by Isabelle Rae
I couldn’t be happier that he was mine, sure it was hard being with him whilst keeping it quiet from everyone when all I wanted to do was shout it from the rooftops that I was in love, but the time was passing, slowly, but it was passing.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
On Thursday morning Will picked me up for school. He’d been doing it every day for the last five weeks; he’d made some excuse to Miss Teller that he needed to drive his mom to work so he couldn’t give her a ride anymore. He still took her home, but the mornings were mine - at least for the fifteen minute journey anyway. Every day picked me up and then dropped me off at the end of the street from the school just so we could spend a few minutes together before the school day started.
As I climbed in his jeep, he groaned and looked at me pleadingly. “Cutie, please stop wearing skirts to school,” he begged, his eyes raking down my legs, a pained expression on his face.
I giggled and rolled my eyes. I hardly ever wore skirts, but on the days where I knew I was seeing him after school, I went for one in the hopes that I might be able to seduce him a little more than normal. Not that it ever worked, but you never know, one day maybe the sight of a little skin would push him over the edge.
“Oh suck it up, Will. I’ll wear whatever I want,” I replied, smirking at him.
He sighed and started the car, his hands clenched a little too tight on the wheel to be comfortable. I tried my hardest not to blush as I caught him several times stealing little glances at my legs. I giggled; it wasn’t even as if it was a slutty skirt. It was just a denim skirt that cut off a little above the knee; it was actually pretty respectable in my opinion.
“You still going out with Sam tomorrow night?” Will asked.
I nodded in confirmation. “Yep,” I replied, popping the p. I almost heard his eyes rolling, but he kept his gaze firmly on the road.
“Where’s he taking you this time?” he asked.
I giggled and put my hand on his leg, squeezing his knee lightly, making his hands tighten on the wheel even more. “Stop being such a baby about me going out with your little brother. We’re friends, and as much as you don’t believe me when I tell you, we don’t spend the whole night gossiping about you!” I stated, fighting my smile.
Will hated the fact that I got on with his brother and still went out with him on a Friday night. It wasn’t that he was jealous of Sam or anything, more that he thought his brother was telling me little secrets and stuff about his childhood, dropping him in things all the time. Of course, it didn’t really help that Sam told him that’s what went on, just to make him paranoid.
Will smirked at me cockily. “Oh, Cutie, I know you do because you just can’t help yourself thinking and talking about me all the time.”
I laughed and leant over the middle seat, straining against the seatbelt so I could plant a kiss on his cheek. “Actually, yeah we do, but I just didn’t want you to be worrying about what he was telling me. You were a pretty funny kid, and that thing you did with your mom’s houseplant…” I trailed off, laughing. His face snapped around to mine with a shocked look on his face, seeming to completely forget he was driving. “Watch the road!” I instructed, giggling uncontrollably.
That was one of a very few things Sam had told me, but we actually didn’t talk much about Will at all. We mostly talked about school, his past conquests, or failures, or we just watched a movie. Nothing exciting ever happened.
Will frowned and looked back to the road. “Chloe, I don’t think you should hang out with my brother anymore, he’s a bad influence on you,” he stated, sounding a little grumpy about it.
“Psht, whatever,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively.
He groaned and looked at me defeated, but with a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. I think he liked it when I stood up to him and told him no, I’m not sure why he would, but he almost looked a little proud of me or something.
We pulled up at the end of the road from the school and parked at the back of the little corner store that was there so I could get out and walk the rest of the way. His eyes raked down my legs again as he turned the engine off.
“I’m really hating that skirt,” he groaned, shaking his head a little.
I pouted. “Really? Should I take it off?” I asked, my hands going to the button at the front, pulling it open.
“Whoa shit! No!” he almost shouted as his hands dove for mine, pinning my hands to my stomach. “Chloe, please? You know how hard this is for me; it’s been so long since we… and I… I just… man, this skirt, it just…” He trailed off and kissed the side of my neck, making my whole body tingle. I moaned at the feel of his lips on my skin and tipped my head to the side as he bit my neck gently. “I want to give you a hickey,” he mumbled.
I grinned and nodded. I’d love that! Like a little Will badge that I could wear for a few days. No one knew I was seeing anyone so it would be nice to have some sort of reminder of him with me for a little while. “Okay,” I giggled, wriggling my hands free and wrapping them around his neck. I turned in my seat, facing him.
He smirked at me as he pushed my seatbelt button, releasing me from the restraint. He had a wicked glint in his eyes that I didn’t quite understand. “I can’t really, people would see it and ask you about it,” he whispered, pulling me closer to him as he shifted in his seat slightly.
I felt myself start to pout; he smiled and kissed my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, before nibbling on it, making me moan breathlessly.
“I don’t care, I’ll lie,” I whispered, gripping my hand around the back of his head, guiding his mouth to my neck again.
He laughed against my skin, his hot breath making me break out in goosebumps. “How about I do one where no one will see it?” he offered. His mouth travelled a little lower, his nose brushing against my collarbone. I gasped as he crushed me against his chest before laying me down on the seats, settling himself on top of me. When I didn’t answer, he squeezed my waist gently as a prompt.
I nodded. “Yeah, wherever you want,” I choked out huskily.
He smiled wickedly at me. I gasped as I felt his hand sliding up my calf, heading higher until he got to the bottom of my skirt. When his hand didn’t stop there, I dug my fingers into his back and bit my lip. His hand brushed over my ass, just once, the heat of it leaving a burning trail behind on my skin. The whole time he just stared into my eyes, his breathing shallow, his whole body tense.
Then he was gone from on top of me. I was just about to protest and reach for him to pull him back to me, when I felt him push my skirt right up to my hips. He gulped loudly, his eyes tightened, and his shoulders stiffened. I just watched him, unable to breathe, unable to move while he just stared at me. What on earth has gotten into him? I opened my mouth to ask the question but he moved my leg out to the side, bent forward and pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh.
I gasped, and half jerked up so I could see what he was doing, when I felt him sucking hard on the skin there. I burst into a fit of giggles, his hand tightened on my thigh as his eyes flicked up to meet mine as he sucked a little harder. After a few seconds he was done, so he pulled away and looked at it, nodding with satisfaction. He moved up so he was hovering above me again, a sexy little smirk on his lips that made me blush like crazy.
“Do the other leg too,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He smiled and shook his head, kissing me softly. “I’ll do the other leg tomorrow. On one condition,” he bargained.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. This was definitely the hottest thing that had happened to me in a long time yet I still wanted more. “What’s your condition?” I inquired, squeezing my legs around him tighter.
He kissed me again for a minute before he answered. His hands still firmly gripping the top of my thighs, one finger stroking the line of the panties I was wearing. “Stop wearing these damn skirts to school,” he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe gently. I burst out la
ughing, and he pulled back to look at me.
“I kind of like wearing them. If I wasn’t wearing it today, then clearly this wouldn’t have happened.” I shifted my legs slightly, rubbing my calf over his ass.
He shook his head at me, a grin on his face that showed me that he both hated and loved the skirt at the same time. If I wasn’t his student and I wasn’t a minor, I’m betting he would ask me to live in this skirt!
“Get out of my car, Miss Henderson,” he growled, running his nose up my cheek.
I sighed dramatically. “Okay fine. I’ll see you later, Mr Morris.”
He sighed too and pushed himself back up to sitting, moving so I could unwrap my legs from his waist. He grabbed my bag from the back seat and held it out to me. I took it and smiled gratefully, pulling my skirt down as I climbed out of his car.
I smiled and shut the door, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I was just about to start walking when the passenger window opened. “I love you, Chloe. There’s just over seven months left now,” he called.
I smiled and bit my lip as I nodded. “I know. I love you too.”
He grinned and started the car. “You’d better get going. If you’re late you’ll get detention.” He winked at me and reversed out of the space, leaving me there laughing and rolling my eyes.
I headed to the school, immediately spotting Amy making out with Ryan against her locker. I smiled as I quietly opened mine and pulled out the books that I needed for the morning, trying not to disturb them. They had been getting on so great for the last five weeks. They were getting pretty serious too; he would meet her and walk her to classes, and carry her books. It was sweet. She was really happy about it, which made me happier to see her with her dream man too. The only one that was still single was Nick.
I glanced up the hall to see him standing with a group of guys and girls. He fitted in with everyone so easily, he was such a lovely guy, and I knew a lot of girls liked him. He just never seemed to be that bothered by any of them. I just needed to find him a nice girl that would look after him and appreciate him because Nick honestly was amazing.
I headed over to him and dug my finger into his ribs, making him jump. He laughed and slung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me more into the group and they resumed their conversation on the biology assignment, making me wish I’d stuck to being a gooseberry with Amy and Ryan instead. Finally, after what seemed like hours of listening to them talk about dissecting a sheep’s brain, the bell rang, saving me from bringing up my breakfast.
Amy and Ryan walked up to me, hand in hand and I suddenly felt a little jealous of her. Sure I had Will and everything, but we could never just walk along holding hands like that, it was a little sad really. We wouldn’t be able to have that for a long time, even after I left school things would still be a little strained because of it for a while.
I shook the jealously away by thinking about the hot little moment that happened between us in the car. I was seeing him tonight too. He always dropped Miss Teller home, then came straight round to pick me up from my house. Hmm, maybe I can convince him to give me a hickey on the other leg tonight, instead of having to wait until tomorrow. Then I remembered that I wasn’t even seeing him tomorrow, I was seeing Sam. That was probably why he said it; he was probably thinking I would be so eager for it that I would cancel on his brother. Very sneaky, Will, very sneaky. I smiled to myself and trailed along behind the loved up couple, fake gagging as they kissed goodbye at the gym changing room.
When Ryan ran off to his class, Amy turned to me with a dreamy expression on her face making me roll my eyes and grin as I looped my arm through hers, dragging her to change into our gym clothes.
By the time lunchtime came around, I was starving hungry. I’d skipped breakfast this morning because it had taken me a few extra minutes to get ready because of the ‘choosing of the skirt’ process that I went through this morning. I grabbed a tray and got in line.
As I was standing there choosing a sandwich, someone came and stood next to me, a little too close for comfort. I frowned and moved up slightly to get some extra space, but the person just moved along too, pressing their side against mine. I scowled and looked around, only to find Will’s handsome face. I gulped and tried hard to swallow the ridiculous happiness I felt just because he was in the same room as me.
“Hello, Miss Henderson, how are you today?” he asked, smirking at me, probably because he knew exactly what he was doing to my insides.
I bit my lip and saw that Mr Young was in line behind him. “I’m fine thank you, Sir. How are you?” I reluctantly dragged my eyes away from him and tried to choose a sandwich, but I couldn’t keep still on my feet with his side pressed against mine.
“I’m good today. I’m looking forward to tonight, I have some plans. You have anything planned for tonight?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, pretending to look interested as he grabbed a bottle of water.
I laughed a little uncomfortably. “That depends on how much homework I get today. Are you planning on piling it on in today’s lesson, Mr Morris?” I countered. I chose a sandwich at random and moved up the line, grabbing a bag of potato chips without looking at them either.
He laughed and flicked his head to get his hair out of his eyes, and I tried not to show any reaction even though that little movement made my heartbeat pick up double time. “As long as you guys get finished with everything in class, then it shouldn’t be too bad,” he answered, grabbing his food.
I smiled. Mr Young started to talk to Will then, so I made my escape to the cash register to pay. I was grabbing a couple of napkins from the table at the end, when Will stopped next to me again. I groaned quietly. I actually wish he’d just leave me alone during school hours; it was like torture not being able to talk to him properly or just touch him in some small way.
“Cutie, why did you buy a ham salad sandwich?” he whispered, nodding down to my tray as he got himself some napkins too.
I frowned and looked down at my tray. I didn’t, did I? I read the label and winced, instantly recoiling from it. I hated ham. This was his fault for distracting me and making me all uncomfortable while I was choosing. He laughed and put his cheese sandwich on my tray, taking my ham one instead. He winked at me and walked off before I could even open my mouth to ask him what he was doing. Jeez, he’s so sweet! I sighed dreamily and watched as he waited for Mr Young to finish paying for his lunch, before the two of them walked out of the lunchroom.
I felt like I was walking on a cloud as I skipped over to my friends’ lunch table. I tried to concentrate on what they were saying, someone was planning a party for a couple of weeks’ time, but I couldn’t think about anything other than Will. My mind drifted to our moment in the car and I squeezed my thighs together thinking about his mouth being on my skin. A dozen fantasies started to play out in my head; things that I wanted to do to him or have him do to me. Just over seven months and then everything will be easier. Just seven, I can do that!
The warning bell rang, and I jumped a mile. I’d only eaten half of my food because I’d been daydreaming, so I choked the rest down quickly, following my friends to our lockers to get books for the rest of the afternoon.
By the time Will’s class came around, I was grinning like an idiot, the same as usual. I laughed as all of the girls did their hair, reapplied make-up and unbuttoned shirts, before heading into his classroom. There were still some rumours about him and Miss Teller, but another rumour that had been circulating recently was that Will was gay. Some of the cheerleaders had started that one when he hadn’t even batted an eyelid when they were flirting with him in their cheer uniforms. I wasn’t sure if Will knew of this rumour or not, I guessed no, because he hadn’t said anything about it to me and there was no way I was dropping a bomb like that on him.
The rumours didn’t stop the girls flirting with him though. Some of their attempts were pitiful. I almost felt sorry for them when he just shrugged it off or ignored it. I didn’t feel jealous. I thought I wo
uld do, seeing them flirt with my boyfriend, but for some reason, I knew I didn’t need to feel jealous of them. I was the one he wanted, he could have chosen any girl, but he chose me, so I had no need to worry about a slut trying to talk to him.
As I walked into his classroom, the lights were already down low, and there was a projector sitting at the front. I frowned and took my seat next to Amy. As I bent down to get something out of my bag, someone crashed into the back of my chair, making my chest hit on the edge of the desk, knocking the wind out of me.
I frowned round at the person, only to see Erika Dennison and a couple of her girls smirking as she bumped my chair again on purpose as she moved along the row behind me. Ugh, what a freaking witch!
“Oops, my bad,” Erika purred sarcastically.
I didn’t say anything about it, just looked away. I didn’t need a problem with her again. Erika had taken an instant disliking to Amy when we first started school, and because we were friends she obviously disliked me too. She made the first year of our school lives a misery. As she got older, she got prettier and prettier, and as her looks improved so did her bitchiness. I hated her with a passion but she seemed to stay out of my way this year, mainly because Amy and I ignored her daily attempts to annoy us. There was no way I was going to let myself get on her radar again.
I caught Amy’s eye and she mouthed the word “Bitch” to me, nodding her head discreetly in Erika’s direction. I just nodded in agreement and rolled my eyes.
“Right then, guys and girls, today we’re going to be looking at the development of the Infinite Series, and the history of the theory. We’ll just have a brief overview with the projector because I’ve found these incredible slides hidden in the back of the math block and there’s no point in them going to waste!” Will chirped happily as he rubbed his hands together excitedly.
