I lose all sense of self-control.

When the rest of our group heads out to the party, Six and I don’t make it out the door.