CHAPTER34
That night, I have such a vivid dream, way too vivid.
Brett’s found my spot here at the school. His hand covers my mouth as he wakes me. His body is on top of me, and suddenly, we’re not wearing any clothes. He keeps his one hand on my mouth as he touches me everywhere, and I want him so badly. I want him with everything in me. His hand hasn’t even come close to my pussy yet, and I am dripping wet, ready and waiting for him. He rubs his cock against my leg as he teases me, torturing me, and I whimper.
“You’re a screamer, aren’t you?” he whispers.
I try to yank his hand away so I can beg him to take me, but he shakes his head.
“Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you.”
Fuck is that hot. What will the reward be?
Fuck, maybe I want to be punished instead.
What the hell? Where did that come from?
I squirm beneath him, spreading my legs, and he finally brings his hand down there. He rubs against my slick folds, and he shoves two fingers inside me and quickly adds a third. It’s so hot for him to have his hand on my mouth, and somehow, I just know that school is in session, that I have to be quiet or else we’ll be walked in on, and that only makes me that much hotter and wetter.
“So fucking wet for me. You’re such a good girl. Now, I’m going to take you,” he says. “I’m going to have my way with you, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
I can’t nod fast or hard enough.
“All right.” His grin could tempt a nun to sin, and I sigh as he enters me, filling me. I scream against his palm, needing him to go faster, harder, and it seems to know my thoughts because he goes faster, pumps harder, and I’m about to come… I’m so very close…
That’s when I wake up.
With a muffled scream, I spread my legs. I don’t have to touch myself down there to know I’m as wet as I’ve ever been.
What the hell. I hate Brett.
And I also don’t hate him.
* * *
On Saturday, I do go over and see the apartment. It's nice, very nice, and I have to wonder if Brett pulled some strings because of the price, but I opt not to get it. First of all, I don't have all of the money this very second. Second of all, I don't want anyone spying on me for him. I don't trust him, and gifts like this usually come with strings attached, and there aren't any strings on me. Not anymore, and not ever again.
The landlord is a very nice lady, though, who puts me in touch with a realtor relative of hers. I hope that's far enough removed of a connection that Brett won't find out. Through the realtor, I learn about another place to work toward saving up for. At least this apartment complex has three open slots, so hopefully, one will still be available once I save up. I’ll have about forty a month for food and anything else outside of rent and utilities, which isn’t a lot, but after I get the place, I’ll look for that second job.
Soon. It has to be soon. Yes, there's time before the end of the school year, but I can't stay hidden in the academy forever. Someone is bound to find me sooner or later.
* * *
I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up. After all, I was the one to tell Corey that hopes are nothing more than illusions, but Liam Haverforth isn’t done with me yet.
The Monday after I saw the apartment, Liam is waiting for me at my locker. As soon as I realize, I turn around, but it doesn't matter because when I arrive at homeroom, he's there. He must've gone a different way.
“You’re coming with me to prom, right?” he asks.
“Prom? Isn’t that a long while away yet?”
“Maybe, but I want to make sure that no one else asks you first.” His nostrils flare. “No one else has asked you, have they?”
“No one has asked me, and it wouldn’t matter if they had. The answer is no. I’m not going to prom.”
“So,” Liam says, shaking a finger at me. “I’m not going to take no for an answer.”
Is this guy for real?