I'm surprisingly keen to get to school, I left my jacket with Anne/Rory and I can't wait to see her. I've driven myself nuts fantasising about her this weekend, I need to get her out of my head and the only way to do that is to fuck her, and the only way to do that, is to find out who she really is.
Even though I'm the first one in, my friends take forever to get here and then they're not interested in moving so we're late as usual. I keep an eye out for her walking into school, for some reason I expected her to be wearing my jacket. The idea giving me a little thrill, but so far I've not seen her and I'm starting to feel irritated.
Mr Whiting doesn't even bother saying anything when we walk in mid lesson, just carries on talking as though we're not there. Is it any wonder we don't show an interest when he's clearly not bothered about us? I follow Luke to the desk, wondering where Anne/Rory could be and then something catches my eye.
Oh for fucks sake!
My jacket is neatly folded on my chair when I pull it out to sit down.
That sneaky bitch.
Half of me wants to laugh at her intelligence, the other half is annoyed and deeply disappointed. The second half wins and I tip it onto the floor, glaring at the potheads and sporty guys at the front of the room, just waiting for someone to start something so I can get rid of my frustration.
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"What's your problem?" Luke puts his hand out for my lighter at lunchtime.
"Nothing." I mutter, slapping it into his palm and inhaling deeply on my cigarette, trying to soothe the irritation of not being able to figure out who she is.
"The naked girl? Still?" He shakes his head, lighting the cigarette in his mouth and passing me back my lighter. "Bill says the parties are pretty regular, she'll be at the next one I reckon, you can do her then."
"She was hot, right?" I turn to look at him, wondering whether I've been fantasising so much, it's become more than it actually was, but he nods, whistling a note that somehow emphasises her attractiveness.
"I'd have had a pop." He glances across at Ruby Jones, Poppy Barden and Stacey Green, coming over to us. Draping his arm around Ruby's neck, he offers her his cigarette and she puts her lips around it while it's still in his hand, fluttering her eyelashes up at him in the process.
"What if she's not at the next one?" I slip my lighter into my back pocket, leaning against the wall and watching Ruby press herself back up against him.
"Mate, find someone else to tap. You're getting a bit weird over her and you don't even know her real name."
"Who's this?" Ruby asks. Her eyes flicking to me, while Luke sucks on her neck.
"No one." I snap, throwing my cigarette down and stepping on it.
"Woody's got a little crush." Luke says, leaving a bright red mark on her skin when he pulls his mouth away.
"Screw you, I have not." I clench my fist and he laughs.
"Then what's the problem?" He spins Ruby around to face him, grabbing her ass and looking at me over her shoulder, flicking his eyes at Poppy and Stacey. "You wanna obsess over some random girl you barely touched, it's going to mess you up. To get over one, get under another and then another and another."
"Maybe." I say, but it's too late. I'm already wondering how to find out about the next party and hoping it's soon.
I'm crazy, I must be. I tell my reflection that night. I'd kept my head low when Shane walked in, hiding behind Rae and my books until he wasn't facing my direction anymore, but part of me had still wanted him to look straight at me, as though he knew it was me at the weekend. As though I wasn't just a stupid drunken opportunity. He didn't even look behind him, not once, I was sat there worrying myself stupid for absolutely nothing. I could hear Jenny stifling a giggle beside me the moment he saw his jacket and I was terrified he'd hear her and turn around, but he just tipped his chair up, kicked at his jacket and stared ahead of him. So why do I feel so disappointed?
Why can't I find her!? It's been almost a week, a frustratingly unsuccessful week with no sign of her, so I'm trying Luke's idea and finally giving in to Carrie Lawson, who's been batting her eyes my way since the end of last year. The second Luke and Ruby disappear upstairs, she climbs onto my lap, pushing her lips over mine and her tongue diving straight into my mouth. I try to focus on her, to enjoy touching her body, she's willing enough, but I wish she would shiver and moan the way Rory had, just something to show she's enjoying it and she's not just going through the motions. Stop thinking about her, focus! She slides off my lap, unzipping my trousers and grinning up at me. It's obvious what she's about to do and surprisingly, it does absolutely nothing for me. Pulling my cock out of my trousers, she sucks and rubs it, trying in vain to bring it to life. Absolutely nothing, I can't believe it. The second it's guaranteed some action,
I'm so excited it's Friday, I've managed to get through the week unscathed and tonight, to celebrate, we're going out to Andromeda's karaoke bar. I even drove in this morning, parking in the big car park up the road and walking the rest of the way in so I can drive us back to Jenny and Priya's after school. I'm stupidly early and I love it, Mr Whiting unlocks the door for me and I sit at my desk, opening my book on my phone and waiting for everyone else to arrive. "I'm just popping up to the staffroom, Aurora." Mr Whiting tells me, more out of courtesy than anything else. "Ok sir, do you need me to do anything?" "No, no, you just enjoy the peace and quiet." He smiles at me, gathering up his paperwork and opening the door. "Mr Woodson, can I help you?" I look up, my mouth wide open, as surprised as Mr Whiting that Shane is here so early. "No, sir." Shane replies, a big grin on his face. "Just couldn't sleep so thought I migh
I watch her over my book, wriggling in her seat under my gaze. I can't help but chuckle to myself, she might look all prim and proper today, her hair tightly tied back, barely any makeup and school books spread around her, but she's definitely the same wild girl I watched running naked through the streets and had writhing beneath me. My cock twitches to life in my jeans at the thought. She was fighting to keep control of herself just now, I know she was. I can't wait to touch her again, I love how much she wants me. I'm going to make her beg for it! This is going to be so much fun! Other students start filling the room and when her friends come in and sit beside her, I see her relax a little, but still she glances my way every so often. Every time our eyes meet, she blushes and looks away, I'm loving this reaction and wondering how else I can get to her today. I want to know for sure it wasn't just the alcohol making her moan at my touch.
"I can't believe he knows it was me." I tell my friends on the way out of school. "It's been a week, I thought I was safe." "The fact he's taken a week is quite concerning actually, he really isn't the brightest spark." Jenny giggles to herself. "He might have got it out of his system though?" Rae says optimistically, glaring at Jenny for being unhelpful. "It doesn't seem like he's told anyone else at least." "Miss Jewkes. Do you have a minute?" Mr Whiting calls to me from the main door of the school. "I'll meet you by my car." I hand Rae my keys and follow Mr Whiting back to his classroom. Waiting inside is Shane and my heart stops as soon as our eyes meet. What the hell? Has he told Mr Whiting!? "Mr Woodson has asked for some assistance with his classes. I thought you'd be best to tutor him since I know you tutor some other students." "Uh…" I look from one to the other, my brain in too much of a panic to think of a reason
I've met Aurora for an hour after school every day for two weeks and even tried to make conversation between classes and at lunch but she's avoiding me and ignoring any conversation that doesn't relate to schoolwork. In the first few sessions she shut down every attempt I made to discuss seeing her at Andromeda's, finally threatening to stop tutoring me if I didn't focus on the work. So, I've actually been studying just to try to work out a way to get her to talk to me properly. It's having an unexpected side effect in that I'm starting to understand what's going on in my classes, I even replied in French when Mr Gordon asked me something. I'm not sure who was more shocked but he took me aside after class, telling me I had a good accent and to keep up the good work, even giving me a friendly shoulder pat as I left. I've never had a teacher look at me proudly before, I'm not sure how I feel about it.
He left!? After what happened, what almost happened, he just left. I'm so confused. He'd looked so hurt, I don't understand what's going on, he could have any girl, has had most of them, everyone knows Shane Woodson doesn't do more than one night stands. So why's he worried about what I'll feel like tomorrow? What's he playing at? Pulling my dress back on and straightening my hair out, I grab the bottle of sambuca and head downstairs, carefully since the floor seems to be dropping away from me every time I take a step. The party's still going strong and despite checking all over the house, Shane's nowhere to be found. I feel the desperate need to apologise to him, to ask him to come back and tell him that I don't hate him. To erase the hurt that was on his face before he left and ask him what's really going on. "Oi, share." Alex grabs the bottle from my hand and slings his arm over my shoulder. Leani
What the fuck is wrong with me? I went there to fucking do her, and then I lose my shit and leave when it's about to happen! I kick the fence, the pain shoots up my leg and I shout until my rage subsides. The image of her beautiful confused face floats into my brain. I need to get her out of my head. At that moment, two girls I vaguely remember from one of Billy's parties, stroll along the path, giggling together and sharing a giant bottle of coke. They see me and grin, offering me the bottle, I swig it down. Vodka, perfect. I'll get trashed. I follow them back to an empty house, flopping down on the sofa while they dance and kiss each other in an attempt to turn me on. I drain half the bottle, barely seeing the two girls in front of me, my head swimming and images of Aurora refusing to be chased from my brain. I look down, both girls are trying hard to bring some life to my flaccid cock, sucking and rubbi