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
I get home quite late on Saturday after spending the day playing computer games at Danny's. Thankfully my mums not home until Sunday night, I can't face any sort of questioning until I know what's going on in my own head. Now I'm alone, I let the thoughts of Shane flood my brain. I still don't really understand what happened last night, but I know I've got a crush on him that is refusing to go away. At least until I figure out what his game is, I hope it goes away then anyway, because I feel like an idiot right now. Who fancies their bully? Seriously? There's got to be a name for people like me and not a complimentary one! I hear a noise outside, like something large being knocked over and Molly starts barking, running towards the sound. Reluctantly, phone in hand and 999 already ent
Where am I? I wake up in a strange room, it's dark outside so I can't see very well and my brain's too foggy and painful to remember what I did. My arm feels heavy and I glance across to see a mass of red hair sprawled across my skin. Aurora? The shock makes me jump. Oh no, what did I do? "You're still alive then? How're you feeling?" She murmurs, my movement disturbing her. She yawns and sits up, sliding out of my arms, leaving me feeling cold and alone. "Barely, I feel like death. What am I doing here?" She grins down at me, the moonlight lighting her skin and I fight the urge to run my hand down her back. "I have no idea but I'm pretty sure I've been asking you that for at least a fortnight." My voice croaks a laugh and I grab my head, splitting pain rips through it. She offers me a glass from beside the bed, a box of painkillers in her other hand. "Here." "Thanks." She watches me swallow them down before speaking
I lie nervously on the chair in the tattoo shop, my jeans pushed low and my top on the chair underneath me. I grip Shane's hand as the guy, Marcus, traces the tattoo onto my skin. "Hey, you'll be fine." Shane whispers, kissing my fingers. The gesture is confusing and distracts me momentarily from my fear, but then the machine starts in the corner and I jump. Marcus comes towards me with the needle, buzzing like a thousand angry bees and I squeeze my eyes shut, crushing Shane's hand with mine. He whispers something in my ear, but I'm too stressed to take it in. Marcus's fingertips press into my skin and it's a matter of seconds before the needles touch me. Oh wow! I can handle this! No problem! It's nowhere near as bad as I was expecting, not even as bad as when I stabbed my finger with a pin at cadets the other day. I relax my hand, releasing the breath I was holding and opening my eyes to see Shane smiling at me. Even covered in cuts and bruises he's probabl
We stop off for fish and chips after the walk and I notice the lights are still off in her house when we get back. "Do you live alone?" She laughs, shaking her head. "Pretty much. Mum's away a lot, she travels about the country most weekends now I'm old enough not to kill myself if I'm left alone for too long." "What does she do?" "Um… just teaches courses and stuff." I know she's being deliberately evasive, but there must be a reason she doesn't want to say and although I was only asking to be polite, now I'm actually interested in what her mum does for a living. I store it in my brain to ask about another time and hurry around to take the bag of food from her when she goes to carry it indoors. "I'm not totally without manners." I say when she stares at me, pleasantly surprised when she leads me towards the living room. "I thought you'd be a meals at the table kind of girl." "I don't know how to respond to that." She switches on