by A. R. Breck
"Great!" Mya claps her hands together, snapping me out of my depressive thoughts. Mya is so excited that she is vibrating with energy.
"Alright, well I've got to go. See you at lunch. Hopefully the rest of the day passes quickly!" I give her a wave and am off to second period. The moment that I turn the corner, I let out a huge sigh. More than anything, I am just ready for this day to be over. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to hang out with my friends tonight. But the pep and excitement of homecoming has been a bit overwhelming, and I'm not really feeling as cheery as I'm sure I should.
Walking into second period, I glance over at Mr. Cooper and notice he looks exhausted himself. His angry stares have tapered off and now they are mostly just sad and miserable. His usual well-dressed self has now been slightly wrinkled shirts. His messy hair has been without his usual ponytails, and now lay in disarray upon his shoulders, and he is constantly running his hands through it in exasperation. I have been trying to watch him for any signs that he still has feelings for me, but the more I watch him, the more my heart feels like it is being torn in two. So, now I mostly just keep my head down and rush out of class the moment the bell rings.
The hour passes quickly as Mr. Cooper flies through his lecture and then lets us work on our assignments for the remainder of the hour. Brock chats with me when he can, but Mr. Cooper is quick to shut that down the moment it happens. I wish he wouldn't get so angry about it. If anything, he is drawing more attention to himself every time he tells Brock to quiet down, seeing as other people chat and he doesn't reprimand them for talking.
As the bell rings and people are getting up and packing their stuff to leave the classroom, I take my time, just wanting to see if Mr. Cooper will stop me and we can quit this charade we're playing. Brock has gotten used to me taking my time and no longer waits for me to leave, he just throws me a see you later, although this time it is attached to, can't wait to see you tonight, which causes Mr. Cooper's eyebrows to furrow in distaste. His jaw tics, but besides that you wouldn't be able to tell he even heard what Brock said.
I give Brock a halfhearted wave and linger in front of the doorway, looking back at Mr. Cooper. Sensing that I am still here, he tilts his head up and gives me a sad smile. My eyes instantly tear up and I make a move to go and talk to him.
"Mr. Coo-" I start.
"Callie, don't. Please. Just go. Please." He looks at me with such agony that I can't help but let a tear escape down my cheek, and I wipe it away angrily. Feeling defeated, I turn around without a word and walk out the door, leaving before my heart can be broken beyond repair.
* * * *
"Make room, bitch!" Mya hip bumps me in their bathroom, all of us trying to squeeze in enough room to put on our makeup at the same time.
"Hey! Watch it, I almost messed up my mascara." I say to her reflection in the mirror.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, and I am honestly surprised I was able to make it through the entire day. I didn't see any more of Mr. Cooper, thankfully, but I did run into Brock around every turn. We decided that we are going to meet the boys at the game, since we will have to rush back here to change into our dresses anyway.
The boys will pick us up here for the dance, and we will all ride together back to school. Mya finally got asked yesterday evening by Lane, the guy who she hung out with at Sawyer's party the other week. She acts like she is not happy having to go with him, but I think she likes him more than she's letting on.
We are all dressed up in our school colors, purple and white. Mya is wearing dark jeans while me and Leah are wearing black leggings with our school t-shirts, tied at the back of our waist to show a little stomach. It is getting cold now, being the end of September, so we are going to bring our jackets with in case we get cold. I know I will.
We each decided to curl our hair and wear it down this evening. I just hope that the curls stay fresh throughout the game and all the way to the dance. If it doesn't, we should at least have a short period where we can freshen up.
"Come on guys, we have to go." Mya is the first ready, twirling her keys around her finger and giving us a hurry the hell up look.
"Coming, coming." I say, capping the end of my mascara and running to put on my black Chucks, lacing them up as quickly as possible.
Leah walks past me and my nose instantly starts to tickle, making me sneeze. "Yeesh, Leah. Put on enough perfume? Nobody better light up around you or you will burst into flames." I start cackling, falling back on Mya's bed.
Leah's cheeks redden, "Shut up!" She sniffs herself, then grimaces and giving us a mumbled, "Be right back."
Mya groans, "Leah, hurry up! We do not have time for this!" She turns to me and says, "I'm not waiting around in here or else she will be walking in circles all night. I'll be in the car." She grabs her purse and walks out of her bedroom, heading towards the stairs.
"Leah! We're going out to the car! Hurry up!" I shout, grabbing my things and following Mya out to the car. Hopping in the back seat, I see Mya has already turned on the radio and is turning the volume up, trying to get pumped up before the game.
Five minutes later, Leah comes out the door barefoot with her shoes in hand, hopping in the front seat with a big plop. "Ugh! Okay, I'm finally ready to go." She huffs.
I sniff, relieved that I don't have the tickle in my nose anymore. "Great, you smell better too." I snicker.
She turns to me with a glare. "Shut it. I'm nervous for tonight. This is mine and Sawyers first date and I don't want to mess it up."
Hearing the nervousness in her voice, I reassure her, "You will be fine. He likes you for you. You don't need to add a whole bottle of perfume for him to want you." I try and fail to keep a straight face, chuckling when I can't hold it in anymore.
Mya giggles a little too, "Seriously though, Leah. Sawyer really likes you. You don't have to be nervous. You got this." She gives her shoulder a little nudge before pulling out of the driveway.
We turn up the radio, singing along to Better Now as loud as we can. My cheeks hurt by the time we pull in to the school from smiling so much. We all roll out of the car in laughter, wiping under our eyes and clutching our stomachs that cramping from laughter.
"Oh my God, I hope I didn't mess up my makeup." Mya says on a huff.
"You're fine. Let's go." Leah grabs both of our hands and starts walking towards the football field where the game is about to start.
Once we get to the bottom of the stands, we hear, "Leah! Over here!" And look up to see Sawyer waving his hands, trying to get Leah's attention. Next to Sawyer is Brock and Lane, looking like they are having a debate about something and are in their own world.
Leah waves up to Sawyer and turns to us. "Come on." She turns and starts walking up the bleachers, practically skipping up to a smiling Sawyer.
Brock does a double-take when I get up to where they are sitting. "Callie! You made it! You look great! Sorry, I was fighting with this douche over who is going to win tonight." He puts his hand on Lane's head and gives it a shove, causing Lane to sock him in the arm with a fuck off, bro.
"Hey, Mya." Lane says with nod of his head.
"Hey, Lane." Mya says in a sugary voice, making me squint my eyes at her. Huh?
Sticking my questions on that interaction in my bring this up later compartment, I sit down next to Brock and run my hands together, trying to warm up. "How do you guys literally not freeze to death in these temps? I seriously feel five seconds from frost bite."
Mya laughs, "You big baby, it's not even that cold. You will get used to by the end of the year, just wait and see."
"I don't want to get used to it." I pout.
Brock chuckles, "You cold, Callie?" He puts his arm around me, rubbing my arm to warm me up a bit. I still, feeling like I am doing something I shouldn't be doing. But then I realize, Mr. Cooper doesn't want me, and I force myself to relax under his arms and promise myself to try and have a good time tonight. No more thoughts of Mr. Cooper.
Once the game starts, p
eople get pretty excited. I remain in my seat, and seeing that I never shrugged off Brock's arm, he must have taken that as approval, because he rests his arms there for the beginning of the game. And sadly, his touch does nothing for me.
* * * *
"I'm going to use the restroom, I'll be back." I say to Brock. "Mya, Leah, you want to come with?" I ask.
"No, I'm good." Mya says, barely giving me a glance. Her and Lane have been in a conversation for most of the first part of the game, which is only heightening my curiosity on what's going on with those two.
I look over at Leah, who is sitting on Sawyer's lap and they are snuggling, taking selfies to most likely post on Instagram. They are disgustingly cute. Seeing as she didn't even hear me, I don't even ask her again. I'll just let her be with her lover boy.
"Do you want me to walk down there with you?" Brock asks with a cute grin on his face.
Needing a moment away from his grabby arms, I say, "No, I'm good. I'll be right back. Do you want anything?"
"Nah, I'm good." He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through his social media, I presume.
It's not that he was trying to cop a feel, he just constantly has his arm around my shoulders, laying a hand on my knee, grabbing my hand to hold. I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic from it, and really just need a minute to breathe.
Shrugging, I walk down the bleachers and follow the signs for the nearest restroom. Seeing that there is a huge line on that one, I walk to the other restrooms at the far end where not many people are. I give myself an internal fist pump when I see only a couple other people in these restrooms, I quickly go into the bathroom and sigh in relief when I finally get a minute alone.
After washing my hands and giving myself a once over, I leave the bathroom, walking back through the quiet hallway. Suddenly, I'm grabbed by my wrist and yanked backwards, into a closet underneath the bleachers. I open my mouth to scream when a hand is slapped over my mouth and I get a whiff of man. Strong, scented, woodsy man, and I only know one person who smells this good.
Turning, my eyes go wide when I see the chocolate eyes of Mr. Cooper. He releases his hand from my mouth and puts his finger up to his lips. "Shh. It's just me." Mr. Cooper whispers.
"Mr. Cooper, what are you doing here? What's going on?" I take a step back, noticing that he isn't in his usual dressy slacks and button-up. He is now in dark washed jeans and a black hoody. He looks hot in slacks, but he looks absolutely edible in jeans. I get only slightly embarrassed when I feel my panties start to dampen.
"I'm sorry for grabbing you. I just – I just can't play this anymore. I'm done fighting it. I can't sit here and watch you with someone else. You're mine, Callie. Do you understand me?" His eyebrows raise, waiting for my answer.
I'm surprised, shocked, delighted, you name it. But most of all, apprehensive.
"How do I know you aren't going to back out on me like you have every other time?" I cross my arms over my chest, not wanting to fall for his words, not yet.
He reaches out and puts his hands on my cheeks, cupping my face. "Because Callie. You are it for me. I knew it the second I saw you. You feel the pull between us, right?" I nod, lovestruck. "There is no fighting it, and we are only wasting our time trying. I'm giving in, here and now. I want you. I need you, and I know you need me too." His eyes pierce into mine, begging for acceptance of something that is already so certain, I can feel it coursing through my veins.
Leaning into his touch, I finally say, "Yes, Mr. Cooper. I'm yours."
"Alec, Callie. I'm just Alec." He rasps.
"Alec." I whisper.
Grabbing my hip with one hand and the back of my head with the other, he brings me to him, smashing his lips to mine. It's messy, it's raw. It's absolutely beautiful. We moan into each other's mouths. Biting his bottom lip, I hear him groan in pleasure, and I feel him growing hard as he presses himself up against me.
Ripping himself from my lips, I am about to scream in frustration when he reaches down and whips my shirt off, discarding it behind him. He then reaches down and slips my shoes off and then pulls my leggings off my legs, one by one, ever so slowly. I'm so wet, I'm nearly dripping at this point. As he comes back to standing, he slowly traces his hand up my leg, grazing over my heat and dipping his finger through my folds, moaning when he sinks into wet desire.
"You are so fucking wet. Holy fuck." He quickly unbuttons his jeans and yanks them down to the bottom of his thighs, not bothering to take anything else off. I almost protest at this, but he suddenly reaches down again and lifts me by the back of my legs, slamming me up against the wall.
"Oomph." I grunt.
"You wet for me, baby?" He asks, spreading my juices up to my clit, making me jolt.
I mewl. "Yes. Yes, only for you, Alec. Please, please fuck me."
"My pleasure." He says only a moment before he plunges into me, stilling once he gets fully seated. We both groan into each other's mouths, unable to stop the pleasure that is turning our blood to fire. Every touch, every slide of his hand along my body creates an inferno of emotion, feeling, and sensations. I am unable to stop myself as I start crying out his name.
He brings a hand up and slaps it over my mouth again. "You have to be quiet, there are too many people outside."
I continue to moan and clench the walls of my pussy, making him tense and let out a low moan too.
"Callie." He growls.
Circling my hips on him, I feel giddy when I see that he is losing control. He releases his hand and grabs both of my hips, halting me in place. I feel his cock inside of me throbbing, and his neck is pulsing, showing the thread of control he is barely able to maintain.
Tipping my head back and arching my back slightly, I groan when he starts to move ever so slowly. I suddenly hear a fuck it, and am grabbed by the hips almost painfully as he pistons his cock into me in a punishing rhythm, over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass is the only sound in here besides our moans of pleasure.
And suddenly, I find myself reaching my peak that I didn't even know I was climbing towards. Starting at the tips of my toes, I get a warm, fuzzy current that slowly spreads up my legs and throughout my body, making me groan loudly. I am almost certain I even black out. The sensations he emits in me is almost too much, and the connection I feel when I'm with him is almost painful.
On a roar, he lets go inside of me, and I feel him twitching, filling me up with his seed deep inside of me. He tilts his head back and looks at the ceiling, catching his breath.
After a moment, he lowers me to the ground. Suddenly feeling shy and apprehensive, I'm nervous he is going to reject me again. Grabbing my clothes, I put them on as the silence becomes louder. I turn around, not wanting him to see the nervousness I know is showing. I hear him shuffling around behind me, putting on his clothes as well. Startling me, Alec grabs me by my hips and spins me around to face him. "Will you come home with me? Right now?" Alec asks softly, brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
As if my heart had any other choice?
"Sure."
THIRTEEN
Alec left me in the storage closet while he went to go get his car. I shake off my nerves as I exit, walking around the side of the school where Mr. Cooper said he would be parked. He didn't want to go where there was a huge crowd, just in case someone would see us.
I shouldn't be nervous, I mean we just had some crazy ass sex. But, going to his house? This is a whole new level of crossing the student-teacher boundaries. I want to go, don't get me wrong. I just wonder what's going to happen? Will things get weird? Is he going to let me stay the night, or are we just going over there for round two?
Spotting his car in the distance, I speed up and just about fly head first into his Jeep, causing him to chuckle. "Jeez, you okay? You looked like you were running from someone." Alec says.
I laugh, but it sounds a bit off tone. "No. I just didn't want us to be spotted." Tucking my hair behind my ear, I buckle up as he pulls out of the
parking lot.
He puts his hand on my thigh when he stops at a stop sign. "Hey, Callie. Look at me." I raise my eyes up to meet his warm, chocolate ones. "You don't have to come over if you want. I'm not trying to pressure you or anything."
"No! No, I want to come over. I'm just a little nervous, but I'm okay. Honest. See?" I give him a warm, genuine smile, and after a beat, he accepts it, giving me a warm smile in return and continuing on with his drive.
Keeping one hand on my knee, he navigates through town and asks me the question I have not been wanting to think about. "Callie, you have to text your friends before they start freaking out. If they haven't already."
Groaning, I say, "What am I supposed to say, though? Ugh, poor Brock." I slap my hand over my mouth and turn towards Alec, seeing the massive scowl on his face. "I didn't mean poor Brock in the sense that I want to be with him, I mean poor Brock in the sense that – does anyone ever want to get stood up?" His scowl eases slightly, and I let out a breath. I do not want to go there tonight.
Pulling out my phone, I send a text to Mya and Leah.
Callie: Guys, I suddenly got some crazy horrible migraine and had to Uber it home. I'm sorry for bailing tonight, have fun!
I don't think they would mind anyway, they looked very preoccupied with their dates.
Leah: Oh! I was getting worried. I'm sorry you can't make it to the dance!! Rest up, we'll chat soon. Xoxo
Mya: REALLY?!
Callie: Yeah… I'm sorry. I'm just going to go home and go to bed. I hope Brock doesn't get too upset!
Leah: Honestly? He's seemed pretty upset when it was obvious you weren't coming back, but now he has been on his phone texting someone since then, looking pretty preoccupied. I'm starting to get curious. I might hover over his shoulder and try to take a peek!
Mya: I'll deal with you later.
Not even paying attention to Mya, my eyes go back to Leah's message. Who has Brock been texting? I feel terrible, but I almost hope that it is another girl… then I wouldn't have to feel so bad about ditching him.
