Ok, because of a request, I'm interrupting the story with... well, The story. this time, it's from my POV. This is a cross between the way I felt about Haley about 1/4th of a year into our friendship. Damn, back then I wanted her SO fucking bad.
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PART I

I woke up to the alarm clock, which evidently had been going off for a long time because it was extremely hot, falling down on my head. Ignoring the pain in my forehead, I jolted up and rolled out of bed, glancing at the clock.

'5:00 PM' "Shit! I'm late! The announement is in half an hour, Haley's gonna kill me!" I yelled.

I threw on some clothes that my older sister wore while she was on crack and had lost tons of wieght. (damn, she used to be a fat ass cow) Not suprisingly, they fit, even if I HATED light green and pink altogether. I ran, brushed my teeth, put in my contacts, and grabbed my shoes, slipping them on and dashing out the door, and hopped onto my dad's Kawasaki, not caring what would happen if I was caught. Thinking quickly, I had grabbed my little keychain brush off my belt loop before I left, ran it through a few times and putting my hair up in a ponytail on the back of my head because I was in such a hurry, then threw it at a bird-nest in a tree. All I knew, was that I needed speed, espescially if I was hanging my hopes of putting my plan in motion on getting to that party. It wasn't just an ordinary party either. It was Haley's sweet sixteen, and EVERYONE was going to be there.

About 25 minutes, and 10 miles later, I arrived at the party just in time to get some soda and have some 17 year old piss me off to no end while I tried to catch a few glimpses of Haley, surrounded by people gawking at her ass (I wasn't gawking, but I was staring), which I couldn't blame them for. I couldn't wait for when we got to her house after the party. We were going to have such fun. I decided to wait for her to come to me, a decision which I slightly regreted because it took almost forever for her to find me. I knew she had atleast some blonde in her if you get what I'm saying, but hell, she's too damn hot for you to really notice it.

Finally the freak left me alone and Haley finally found me, after which she just stared at my body for a few seconds, looking me up and down. I grinned at her and said, "Yo, Haley, WASSUP?!" hoping for a reponse, and wondering what the hell she was staring at. She didn't notice, but I didn't really care, even if I was slightly annoyed. She looked downward and shivered, so I knew what she was looking at. My abs. This, I was comfortable with, but I wished that she wasn't just staring unemotionally.

I told her about the dude that was harassing me and she looked at me like I was hopeless or something, as if to shake her head. She tried to calm me down, but there was no avoiding it. I simply just didn't have any real interest in guys other than thier dicks, which is ironic considering that for most girls, it's exactly the opposite. Girls however, I persued with a passion, espescially Haley. I pretty much ran on auto pilot as I talked to her, just making conversation and thinking about what I was planning on doing to her later on.

I asked, "So, did your mom Ok me staying the night?" anxious because my plan hinged on the answer to the question. I'll admit, I'm obsessed with her, but it's for a good reason. She's just too hot to resist. Ask anyone, it's true.

She said yes, and it would only be me and her. That was good to know since then I would have no trouble at all in starting the chain of events leading up to my ultimate goal. Before I could respond, the damned DJ started talking, not that I was paying attention, I'd rather hear Haley's beautiful voice than some 25 year old.

We went to a giant cake with her picture plastered in the middle and sang "Happy Birthday" to her. After the singing, the DJ blasted more words at us and we all followed a blind-folded Haley (which gave me even more ideas for what I was going to do to her when I initiated Act II and III of my plan) out to the pavement, where she got a moped, which I slightly envied her for.

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Later on, we arrived at her house and I dropped my stuff by the door. Exausted, and desperate to get out of my sister's clothes, I followed Haley into her room to change clothes. I threw on a huge T-shirt and glanced over at Haley just in time to catch a glimpse of her from the chest down. Too bad she wasn't completely naked, but then again, I probably would have given in to my animalistic desire for her. I couldn't deny that I was crazy over her. Damn, that moment seemed to last forever. I noticed that she glanced at me as well, but to my disappointment, I knew that she was only looking because of my unusual physical features, possibly admiration or simply questioning the fact rather they were real or not, but not desire. I knew deep down that she'd never feel the same way about me as I did about her. I could have cried every time I thought about that because I just knew that she was too addicted to so-and-so's dick to have me for anything more than a shoulder to cry on and a sidekick, which I absolutely couldn't stand, absolutely hated... Even if she truly admired me, it would be just that. Admiration... I would have clawed my eyes out if I had spent any longer thinking about that and not had a plot that I was slowly unfolding.

She began to poke my muscles, which deep down, I enjoyed, but I had to act differently. I pretended to be annoyed and said, "Why do you always have to be touching my God-damn muscles?"

"I dunno, I guess I just wanted to see if they were tense or not."

"Aww yeah, they're real tense. I mean, I just took a shirt and fucking PUT IT ON." My voice was dripping with sarcasm, but no real loudness.

Enough with the stupid stuff, let me get on with the story. Anyway, she raced me to the bathroom amd won, so she got to go first. She started brushing her teeth, and I continued mulling over what I was going to do. To my suprise, and good fortune, I figured out my exact moment to strike. This is going to work out perfectly, I thought, mentally adding a menacing laugh of triumph, then reminding myself that I could laugh later, my prey had been ensnared, now was time for the hunter to wait for the moment... Then pounce. I grinned unconsciously, watching my 'prey' with animalistic, wanting eyes, waiting to 'pounce' when the moment arose. Now all I had to do was toy with her a little, poke and prod, until she finally reacted in a way that I could finally initiate step two, step one being just to get here, step two being the 'Capture' phase.

Since I knew she couldn't see anything below my eyes in the mirror because I was several inches taller than her, I grinned.

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Like it so far? Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg. More is to come :P Ok I'll finish this later, I got shit to do (recording a song)