All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"And that is the end of class. Good luck with your homework, and I will see you next week!" Grace Walker announces, her voice unusually cheerful. She’s practically glowing. Like she got laid. Hannah and I are still groggy from the morning. Mason had to drag us out of bed, and let’s just say, he wasn’t gentle about it. We were barely conscious halfway to university, so we cranked the music up, much to Mason’s annoyance. "I can’t stand her. There’s something about her that’s just... off," Charlotte whispers as we leave class. "You mean, like how she’s fucking Gretchen’s dad?" Hannah adds, whispering back. "Stop it, guys. She was almost Lina’s stepmom," I say, just as Lina slaps my arm. "She was not! They only had sex," Lina protests loudly. "Would she have taken your dad’s last name?" I wonder aloud, earning another elbow to the ribs from Lina. We laugh, heading out of class and straight into Connor’s group of friends. "Hey, darling," Connor greets me with a grin, wrapping an arm

"Yes... I dare you girls to experiment with each other," Ryker says, his voice softening as he corners us against the wall. "What? Dream on, Ryker," Lina replies, splashing him with water. "Come on! Just a kiss!" Ryker pleads, clasping his hands together. "No. It’s freezing. Let us out, Ryker," Lina laughs. "I’m not letting you leave until two girls kiss!" Ryker shouts, widening his stance in a playful challenge. "Fine," I hear myself say. Everyone turns to me, shocked. "I’ll kiss someone. Who’s volunteering?" I ask, tightening my hold on Charlotte. "Yeah, okay, I’ll kiss you," Charlotte responds from beneath me. "YES!" Ryker yells, the sound echoing off the cave walls. Lina bites her lip as she watches, and I see Connor staring at us intently. I half-climb off Charlotte and turn to face her. She smirks at me and cups my cheek with one hand. Her other arm wraps tighter around my waist as I loop my arms around her neck. "Oh my god, this is really happening," Hannah whispers, a

"I think I’m going to throw up," Mason groans for the fourth time this morning. I slow the car, eyeing him carefully. "I don't know how Jace is at work right now. He left at 6 a.m. for some important meeting, looking fresh as a daisy—and he drank more than me," Mason mumbles, leaning his head against the window to cool down. I press the gas again. We are ridiculously late. I heard Jace at 6 this morning too. Heard him in the shower. That’s when I finally turned on my phone and saw about 12 missed calls and a bunch of angry texts from him. The last one came just after I crawled into bed, and the bastard had continued the kink conversation like nothing has happened. -Mr. Grumpy: I have a new one for our list. -Mr. Grumpy: Put food kink on there. "You just can’t handle your alcohol, brother," I tell Mason, trying not to think about Jace’s texts. "Me? You should’ve seen the guys last night. Ramon tried to go up to your room, and Jace tackled him to the floor, put him in a chokehold

It feels like only seconds have passed before all that’s left is the tiny stick in my mouth. In reality, Charlotte’s already explained two pages of homework. Jace knows that I’m not sucking on anything and clears his throat. A signal for me. He’s still seated behind his laptop right in front of me, and I notice his typing has stopped. The funny thing is, I do have another lollipop in my bag. I could lie and say I don’t... but where’s the fun in that? Fun—by which I mean the overwhelming nerves that almost make me gag. Still, I lean down and dig around in my bag, my hand wrapping around another lollipop. I look at it. Cherry flavor. My favorite. Do cherry-flavored condoms exist—NO. Think of other things. Slowly, I remove the wrapper from the lollipop and feel my body getting warmer and warmer. The stick feels pathetic in my mouth, and when I put it in the wrapper and dump it in my bag, I stare at the purple lollipop a second too long. Still no typing from the laptop in front of me

I try to walk calmly, pushing aside the panic rising inside me. I need to find the one person I trust more than anyone. Not that I could trust him with this. I open the door to the teacher's lounge and see Mason sitting at a desk, engrossed in his laptop. "Mason," I call softly. He looks up, frowning. "Hey, baby sis. Everything okay?" I hear some students behind me and quickly step into the room, closing the door. "Yup. Can we go home?" I ask as I walk further in and notice the stack of papers in front of him. "I could actually use your help. I need to grade these papers. Please?" Mason gives me a pleading look. Grading papers is the last thing I want to do, but his puppy-dog eyes are hard to resist. "What's in it for me?" I ask, tilting my head. "What more could I possibly give you that you haven't already stolen?" Mason teases, giving me a sideways glance. I walk over to him, eyeing the stack of papers. "If I help, you're cooking dinner tonight," I bargain. "Yes, deal. Sold.