I was looking forward to seeing Amanda this evening for my daily detention, or as I like to call it, our date. As students scurried towards the front doors in lightning speed, you'd think they were being chased by some armed murderer, I prepared myself for our date- I mean, detention. I'm not exaggerating when I say I sprayed on a new coat of body spray for this ocassion , even took my time to glance at a mirror to assess my appearance , maybe appreciate my handsomeness. God , I was such a good looking guy! How would I know this? Well, I'm a level one narcissist so having an inflated ego is one of my chronic illnesses. That and being a self-entitled ass hole. Just as expected , the beautiful Amanda had braced the seat behind her desk, stacks of books piled in front of her dwarfed by them, as she industriously dragged her red pen over the pages ,seemingly marking them. My presence remained unacknowledged as she buried her nose in the endless piles of books . I stood, rooted to the sp
There was a storm outisde. It was raining cats and dogs , with the occasional clapping of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning. This sorta weather is tailor made for snuggling inside a warm comforter ,drinking hot cocoa while binge watching American Horror Story .But instead I'm stuck in school , typing ferrociously at Amanda's laptop , my fingers begging for a break , afraid they'll fall off my knuckles . I'm finishing the nineth slide and that would have been an awesome achievement but I'm not even halfway through the notes on the given notepad. In fact, I haven't even made a dent but my need to impress Amanda was stronger than Thor's hammer as I wiped the sweat that glittered on my upper brow and got down to business. It's quiet. Really quiet, except for the steady sound of my breathing the ticking of the second hand on the clock and the ocassional flipping of a page as she marked books.Looking over the laptop , I notice she's almost done with marking, just a few more books
My third attempt of throwing a pebble from across my bedroom balcony towards Charli's bedroom window proved futile as I watched it fail to knock the window pane. "This is why I always get picked last in gym class," I grumbed, my energy depleting by the second from my lack of throwing skills. I do throw like a girl. The reason why I was chucking pebbles at Charli's bedroom window was so that I could get her attention for us to talk about the whole fake dating thing. I made a vow not to go to school tomorrow not unless I convince Charli to be my fake girlfriend. I can't stand the idea of running into Leslie again and giving her the satisfaction of annoying the living daylights out of me. I was desperate and my solution lied inside Charli. I prayed for the best while prophesying the worst. Another pebble is tossed and as expected, falls a few inches away from her balcony. Maybe I should call her....but I deleted her number a long time ago . So throwing pebbles it is. "Okay,"I try on
Nothing annoys me more than the shrill cry of my morning's alarm. It's even worse when you've already punched the snooze button thrice and all I'm left with is the dreaded task of having to divorce my blankets and step into the crisp mornignair that stung my skin like razor burns. Heavy eyelids refusing to open , momentarily subjecting me to blindness as I staggered through my room in an attempt to locate the light switch , ocassionally knocking furniture with my feet.Even through my closed bedroom door, I could hear Roxie's out of tune singing. Another source of my morning grumpiness and headache.Where's Simon Cowell when you need him? I trailed downstairs , my nose leading me to the kitchen where mom is cooking...something. It smelled good, much to my pleasant surprise. I don't remember the last time that smelled this amazing. "Good morning, Boo bear," Her chirpy voice greeted meas she untied her pink apron before hanging it on one of the hooks nailed on the kitchen wall next to
"Here, hold this,"I was pushed into doing something I never thought I'd be doing ever since my existence was brought to Earth when my mother pushed me out of her vagina. A rose in hand, its petals birthed with the most attractive shade of red , redder than a blushing tomato, I stretched it over for Charli Dawson to behold. A look of disgust penetrated her brooding aura as she regarded me with a disdainful eye, deftly plucking it from my fingers' grasp with tentative fingers. Never in my seventeen years of life have I ever thought that I'd be buying anyone flowers. Especially Charlotte Dawson!"I suppose this should flatter me into believing that you could be a hopeless romantic when pushed to the wall," She sneered and I returned with an eye roll at her shallow , illogical reasoning. I'd made a brief stop at the local gas station to purchase a rose, for Charli. I wouldn't waste a penny on her even if it kills me but I had to make our fake relationship look legit. Besides, it's just f
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Mr. Angerson spoke, hos voice losing its usual institutionalism tone and adopting a measured one filled with rage and disappointment. His dandruff flaked glasses were almost sliding off the bridge of his nose before using his forefinger to push it up in place."I didn't punch her that hard," Was my casual response ,leaning back on the tattered seat , hearing it squeak at the action. My father was on his way after being called from work about the incident that had ensured between Leslie and I and I couldn't have been more annoyed. Why do they always feel the need to involve parents in disciplinary meetings?"You broke her nose," Mr. Angerson informed with a seething look but I failed to see the severity of the situation. So what if I broke her nose, can't she get a nose nob instead? Those things can be fixed. She comes from a long line of wealthy family members, I'm sure her father can afford a decent nose job."Her nose was ugly anyways, I think
She's seated alone during lunch break. Tray half filled with some salad, I guess it's chicken salad , fiddling with the bottletop of her water bottle, flipping through a novel, Charli Dawson remained unnoticed. Except for a few rude students who would occasionally bump against her as an 'accident' before sniggering as they sauntered away, leaving her with a blistering glare thrown at them. Tyson is talking too loudly I can't even think straight, my gaze snatched by this goth freak as she shrunk herself away from the venomous judgement of highschool students. It's not like it's unusual for her to eat alone, Charli was a lone wolf, never wanted to fit in, never cared about fitting in so she kept to herself. Some took this personally, people like me for example. Her don't care attitude made students gnash their teeth with rage, it's like yelling at someone and instead of them yelling back they remain all calm and laid back. That's certainly going to tick people off. Seriously, I can't
One of the rules laid on me by the iridescent Amanda was that I shouldn't report to class late . The rules of In school suspension. Even with that little detail floating around inside my conglomerated mind , I risked a trip down the local gas station before driving off to school knowing I'd show up late. But Einstein's theory of relativity, time is supposedly not real? It's just some concept human beings came up with so that they can have something to blame when they show up at an event later than expected. Like me , waltzing into my newly assigned, isolated monochromatic painted classroom twenty five minutes late. I chose to blame time and whoever invented it. Arms crossed underneath her breasts, fingers drumming against her upper arm impertinently with her five inch stilletoed foot tapping the marbled floor , I was accurately clued in on her angered mood , a product of my tardiness. And it didn't help that she was glaring directly at me as I stepped foot inside the emptied class
The taste of her skin against my tongue was like ambrosia. The subtle taste of her apple shampoo gel and her sweat mingling against my taste buds causing me to salivate in a metaphorical sense as I held her tighter. Those forbidden kisses had slowly graduated into me dragging my sleek tongue across her neck skin, tasting her like ice cream on a sunny summer day. She reciprocated with a quiet, suppressed moan, melting under my embrace as my arms trembled with excitement and fear. Excitement, because I was kissing the love of my life. Fear, because I dreading the conversation that would happen once I pulled away from this. My breath fanning her skin before slowly shifting my mouth over to her ear, taking her lobe into my mouth, gently biting on to it. Amanda drew in a sharp breath, fighting the pleasure that was evidently riding inside her blood in ruthless waves. "Max....." She'd been calling my name, almost begging me to unhand her despite the fact that she liked what I was doing
This was rare. She was rare. Trapping her between my body and her desk didn't seem like a good idea... until it was. It wasn't my plan to trap her like this but it did seem to keep the tension thick and heavy, watching us share the limited air between our bodies, breathing in the sensuous aroma of her perfume, her aphrodisiac scent that made my head spin. "If you think caging me in like this is going to make me break any rules for you , Maxwell, then you're sadly mistaken," Her voice was soothingly calm and tranquil, her eyes slightly lingering on my lips before shifting those mid wintered sky blue eyes to behold my chocolate brown ones, not breaking eye contact despite the awkwardness of this situation. " I could bribe you instead," I teased with a low husky voice, leaning in to her personal space even more, resting both my hands on either side of her body, enough to really cage her in. To trap her against my body, an inappropriate move considering our glaring age difference,
Roxie's passing glances directed towards me during breakfast held some noticable suspicion with a slight dash of skepticism, following last night's late night conversation. I tried to avoid her burning looks, tried to shrug off her pestering presence as I politely ate my breakfast but still, I could feel her eyes burning holes in the side of my head. " I know you're lying to me," She informed, once breakfast was done and we were both clearing our dirty plates into the sink as mom tidied up the room. " I have no idea what you're talking about," I gave a nonchalant shrug, making my way back upstairs while the ever annoying Roxie trudged right after me. " So you expect me to believe that you've got the hots for mom's seamstress? She's not even your type," Roxie argued back, her footsteps sounding extra close to mine before grabbing my shoulder to swing me around causing me to face her. Looking down at her tiny frame, her height barely reaching mine as I towered over her like a
" Can I ask you something? And please, I want you to take me seriously because what I'm about to ask you is a deeply serious and detrimental question," Normally my conversations with Roxie never started this way . In fact, our conversations were laced with idiocy and typical sibling banter with the frequent use of heavy sarcasm thrown in here and there. But today, I decided to throw all that away as I sought for comfort and wisdom in her room. The look she awarded me the moment I asked her that question was the perfect tell tale sign that she wasn't expecting me to seek her for any sort of advice. Serious or not. " Are you...feeling alright?' Were the first words she managed to stutter once the shock had dissipated from her body. " Come on, Roxie, this is serious," I wasn't in the mood for her bantering, slomping down on her unmade bed . " Can't we have this conversation tomorrow morning? I mean, it's...." She reached over her night stand to grab her alarm clock as she read
" I expect you not to stare into my bedroom window this evening, or ...you know, ever ," Slowly lifting her eyes to feed me her gaze, Amanda said , her fingers suspended atop her keyboard , briefly abandoning her typing task just so that she can address me about what had happened this morning. I arched an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the last of my textbooks before shoving them all into my backpack. The day was finally over and I just wanted to head home and sleep before dinner. Everything that had happened between us this morning was temporarily forgotten , at least I thought but her parading the subject once again was making it kinda hard not to forget.The memory, still fresh , almost as though it had just happened two seconds ago , danced inside my head , shifting from seeing her exposed cleavage to the slight flashing of her pussy. A cold , electrifying shiver shot down my spine as I tried not to undress her with my eyes. " But I like the view," I joked and she rolled her eyes
" Wow! You truly have no friends, do you?" I lightly joked once I reached the tiny shade where Charli was seating under, writing on her journal , a tiny tupperware container filled with apple wedges, neatly cut and arranged inside. That must've been what she settled on for lunch, as opposed to making an appearance in the cafeteria for some real food. But I had a feeling she purposefully avoided the cafeteria in the event she runs into one of her bullies. Better to stay safe than sorry. " If you came here to ruin my peace and tranquility I suggest you crawl back into the hole you came out of and leave me the fuck alone," She gave a curt response, glaring daggers into my head , clearly unamused by my presence."Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" I reprimanded in a fake stern voice. " You're not my boyfriend," She said in a quiet yet cold voice, flipping a page on her poetry journal. " But you did kiss me, remember?" I taunted her with that piece of information , knowing tha
She had refused to tell me about the robe, still unable to accept the possibility of me dating her daughter, calling it bluff before dismissing me to dispurse to the cafeteria for a break, openly craving some chocolate milk that I had been waiting for since the beginning of class. I knew she would be having a very deep and personal conversation with her daughter about our supposed dating life, maybe advise her against going after guys like me since she'd already informed me, indirectly, that she didn't see the value in me as a person. But what's funny is that she willingly lets me hang out with her son , so why is it such a big deal for me to hang out with her daughter? Is this one of those things called 'Double standards'? Or maybe she was okay with me corrupting her son rather than her daughter. Maybe she could handle having a delinquent son than a delinquent daughter. Maybe then she'd ship her son over to her ex husband and let him deal with it rather than bearing the cross of ha
I knew she'd ruin me for other girls . It was quite evident the moment I tried to date other girls but all felt too immature for me. I mean, I too can be much of a petulant infantile boy if I wanted to but something about my best friend's mother made me want to become a better man? Was this normal? And it's not just because I saw her in that robe. It's always been like that. Knowing I'd never fall any other women because she was still in my lufe but we're not together. She's divorced and I'm still in high school. The glaring age gap between our relationship , if it ever blossoms, would most definitely raise concerns . And I'd risk her getting labelled as a pedophile. I can't ruin her like that. Amanda had prescribed me with some assignments for the night, claiming she wanted to keep me busy to prevent any idleness on my part. Maybe she was scared that I'd be lurking at my bedroom windown hoping to see her in that robe again, or in something much more indecent than it. So the soluti
" I didn't see anything, I swear," Those were the words that sprung out of my vocal cords and into my mouth the moment my feet stepped inside the class . She was seating behind her desk as usual, her gaze pierced outside the window completely consumed by her thoughts before turning to face me, having interrupted her reverie. Her coat had been draped over the backrest of her seat , leaving her in just that nice professional pencil dress of hers, short sleeved so her bare arms were naked to my probing gaze. She immediately straightened her seating posture ,a hint of caution to her aura and for a moment , she looked ...scared to see me. Eyed me with suspicion , her bespectacled eyes sweeping through my tall frame before finally settling to stare at my face where our stares met. That toughened , Icy exterior of hers, seemed to melt slightly , her cheeks blossoming with a notable shade of scarlet, flushed with embarassment from this morning's predicament. But that look didn't last long