But maybe this is one fairy tale that won’t see a happy ending.
“Because I’m trying, Callum.” He leans in, brushing his mouth against mine, tenderly. Heartbreakingly sweet. And then he deepens it. Pulling me closer to his body, his hand sliding through my hair and cupping the back of my neck. And I fucking melt.
A throat clears, making Jake break from me, my eyes fluttering open, a dreamlike state of warm, fuzzy feelings evaporating completely when I meet the cold ashy eyes of Mr. Boyd. My body stiffens at his murdering glare. “PDA is against the rules, Miss Madison. Detention. Today.” His voice is like a whip, making me flinch. “Mr. Strickland, you have detention in the morning. Seven-fifteen, sharp.”
“But—” I go to protest.
“In my classroom. Now. Both of you.”
* * *
It’s official,Mr. Boyd is in a dickish mood today. He’s kicked three kids out of class for asking questions. And he keeps looking over at me like he knows exactly where to hide my body so that no one will ever find it. And now, we’re working on a writing assignment, three thousand words long about… shit. I forgot, but I know I don’t want to do it. Jake lays his palm on my bare thigh, rubbing soothing circles. His attention is not on me, though. He’s writing away. Being the student I usually am, but I can’t seem to get it together today. “Okay, class. I’m giving you some free time.” Everyone looks baffled at his complete mood change. Even trying to smile, it actually looks manic, if I’m being honest. “These essays are due next week, on Friday. Callum.” I snap my eyes to his. “Come here, please. I need to discuss a paper with you.”
“Okay.” Jake squeezes my leg, pulling my attention to his smiling face. He winks, pulling out his phone, hand falling from my lap as he looks down at it. I walk over to Mr. Boyd’s desk, taking the seat next to him. Our knees almost touch. Almost.
He slips a hand up my thigh. Turning to him, I widen my eyes at him, but he doesn’t see me because he’s looking down at my paper. Red pen ready to crush my soul. “I thought we were starting this Friday?” I whisper.
“I changed my mind. Now, what are you not understanding about the constitution, Miss Madison?” He looks over to me, eyes sparkling with dark intent, lip twitching. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I’m too shocked to respond. His hand slips up my skirt, fingers slowly rubbing over the lace. “Panties?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’ll take your punishment for that.” My body jerks when he pulls the elastic, snapping it against my sensitive skin. The class is loud, lost in conversations among themselves. “I want you to look at your little boyfriend over there.” I do, and a small whimper escapes past my lips when he slips a finger inside of me, making me feel full. “Don’t make a fucking sound,” he whispers, but it’s there, the threat.
Jake looks up from his phone, smiling at me, and for some reason that makes me wetter. Knowing what forbidden things I’m doing right in front of him. It should feel wrong, and maybe that tiny ache in my chest is the guilt, but as Mr. Boyd eases another finger inside of me, stretching me, all I feel is bliss. “The constitution is simple, it’s laid out right there on this paper.” Mr. Boyd’s tone is disappointed, tired. He moves his fingers, the ache between my thighs growing as he continues. “I want you to watch him while I fuck your pussy with my fingers,”he rasps lowly, my eyes wanting to close but I keep them trained on Jake, who is watching me, a slight frown to his lips. Can he tell what’s going on under this desk? “I want you to know, even if you claim him, you belong to me.”
Mr. Boyd presses his thumb on my clit, making my body twitch as I try to hold still from the orgasm he just rocked through me with just his fingers. But it feels life-changing. It’s such a powerful release, I’ve never felt anything like it. My eyes water and on the inside, I’m screaming, screaming with my release. My warmth flows down my legs, and my cheeks stain pink. My legs shake as I try to hold my composure. But at this point I don’t even care if the class knows. His fingers slip from me, then he wipes my juices on my skirt to my horror.
“That will be all, Miss Madison. Hopefully you understand now.” It’s a double meaning. I know I should move but I’m too scared I’ll fall if I do. Mr. Boyd raises his eyebrows at me. “Is there something else, Miss Madison?”
I feel overcome with emotion, like I’m on the brink of tears. “Yeah,” I lick my lips, “you can go fuck yourself, Mr. Boyd.” I jerk from my seat. Walking quickly out of the classroom.
* * *
I throwmy volleyball bag in the closet, sighing at the frustration my body feels. I have no clue what he did to me, but ever since I came on my teacher’s fingers, I’ve felt emotional. Like I could cry or something. I couldn’t even look Mr. Boyd in the eye for three long class periods, so I chose to skip detention as well. I figured if I was alone with him, the emotions would heighten, leaving me vulnerable. At five, I went to volleyball practice, but I was all kinds of off, missing every spike, blocking absolutely nothing, which resulted in suicide drills when we were done.
The thing about Mr. Boyd, this sick obsession I have with him? It’s dangerous. And I know I need to put a stop to it before it goes any further. I should be focused on my relationship with Jake, not trying to start whatever fucked-up relationship I have going on with my teacher. Did I seriously let him finger me in class, where anyone could have walked up and seen? Did I look at my boyfriend the whole time I had an orgasm? I rip my bow out of my hair, throwing it across the room. I grip my head in my hands as I fall to my bed, and then I scream a little. What the fuck is going on with me lately? I’m acting so reckless.
Pushing myself from my bed, I make my way downstairs. “Mom!” I shout. I need someone to talk to and she’s always a huge help with my little meltdowns.
“She went out.” I swing myself to the direction of Richard’s voice, scoffing when I see him reading something on his laptop in the living room.
“No wonder our state has the lowest success rate. The governor can’t even show up to work, too busy staying at his side piece’s house.”
He arches a dark brow at me, setting his laptop on the coffee table. “Excuse me?”
I roll my eyes, feeling crazy with energy. I need to burn it. “This is all your fault.”
“What is?”
“The reason I’m like this. Why I can’t have a stable relationship, why I can’t be fucking normal. You neglected me and now I’m fucked up.” My voice wavers.
“Callum, I—”
“Just save it.” I look to the ground. “The damage is done. You can’t fix me now. It’s too late, Richard.” He flinches when I call him by his name, even though that’s the only name I’ve ever been allowed to call him. I take off for the door, breaking into a sprint when I hit the sidewalk.
I run until I hit the beach. Crashing down on the sand, I stare up at the sky, knowing what I need to do.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Journal entry: I couldn’t accept who I am. So, why did I ever expect anyone else to?
I have a secret.I did something bad. I skipped out on my teacher tonight. Yep—I, Callum Madison, broke a deal. And I wore shorts tonight. High-waisted plaid shorts with two buttons on the side. My hair is in a ponytail, which I never do, a matching plaid bow around it. A silvery purple on my lips.