Friday
Samuel
She’s late. I swear if she doesn’t show, she’s getting detention for the rest of the month. My eyes search out the clock one last time before the door opens and she strolls in.
My irritation spikes when I see what she’s wearing. Gone are the ripped jeans and black top she wore to class this morning. Instead, she has on a bright purple turtleneck and mini skirt. My eyes work up her long legs as I internally tsk at how short her skirt is. My cock twitches when my eyes skim past her breasts to her colored lips and smoky eyes.
Clearing my throat, I snap, “You’re late.”
“Yeah, sorry. I had to change really quick.” That’s all she gives me before sitting in a chair. She keeps her head down and pulls out her homework, not giving me an ounce of attention. She’s been like this all week and my patience is starting to slip. The entire hour goes by without a glance, and my irritation worsens. She can’t look at me like she did the first day and ignore me now. There’s something there. A spark. I felt it. I know she did too.
Today is her birthday. Today it would be okay to push her.
The hour expires, and I stand, waiting for her to acknowledge me. As the rest of the delinquents gather their things and race out, I call out to her.
“Miss Mitchell, may I have a word?” I ask, forcing her to stay back. Her eyes follow the final student as they walk out, leaving us alone.
“Yes?” she asks, slowly walking up to my desk.
Rounding my desk, I step into her personal space. I can’t help it. But it gives me great pleasure to watch her shiver. Her response tells me what I need to know. She wants this just as much as I do. I take a step closer. “May I ask what the special occasion is?”
Her luminous eyes blaze with confusion. “I don’t think that’s any of your business, Mr. Gibson.” Her voice is hesitant. I can almost feel the pounding of her heart as she inhales and exhales.
“And as I told you, Cat, I’ve taken a liking to you. So, whether you like it or not, I’m making it my business to know yours. I want what’s best for you. Whatever that may be.” For you to be naked in my bed. Submitting to me. Allowing me to own every succulent piece of your young, obedient flesh.
I take another step closer, the brush of her breasts tickling my chest. Her quick intake of breath ignites my cock.
“You’re beautiful when you’re nervous, do you know that?” Her body begins to tremble. Oh, the fun I’ll have with her. She sucks in her plump lower lip, and I love the way her cheeks begin to flush. I fight to keep my hands at my sides when all I want to do is brush my thumb against the wetness of her lips.
“I—I don’t think that’s appropriate, Mr. Gibson,” she says, her voice shaking. Her eyes are dilating. God, she’s insatiable. I wonder what she would do if we weren’t in the classroom—what she would do knowing we are.
“Do you want me to take it back?”
She licks her lips. Her mouth opens to answer me, and I’m tempted to shove my tongue down her throat. God, I want to kiss her.
“Um…I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
I lean forward and dip my head, testing my boundaries, when the sound of a book slamming against the hallway outside the classroom breaks our connection.
Her head shoots toward the door. Knowing the moment is lost, I take a step back, noting the second she shuts down. “I’m sorry. I need to go.” Pushing past me, she exits the room.
My smile drops. Irritation floods my veins. I almost had her. I had been well on my way to my first taste. The next time I find myself alone with her, I will get it.
Chapter 6
Catalina
I jump in the first car I see, praying it’s Melissa’s. When I see her bubbly smile behind the wheel, I sigh in relief.
“Hey! You’re in a hurry to get out of there.”
You have no idea.
“Yeah. School sucks.” Not to mention, my teacher just came on to me. His hungry eyes were anything but innocent. They demanded something from me. He didn’t outright touch me, but he made his intentions clear with the way his gaze penetrated me.
“Totally. I can’t wait to graduate. I hear college is so much better. We get to choose our own schedules. Show up when we want to. I mean, not living with my parents is enough reason to go for me.”
I’m barely even listening to her. I can’t stop replaying what just happened in there. Mr. Gibson was…was…I can’t even say it in my mind. I start to shake. Calm down, Cat.
“Hey, you okay?”
Not at all. I’m pretty sure if something or someone hadn’t interrupted us, Mr. Gibson would have—he would have made a very unwelcomed pass at me. “Yeah, fine.” I stare out the window so she doesn’t sense the alarm in my shaky gaze. What the hell was he thinking? He’s a teacher. I should have spoken up. Told him no. My silence will only encourage his actions. And next time, there might not be a distraction to save me.
“God, what have I done?”
“What do you mean?”
Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Um…with college. I don’t know what I’ve done so far. So much to do still.” I cover my own hysteria with more lies. My body still vibrates with what could have happened. If he had attempted a move on me, would I have panicked and let him? Fought for myself?
I can’t deny that I ache so badly for someone to touch me the way I ached for Kenneth. Make me feel, even for a moment. But not like this. Not with someone who isn’t always on my mind—which betrays me once again when I think about Asshole. The way he spoke to me earlier. His threat of undressing me. Doing hateful things to my body. My thighs clench. I would never let him lay a finger on me. Then why does my body crave him? It doesn’t. This is just me being desperate. Confused. Lonely. I would probably let a homeless person fuck me just to feel somewhat alive.
Melissa cuts into my thoughts. “Don’t worry. You’ll figure it out. There’s always community college if you’re not ready. I know a lot of people are going there first.”
I nod, not caring about college. I don’t care about anything but ridding myself of all these wrong feelings. “Let’s just drop it. Tonight, we’re gonna have fun. First drinks are on me.” I wink.
She turns, offering her boisterous smile. “What about not drinking?”
“Change of plans.” I’m drinking until my mind goes numb and I forget just how fucked up my life has become.
The party is in full swing. It turns out, you can do a lot with an abandoned barn. Multiple bonfires supply enough heat to keep from freezing to death, not to mention the alcohol. Crowds fill the open space, and music plays from large speakers off to the side. Melissa and I are dancing to some pop song, and I’m actually enjoying myself—something I haven’t done in a very long time. When the song ends, I tell Melissa I’ll be right back. It’s my turn to trench into the snow to refill our beers.
“Don’t freeze out there. Make sure to follow the path into the woods. That’s where the keg is hidden.”
“Got it.” I raise my index finger into the air, twirling it around, and turn to head outside with a skip in my step. Tripping over my own foot, I almost barrel into the snow and thankfully catch myself. “Jesus, Cat.” I laugh to no one and walk out into the darkness, following the snow-compacted trail.