VioletNew Year's Eve"Abs of steel, did you eat the cookies?" I glare at him from the kitchen of my side of the duplex.Next month we'll be packing it up so I can move into his side, but right now, I'm thinking about banishing him. "Those weren't for me?" He gives me an innocent look."Not the whole container, what am I supposed to take to Holden and Leighton's?""There's a package of Oreo's up in the cabinet. I mean nobody's gonna give two shit's, Vi. They were amazing, by the way."Unbelievable. "Okay, but when we get there empty handed you can tell everyone you ate all of them."He struts over, opening his arms up to me, crushing me to him for a hug. "I'll tell them it was all me, nothing to do with you. I'll brag about how good they were, and then laugh inside because they won't be able to eat them.""You're awful." I laugh, slapping him on that fuckin' ridged stomach of his. Which I still can't figure out how he maintains. "Only awful for you." He dips his h
VOLUME FIVE: MENACEMenaceJanuary"Jesus, please tell me that's not what you're wearing tonight."At the sound of my eighteen-year-old's too deep voice, I turn around. Like I find myself doing more often than not now, I stop a second and take in the moment. In a few months, he won't be here to make fun of what I'm wearing.God, when did Caleb get to be a man standing in front of me? Older than I was when he came into the world screaming and shaking. I can still remember when they placed him in my arms and told me I was responsible for his entire life. He was so small, and I remember looking up at the nurse, asking if it was okay to hold him. Like I needed permission or something. I've taken the responsibility of raising him seriously – because I wanted to – but also because there was no one else to do it. He and I, we've come a very long way together."What's wrong with it?" I press my hands against my chest, smoothing the shirt down.He rolls his eyes, a grin tilting up
Karina"I love your makeup today, Ms. H!" Jess, one of the senior cheerleaders compliments me as she runs into class, right before the bell rings, indicating hallways are supposed to be clear. Little does this girl know my makeup looks different because I'm trying to hide the damage Mason did to my neck on Friday night. Three days later, and nothing is fading. If anything, I had to mix different colors of concealer as it's gotten darker. But that's not something you can talk about in a high school classroom. Instead, I grin. "Thank you, Jess! I'm always looking to try new stuff, you know? Trying to keep up with you gorgeous ladies.""Whatever, you don't even need it."I wish I had the blind confidence of this girl. Granted, I have it now, but it took me a long while to get it after my engagement fell apart, but I've never had as much as she does. "How's everybody doing today?" I lean against my desk. One more class to go after this one, and then we're out of here. These kids,
KarinaM: The weekend was busy, and yesterday was a crap day at work, but I wanted to let you know I had a great night with you! Maybe we can do it again! Ya know, get each other's last names this time?Glancing down at the phone in my hand, I read the text message again, calling myself a fool millions of times over. This marked the fourth day since I had my date with Mason, and the second day he'd texted me. It would also mark the second day I'd ignore him.Tilting my head back, I inspect my neck in the bathroom mirror. I won't have to be caking on the concealer and foundation for much longer. The love bites are finally starting to fade, but I still have bruises on my thighs and in between them I can still feel a twinge when I move a certain way. Mason definitely left an impression on me unlike anyone else has before. A part of me already wants to see him again, to make sure I never have to know what life is like without these love bites, without this soreness again. But that's
KarinaMy heart pounds as I throw my grocery bags into my trunk and then hop into my car speeding away from the grocery store. I'm not sure why it unnerves me so much that Mason was there, not sure why seeing him caused such a reaction within me, I'm seriously not sure of anything right now. All I know is the way he made me feel in those few hours I'll never forget. I want it again, but I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to invite this man back into my life. He could break me in ways my ex-fiancé never did.Nothing I got at the grocery is in danger of spoiling, and right now I'm not looking to go home to an empty house. With my free hand, I pick my cell phone up from my cup holder and use the voice to text option to text one of the only friends I have here, Violet. Even being here for almost two years, it's been hard to make acquaintances. Most people don't come to Laurel Springs; most are born here and move away or are born here and stay here. It's not necessarily the destination of
KarinaOne more class to go. That's what I keep telling myself as this day drags on, longer and longer. I've been hit on by two men and one woman already, thanks to the parents coming in to tell us about their jobs. It's all for the good of the kids. My mantra since this day started. They need the real-world experience that I hadn't had. I want this for them, so I'll make the best of whatever else we have coming our way today.I just made an escape to the restroom, to wash my hands after one overzealous father shook it so hard, he left his sweat on me. Not one of the finer moments of my life. That's for damn sure. Typically, I'm speaking to students as I walk through the halls, but today, I just want to get this over with, go home, and indulge in an entire bottle of wine."Hey, Ms. Holland, my dad's here, is it okay if I go get him?" Caleb asks as I pass him in the hallway heading for our room. Checking my watch, I see the bell is about to ring, but give him the permission he'
KarinaI'm on my second glass of wine tonight, and my mind is still completely blown that Mason is Caleb Harrison's dad. I'm also still trying to recover from the way I orgasmed in my classroom. This man makes me do things I could lose my job over, but that fear pales in comparison to the way he makes me feel. Dear God, my face gets red as I think about it, body heats up as I relive it. I'm five minutes into the best daydream I've ever had when my phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, I see that it's my mom."Hey Mom," I answer, sitting up straight and setting my wine over to the side. I'm doing my best to appear like I'm not half-way tipsy, but I'm not sure how well it's working."Hey," she answers, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "How's it going down south? We miss you."I know she does. Every time she calls me, she doesn't necessarily lay on a guilt trip, but she lets me know how much they miss me at home. I haven't yet told her Philly doesn't feel like home anymore
Karina"Shit!" I hiss between clenched teeth as I put my finger a little too close to my curling wand, slightly burning the tip as I artfully arrange the last strand of hair I've curled around my face. Totally what I get for not using the glove provided, but I have more control with bare hands; and honestly, I like to live dangerously sometimes.Giving myself a once-over, I admit, I'm pretty hot. Hopefully hot enough that Mason will want to do a little fooling around before he drops me off back home. I'm black on black and dark tonight. Black booties encase my feet, up to black ripped jeans, and a band t-shirt that's a little looser than I like it to be. Reaching behind me, I put a knot in the extra material, and when I do, it exposes a small swath of skin between the band of my jeans and the top of the cotton. Closing my eyes, I imagine Mason running those rough hands of his over the smooth skin. Insanity that I've been with this man once, been on one date with him, and he can hav