All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"HEY GUYS!" I gasp at Mason and put my finger right in his face, pinching his nose hard. Luckily, Esme, who just walks in, saves me from a very, very embarrassing moment. "Speaking of sex lives," Ramon says, glancing over at Jace, "Remember that chick you hooked up with last week?" What the hell? I almost drop the pan of bolognese sauce. A little spills onto the floor, but I quickly set the pan back on the stove to save the rest. "Kind of," Jace replies casually. I stay as quiet as possible, while Mason, oblivious to my internal freak-out, grabs more beers from the fridge. How do you 'kind of' remember someone you slept with? "She’s been asking for your number," Ramon continues. "Should I give it to her?" At that exact moment, Esme strolls into the living room, and I hear her stop mid-stride. "Why not? Hey, Esme," Jace says smoothly. I throw my hands up in exasperation. How does he know Esme? And who the hell did he sleep with last week? I'm not jealous. I just need to know w

Esme laughs as she tosses the red lace panties at Ramon's head. Mason shakes his head, trying to look disapproving, but I catch the amusement in his eyes. I, on the other hand, am still in shock and do my best to avoid looking into the rearview mirror. "Ah yeah, someone must've left them here," Jace says, sounding utterly bored. Left them here? A woman just left her underwear behind in his car? I stay silent. What could I even say to that? Luckily, the club is just around the corner, and I let out a sigh of relief. The tension in my body keeps building, though. He had sex in this car. Maybe on the spot where I am sitting. Biting my lip, I glance at the mirror again. Jace's brown eyes meet mine, and I quickly look away. A forbidden image flies through my head for a second, and I grit my teeth at my stupid brain. Jace, naked, in this car. "Stop here, Jace. Before any students see us," Mason says, as the car slows down. Ramon has already tossed the panties into the trunk and is n

I turn to Mason, who’s staring at my torn dress and my bruised cheek. "What happened to you?" he asks, concern written all over his face. "Well, I just tripped over SOMEONE'S shoes and nearly cracked my skull," I say, still lying on my back. I’m too exhausted to get up. "Someone hit her," Esme blurts out. Mason's head snaps toward her. "Wait, someone hit you?" "Ah, yeah, someone did hit me," I slur, pointing at Esme to back her up. "Who hit you?" Mason's eyes narrow, his voice laced with anger. "Carter," I huff, the mere thought of him fueling my frustration. "Carter who?" Jace's voice comes from closer now. I look up and see him hovering over me too, his gaze locked on my cheek and arm. "Carter Smith?" Mason says, piecing it together. "Charlotte’s ex? The senior?" "That’s the one," I say with a click of my tongue. The bright light above me has my head throbbing. "Why did he hit you?" Mason asks, his tone still angry. I sigh out. "Well... I called him a pussy. And weak. And

“The swimming cave,” Mason answers. My face instantly lights up; it’s probably my favorite place in the world. Nestled in the forest, about an hour away, is a pond half inside a cave. You can climb into the cave from the outside, and jumping into the water is an exhilarating thrill. “We’re all going?” Jace suddenly asks. No. Please, not him. My phone vibrates, and Mason glances at it quickly. I grab it before he can and put it on my lap. Mason narrows his eyes. My phone vibrates again. “Who is that?” he asks, nodding toward my lap. “Well, I don’t know, do I? I haven’t checked,” I reply with a shrug. Esme sets two coffees in front of us, and I take that moment to look down and peek. -Char: Hey, girl. Thank you for defending me last night. -Mr. Grumpy: You have no homework? I try to keep a straight face as I open the chat with Jace. -Norali: None. Is typing... -Mr. Grumpy: Not even pages 75 to 105? -Norali: Not that I can remember. -Mr. Grumpy: You have bad memory. And bad

Mason stays silent for a while, and I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. "Fine, yes. I'm sorry for being so controlling. Just let me know if you need a ride. Please don’t do anything stupid, baby sis. And if Ryker offers you cocaine, don’t accept it," Mason says, his voice tinged with sadness. "Okay, brother. Got it. I’ll see you tonight. Love you!" I hang up and let out a deep sigh, my heart still pounding. "We're here!" Ryker shouts, jumping out of the car and stretching his arms. "God, almost dying makes you thirsty," he adds, eyeing the bottle of gin. Rolling my eyes, I exit the car and take in the lush greenery around us. Perfect. Connor wraps his arm around me and leads me toward the park where the lake is. He’s carrying a big bag filled with food, drinks, and badminton gear in one hand. Ryker runs ahead, unfurling a picnic blanket and testing various spots until he finds the perfect one beneath a tree. He then drops to one knee and offers to take off Hannah’s shoes. She gr