Whispers In the wall

Fiona’s POV

“Um, no he wasn’t, Dad. I had a very bad period cramp and it hurts,” I answered with a trembling voice. My mum smeared her lips, like she wanted to believe me.

“Is that so?” he asked and I nodded quickly before sliding off my chair to leave.

“I’ll be in my room,” I said, but mum’s voice slashed in before I could move an inch.

“And who would you leave all this to tidy?” she asked, her voice dangerous. I turned to start packing when they both left for their room. Then relief washed over me.

As soon as I was done, I rushed back to my room in haste before my mum thought of another task she would want me to do. I shut my door quietly and crashed hard on my bed until I fell asleep.

***********

The next day came without a warning, I had slept in one position throughout the night and the pain crawled through my skin as I stretched out of bed to the bathroom.

Then I remembered Jalen was supposed to explain everything that had happened to me.

He hadn’t.

I frowned and picked up my phone, yanking off some of the water that still drizzled down my body. I needed answers.

My phone pinged with a notification, and I muffled a shocking noise.

“Shit, Elena's test is supposed to be held today” I packed everything I had brought into the small bag I’d brought home, ordered a cab, and slipped out the side door while my parents were still asleep.

The drive back to campus felt endless. My mind raced but I was so determined to get answers to my questions.

By the time I reached the residence hall, it was late, and the bell had rung for lessons to start. I dumped my bag—Advanced Visual Theory was no course to play with, especially not with Elena.

I grabbed my notes in a rush, and ran to the lecture hall.

The room was already half-full. Elena stood at the front, distributing papers with her usual cool precision.

And then I saw him.

Jalen was one of the invigilators. He had leaned against the wall near the door, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room—until they landed on me.

His jaw tightened.

I looked away fast. Heart hammering.

“I do not condone late coming to my class. I'm pretty sure you are aware of this Miss Fiona," she said.

“Sorry miss Elena," I responded as I walked to my desk. Paris rolled her eyes at me and looked away and I sighed. Things seemed to be getting worse between us, but my focus was on something more important.

The test felt eternal. And when the timer finally buzzed to stop everyone, I handed in my paper and slipped out of the class before most students.

I waited in the corridor, tapping my leg on the ground impatiently until Jalen emerged last—holding test booklets tight against his chest, his expression was cold.

I quickly stepped into his path, interrupting his steps until he could no longer take them. He groaned.

“Miss Fiona, step out of my way,”

“Jalen—” I paused. “Miss Fiona? Wow.”

He grabbed my wrist, and yanked me into the nearest restroom, before clicking the door shut behind us.

He spun me around. Pinned me gently against the door.

“What are you doing, Fiona?” he hissed. “You can’t just run up to me in the hallway like that. You know the school rules well enough, and Elena might see us.”

I blinked. Confused. “I’ve run into you before. In worse places. Why are you suddenly so—”

“Because things are different now,” he cut in. Voice low, and urgent. “Anyone could see you, I told you that we need to be extra careful.”

I searched his face. “Tell me what happened? Why did you push me away? You said you’d explain to me back home. But you didn’t.”

He exhaled. Rubbed a hand over his temple.

Then he leaned in. Kissed me hard. Like he needed to let go of every hurt in his chest.

My hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue swept into my mouth. His hand slid under my skirt slowly—fingers finding me already sticky cunt.

“Jalen—” I called and breathed between his lips.

“Shh,” he murmured. “Quick. Before someone comes.” he continued, and dropped to his knees. Pushed my panties aside before his mouth found my clit. It felt hot, and I couldn't help but bite my lips as his tongue kept circling, pulling, and sucking my moan out of me.

“Hmm, I love the sound you make” he murmured between my thighs, parting my legs softly as he pulled harder into his mouth. His tongue didn’t stop flipping the tip of my clit faster. I bit my fist to keep quiet. Legs trembling.

He slipped two fingers inside me. Curled them up and watched me quiver against them.

“Oh!” I whimpered.

“That’s my bunny, keep looking at me,” he ordered. But I barely obeyed with his fingers threatening to drive me nuts.

“Please,” I begged silently, but he responded with a smirk.

“Such an eager bunny, we don’t have all day. I'd have loved to make you lose it.” he breathed and continued. “Let it out bunny, finish for me,” he commanded.

I didn’t wait for him to finish his words, I let all my juice out, gasping as I cum fast like I was running out of time—violently, thighs clamping around his hand. I missed it even though I had it a few hours ago.

He stood and kissed me again—letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“I have to go now,” he whispered while he washed his hands and slipped out before me.

I waited thirty seconds. Fixing my skirt, then a sound came from one of the closed toilets, I shivered and walked towards each door to check who was there. “Hello?” I called but no one answered. I pushed each door open until I reached the last door when I got distracted by a group of girls rushing in and laughing so loudly.

A light sigh escaped my throat, and I adjusted my shirt before stepping into the hall. Head high. Cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure what my instinct heard but I was scared of being watched. Then I remembered he still didn’t tell me what happened. I groaned.

Jalen’s POV

I barely had time to drop the booklets on the desk before the door opened again. No one knocked, and I immediately knew who it was.

Elena.

She closed it behind her. Leaned against it, and smiled slowly.

“Busy morning?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, I was so pissed at the audacity she suddenly grew but I focused on gathering the test scripts.

She leaned even closer and whispered in my ear with her raspy voice.

“I thought we could… revisit our arrangement,” she stated as her fingers brushed my arm. “You seemed so tense during the test. I could help you with that.”

I caught her wrist firmly.

“No thanks. I don’t need your help, and you can take your leave now”

Her smile faltered.

“What?”

“What happened between us was one time. To protect Fiona. That’s it. I’m not continuing this, and that’s final.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“You would rather lose everything because of that girl?”

“I can,” I said quietly. “And I will.”

She stared at me for a long second.

Then she laughed—sharp, and bitter.

“You’ll regret this.” she snapped and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

I exhaled—Sank into my chair. A flush of relief engulfed me as I tried to prepare my mind for what’s ahead, I was so sure she wouldn’t back down.

The day dragged through lectures, grading, and meetings that raised my curiosity with fear, and by evening, I drove home exhausted.

The house was quiet when I walked in. Marian stood in the foyer with her arms crossed. Her face was cold and thunderous. I could instantly sense trouble. I knew Elena would go to any length to make me regret pushing her away, but I never thought it would be that soon.

She clutched her phone in her hand like a weapon.

“Evening,” I said carefully. She didn’t speak, she walked closer to me a little too fast and landed a hard slap on my face. So hard, my cheek burned.

Then she shoved the phone at my chest.

“Watch it, you son of a bitch!” she snapped.

I looked down at the phone and played the familiar video staring at me, shot from inside a restroom stall.

Fiona’s back against the restroom door. My head buried between her thighs, squeezing her thighs against my head and eating her out like I was hungry. Her hand fisted in my hair. Her muffled moans. My name on her lips—over and over.

Then the clip ended.

I stared at the frozen frame, gulping down the last drop of saliva that hung in my throat.

My blood boiled.

“Who sent this?” I managed to speak in a flat voice.

Marian smiled victoriously.

“Does it matter?” she paused. “You are in for one hell of a ride, Jalen.”