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[sub][color=darkgray]Starring:  [color=BF225D]Ariana [/color]& [color=36506B]Max[/color][/color][/sub][/center]

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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]Finding Max had turned out to be a lot easier than Ariana had anticipated. She'd half-expected to be running around the school campus like a headless chicken, going from place to place chasing after her breakfast worm. Thankfully a quick word with Evan Campbell had provided her with all the answers she needed. Apparently, her target had been at the lacrosse locker rooms all morning, doing something or the other with the equipment. Armed with this knowledge and that cocky confidence of hers, Ariana made a beeline to the male varsity locker rooms, spotting the young man just where Evan said he would be.

The brunette stared at Max for a few seconds, enjoying the view of his round posterior every time he bent down or squatted before announcing her presence. [color=BF225D]"Hey, handsome..."[/color] she called out to him, crossing her hands over her chest and leaning against the doorway.

Max, who had been busy putting away all of the equipment his father had paid for him to get the team, had almost jumped right out of his skin when Ariana had approached him from behind. He let out a little yelp and spin around. [color=36506B]“Fucking hell, Ariana. What are you doing here?”[/color] He let out a little laugh as he tried to calm down after the initial shock.

After so many years playing games, she wasted no time digging straight into it this time around. [color=BF225D]"So I heard Kellie Anne's moved all the way back to California…"[/color] Ariana drawled, closing the distance between them until she was merely a few inches away. [color=BF225D]"That true?"[/color] she asked the blond male with a mischievous smirk, suggestively raising an eyebrow.

He looked down at her and put his hands on her hips as she closed in. [color=36506B][i]Oh, we’re doing this again[/i][/color] Max scoffed. [color=36506B]“Yeah...and?”[/color]

The girl's expression hardened with the rather curt tone of his voice, and even with his hands on her hips, her whole body stiffened up as if ready for a dispute. [color=BF225D]"I [i]was[/i] thinking that maybe this was the right time for us to finally take things up a notch. But with that nasty attitude, the only thing you'll be getting from me is the middle finger,"[/color] she said haughtily, scoffing right back. If anyone was going to have an attitude, it was Ariana. There was no space for anyone else to do so.

Nothing much had changed it seemed. [color=36506B]“Oh, is it time for that?”[/color] He lowered his voice to a husky whisper. He tilted his head slightly as he continued to peer down at her, ignoring the fact that she was giving him her usual sassy attitude. He tightened the grip around her hips smirking now. [color=36506B]“I can do a lot with a middle finger...”[/color] he whispered, tracing his own middle finger up Ariana’s arm and still not taking his eyes off hers.

[color=BF225D]"[i]Really[/i]?"[/color] Ariana challenged his smirk mirrored on her own face as she pressed her body to his, playfully stroking his chest. [color=BF225D]"You know, Max, there's something I've realized about you: you're all talk. You always talk a big game about all the extraordinary things you would do to me when you had the chance, but you never take them. How do I know you're not just wasting my time again?"[/color] she asked him, shifting her mischievous hazel eyes up to him and looking anything but innocent.

Max raised his eyebrows [color=36506B]“[i]I[/i] talk a big game, huh?”[/color] he said, grabbing the brunette’s chin, still staring her down. Without letting her answer he lowered his face to hers planting his lips on hers. The kiss was passionate, almost like he was proving a point. 

[color=BF225D][i]Now [b]that's[/b] more like it.[/i][/color]

There was nothing that Ariana found more fulfilling than to have her pray tangled up in her little web after a long game of cat and mouse. Of course, a small victory was always enjoyable, but the war hadn't been won yet-- not until she had him groaning her name between the sheets of his bed.

The girl was kissing him with the same level of passion, one hand on the back of his head and using the other one to pull their bodies closer, shifting their position so he was now pinning her against the lockers. Max shifted his hand from Ariana’s hip down her thigh before lifting it up to his waist and slipping it under her short skirt. If she really wanted this to happen he would challenge her to see how far she wanted to go at this moment. 

It didn't take a genius to know she was on board with the way everything was unfolding. Their kiss hadn't faltered at any time- only grown in hunger instead- and every one of his advances had been received with approval. Both of her hands were on his head now, with her fingers tangling themselves up in his messy blond hair. She would occasionally tug and pull on it teasingly, smirking into their kiss with satisfaction every time she heard Max's groans in response.

He pulled away from their kiss and stared down at her intently before removing his blazer and hastily unbuttoning his white school shirt and tossing it aside. Ariana was quick to follow his example, of course. Her pesky, navy blue uniform blazer with the Kings Academy logo was unbuttoned and tossed, followed by the once-perfectly dry-cleaned white school blouse. He grabbed his giddy partner and carried her over to one of the benches and put her down on her back before continuing to kiss her. The pair were now only slightly obscured from the locker room door by some of the lockers- but the risk they were taking would be worth the reward.[/indent][/indent][/color]