by Isabelle Rae
I resisted the urge to cough and call him a geek under my breath; instead I just grinned and pulled out my notes. How can such an incredible guy get so excited over numbers? It really isn’t right. Maybe I should be a little worried that I’m in love with a math nerd. I giggled a little under my breath, and he looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
“Everything okay, Miss Henderson?” he asked.
I nodded quickly. “Absolutely, just looking forward to learning about the infidel series,” I answered.
He burst out laughing shaking his head. “Infinite series, not infidel.”
I laughed too. “Oh. I’ll just shut up now and let you get on with the lesson,” I stated, grinning at him.
He nodded, smirking at me. “I think that would be for the best.”
I giggled quietly and grabbed my notebook as he flicked on the projector, looking like a kid in a candy store. It didn’t start off too bad, learning about some guy in India in the 14th century who first came up with the theory. But the more it went on the more lost I became. As soon as the figures and symbols started appearing on the screen my brain seemed like it just refused to understand. It was nothing to do with Will’s teaching at all, it was all me and my inability to understand the subject of calculus. I just didn’t have the right brain for this kind of thing, science was the same. I was more of an English and Art girl.
It didn’t bother me that I didn’t understand this stuff, as long as I graduated then that was all I needed and then I would never look at another equation again. Well, unless Will is marking them or something for his classes while I’m with him. As soon as I thought that, my brain drifted to us years down the line… him grading his student papers while I sat around watching him. I sighed dreamily and then realised that the projector was off, and he was talking again.
I gulped and tried to concentrate on his words instead of the way he moved his hands when he spoke, or how his behind looked in his jeans when he was writing on the board. Hmm, maybe it is his fault I have such a problem with his class. I clearly can’t concentrate with him near me.
He set an assignment for us to start and then whatever we hadn’t done we were to finish as homework. I frowned and pulled my textbook towards me, trying to read it over, but failing miserably. I was pretty sure I read the same paragraph four times and it still looked like it was written in a foreign language.
Will stopped next to me, putting his hand on the table next to mine, his fingertip touching mine as he leant over to see how I was doing. “Okay? I could explain it again,” he offered quietly.
I shook my head. “I’m all good. I’ll read it again later, and if I have a problem I’ll let you know,” I replied, blushing, not really wanting this extra attention in front of everyone else.
“Okay, well you know I’m always here for you, Miss Henderson.” He smirked at me giving it a double meaning. I smiled and nodded, not daring to meet his eyes because I knew I’d blush. Lucky for me someone called him over to help them so I didn’t make a fool out of myself for a change.
When the bell rang everybody jumped up, packing up their books. I stuffed mine in my bag, just about to follow Amy out of the door when Will called to me. “Miss Henderson, think I could have a quick word with you?”
Amy smiled at me. “I’ll wait by the lockers,” she suggested.
“Okay, thanks.” I smiled at her gratefully. Will didn’t usually stop me after class so he probably just wanted to talk about tonight. I suddenly started to worry that he was going to cancel on me or something. I hadn’t seen him properly since Monday so I really hoped he wasn’t going to cancel on me.
Amy left and pulled the door shut behind her so I turned to Will, who was shuffling papers. “What’s up?” I asked, heading over to him, perching on the edge of his desk, crossing my ankles.
He sighed, stepping closer to me. “Damn, these legs have been running through my mind all day,” he purred, running a hand down over my hip until he got to the bottom of my skirt, his fingers tickled across the skin just above my knee.
I gulped and gripped the side of his shirt, pulling him even closer to me. “Well thoughts of your mouth on my legs have been running through my mind all day,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper because I was so excited by his touch.
He smiled and pressed himself against me, his face inches from mine. “You are just too hot for words, Cutie,” he moaned. His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second making me draw in a ragged breath as my whole body broke out in goosebumps. He smiled and cupped the side of my face in one of his hands as he brushed his nose against mine.
What on earth has gotten into him today? First the car, and now he’s doing this at school? He had kissed me a couple of times at school, but other than a few indiscretions, we tried extremely hard to keep our relationship outside of the school grounds.
“My mom called me at the end of lunch,” he whispered as he pecked my lips lightly.
His mom? Great, he’s definitely cancelling on me tonight judging by the start of this conversation! His mom has probably asked him to do something for her or something. I frowned and pressed my lips to his again, making his hand move to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair.
He pulled back after a few seconds and put his forehead against mine and I just waited for him to continue, to blow me off for tonight and tell me that he’d just have to see me Saturday instead.
“She’s planning a surprise dinner for my dad on Saturday night. It’s their anniversary, and she wants the family to go out for dinner,” he whispered, kissing me again.
I nodded, not breaking the kiss. So he’s blowing me off for Saturday instead of tonight. I gripped the sides of his shirt, pressing my body against his. He pulled away again to let us breathe, I smiled. “Okay, but I still get to see you Sunday, right? You’re not cancelling both days, are you?” I asked, trying not to pout because I was missing a day of his company. Hmm, maybe I should cancel with Sam tomorrow so I can hang out with Will instead.
He laughed quietly. “You didn’t let me finish,” he teased, kissing the tip of my nose. “My mom wants you to come too.”
I gulped. Suddenly I became both excited and scared at the same time. He’d told his parents all about me being his student, they knew we were dating. Apparently he’d told them everything when we first broke up because they kept asking about me all the time. They didn’t seem to mind about it in the slightest, according to Will; they just liked seeing him happy. I had only met them once, at his sister’s wedding, and they’d seemed genuinely nice at the time. They had to be great people to have two awesome boys like Will and Sam. From what I’d heard about Kaitlin she was just as nice too, but I’d only spoken to her for a few minutes on her wedding day so I didn’t really know her much at all.
I looked at Will a little unsure what to say. It seemed quite weird to be taken home to meet his family when he had no chance of doing that in return, at least for a few months anyway.
“Really?” I mumbled.
He smiled reassuringly. “She’s booked a restaurant a little way out of town so no one will see us together. It will just be us, my parents, my sister and her husband, and Sam. You’ll be fine. If you want me to, I’ll hold your hand all night long for moral support,” he offered, raising one eyebrow, looking so hot that he took my breath away.
“That’d be kind of awkward when I want to cut my food,” I teased, making him laugh. “Will, do they really want me there?” I asked, looking at him sceptically.
He smiled and kissed me again softly. “Of course they do, Cutie. You’re my girl. We come as a package now, me and you.” His eyes were boring into mine, and I could see how much me going to a family dinner meant to him.
I pushed all of my nerves away and nodded, biting my lip. “Okay sure, I’d love to meet your family again,” I told him; trying not to show him how scared that made me. It wasn’t that it was scary meeting his family; it was just a little weird that they knew that I was a
minor and his student, and yet they still wanted me to go out with them for an anniversary dinner.
Will grinned at me happily before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and didn’t let him pull away this time. When his tongue grazed my bottom lip, I eagerly granted him access, submitting to his request and pressing my whole body against his tightly. He moaned in the back of his throat, and before I even knew what had happened, he slammed me against the wall, his hands running down my body as he kissed me almost desperately.
My whole body felt like I had died and gone to heaven as he pushed my skirt up slightly, his hands massaging my bare thighs. I gasped as he kissed down my neck, biting on the skin gently, before returning to my mouth. The kiss was so all-consuming that my knees felt weak. He pressed me against the wall tighter as he lifted me off of my feet, guiding my legs around his waist as he kissed me like he could devour my soul.
He hadn’t kissed me like this for a long time. It seemed like he’d completely lost all of his restraint. This was the type of thing that he didn’t let happen at all, no matter how much I begged. My heart was beating like crazy, and some small part of me knew that we should stop. He would regret this if I let it carry on… but I couldn’t force the words out to stop him. I needed this, we both needed this otherwise we’d end up going crazy.
I gripped my hands into his hair and pulled his mouth away from mine so I could breathe, but his lips didn’t leave my skin, they just travelled down my neck instead, leaving a burning trail in their wake. I moaned his name and he pushed us away from the wall, heading back over to his desk again. He laid me down on top of all of his papers he was sorting earlier; I clamped myself to him tightly as he pulled back slightly.
He opened his mouth to speak, and I felt my heart sink. He’s regained his composure again; he’s going to tell me that we need to stop. His eyes were so excited that it made my breath catch in my throat, I could feel his whole body pressed against mine, and I knew that, physically, he didn’t want to stop either, I could feel the evidence of that.
“I love you, Chloe,” he whispered, kissing me again. His hands roamed my body again, one slipping under my shirt the other gripping my ass as he pressed his crotch against mine.
Wait, he isn’t stopping?
I felt happiness building up inside that his hands were finally on me after five long weeks of playing it cool. My fingers were trembling as I started on the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders as I kissed over his chest.
Suddenly I heard a gasp. “Oh my god!” a girls voice cried.
I gulped, and Will and I both turned to see Erika Dennison standing there in the doorway, her mouth hanging open in shock, staring at us attacking each other on the desk like a couple of animals.
Chapter Thirty
I felt the colour drain from my face as I looked at her. Why her? She categorically hated me. If we had to get caught by someone, why did it have to be her? My heart sank as a slow smile started to stretch across her lips. Oh God, please let this be a dream! Please tell me that his class was so boring that I fell asleep and am just having a nightmare right now, please!
“What the hell?” She shook her head, frowning, as if she was trying to work something out.
Will hadn’t moved, he was still pressed against me, pinning me to the desk, his hands exactly where they were two seconds before she entered the room. What on earth do we do? Will was going to get into so much trouble, I was going to be expelled, our lives were going to be ruined, and it was entirely my fault! Why did I have to wear a stupid skirt and tease him? Why did I have to want his attention and be such a freaking tease in the middle of school? I’m so stupid, and everything about this situation was my fault!
I gulped again and opened my mouth to try and speak; I had no idea what I wanted to say so I was hoping something coherent was going to come out of my mouth. Instead, what came out was, “I’m… we… no… it’s not… no way…” I wanted to punch myself. Will still hadn’t moved, it was like he was frozen. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing, but I knew one thing for certain, he needed to get the heck off of me and start thinking of excuses for why he was kissing me and why his shirt was almost off!
I shoved on his chest, making him stand up straight, but he was still between my legs, his mouth just hanging open. His eyes were wide and his body tense. Jeez, snap out of it, Will! I sat up quickly, tugging on my skirt and top, righting myself as I blushed like crazy.
“Miss Dennison, it’s not what it looks like,” Will defended, shaking his head as he snapped out of his frozen state and started to button his shirt.
She laughed quietly. “Oh this is priceless. I came back to get my book, and I see this. This is too good,” Erika mused, smirking at me. “I really think you could have done better though, Mr Morris. I mean, look at her, it’s Chloe for goodness sake!” She looked me over slowly, a disgusted look on her face and I felt my eyes prickle with tears, but there was no way I was letting them fall in front of her.
An angry expression crossed Will’s face. “Enough!” he snapped.
She smiled sweetly and turned to grab her book that was lying on the desk. I had no idea what to say or do; all I could think about was that this was entirely my fault. Will was going to jail because of me.
She grabbed her book and turned for the door. “Well, it was nice knowing you,” she chirped, laughing quietly to herself.
I swallowed the lump that was rapidly forming in my throat. She was going to tell someone, she was going to go and cause a shed load of trouble for both of us! I briefly considered my options. I could let her go, and we could pretend that she was lying. I could grab her, beat her to a pulp, and then chop her up and hide her somewhere. I could beg her not to say anything. Or I could just admit the truth, and we’d just pretend that this was a spur of the moment, one time indiscretion.
Personally I didn’t like the sound of any of those options. I was leaning towards the cutting her into little pieces plan, but I didn’t think Will would go for that. So I decided to go for the begging and try and appeal to her compassionate side, if she even had one.
“Erika, please!” I cried desperately. She stopped and looked at me, raising one eyebrow as I continued. “Please don’t say anything; this is my fault, all of it.”
Will shook his head. “No, Chloe, I was the one-” he started, but I pretended he hadn’t said anything and carried on speaking.
“I started it, I just kissed him. It was my fault,” I lied, begging her with my eyes.
“Tell it to the Principal.” Erika shrugged and wrenched the door open, storming off.
I turned to Will; my heart was in my throat, my eyes prickling with tears. He cupped my face in his hands. “Don’t you dare try and take the blame for this; I swear to God, Chloe, if you do I’m going to be so mad at you. If anyone’s getting in trouble, it’s me!” he said sternly.
I gulped and pushed his hands off of me. I wasn’t giving up yet; maybe I could convince her not to say anything. I shoved him away and ran out of the door, ignoring how he shouted my name as I ran. I knew he couldn’t follow me immediately; he still had to button his shirt and couldn’t go tearing down the halls with his shirt off like that.
I streaked out and spotted Erika sauntering confidently down the hallway. She wasn’t rushing; she had her head held high as she walked in the direction of the Principal’s office.
I ran up to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop as I looked at her desperately. “Please? Please don’t get him into trouble! It was entirely my fault, I just threw myself at him, none of this is his fault. Please don’t make him suffer for something I’ve done, please?” I begged. I felt sick, my hands were shaking, and my whole body was cold.
She smirked at me. “It’s your fault?”
I nodded quickly, and swiped at the traitor tear that fell down my face. “Yes,” I whispered.
She tapped her finger on her chin, her long blood red nail touching her lips as she pursed
them, thinking about it. “What’s it worth then?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
What’s it worth? Is she going to want money or something to keep quiet? I mentally counted up how much spare money I had, and how much was in my bank account. “I… I don’t know. I guess I could scrape a couple of hundred?” I offered, shrugging awkwardly. I could always get the money from Will; he was bound to have more than that.
She burst out laughing. “I don’t want your money, Ice Princess. What else do you have to offer?” she hissed, sneering at me.
I frowned and shook my head. What else is there to offer? “I… I don’t know. What is it that you want?” I asked quietly. I flicked my eyes around. Thankfully the corridor was empty because people had already left to go home. Amy would be waiting for me around the corner. Maybe I could shout for her, I bet she’ll help me with the chopping Erika up into little pieces plan!
She looked me over slowly. “Well I definitely don’t want the rags that you call clothes,” she mocked with a distasteful look on her face. “I’m not totally sure. How about I have a think about it?” she offered.
I did a mental happy dance that she wasn’t going to turn us in straight away, at least that would give me more time to come up with some more cash or something if she wanted to think about it. “Please don’t say anything to anyone, Erika. I’ll do anything that you want, just don’t get him into trouble, please?” I whispered, trying not to cry again.
She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were hard. “You’ll do anything?” There was a wicked, nasty tone to her voice that made a tickle run down my spine. I gulped and nodded in agreement. Somehow I knew I’d live to regret that comment. “For starters, I’ll take that cash you offered, bring it in tomorrow with you.” She reached into her schoolbag, pulling out her history and English books; she shoved them into my chest. “Do my assignments, they’re due tomorrow, and I don’t want less than a B so don’t be trying to be cocky about it and make me look bad in class!” she hissed, waving her hand dismissively.
