Authors: Isabelle Rae
I sighed and shook my head. What on earth had I got myself
into? She was going to make my life hell from now on, and I had another six
months of school left too. I guess it didn’t matter though; I would do anything
to protect Will, even if I had to kiss her feet for a few months. Everything
would be fine, things would settle down once she got bored of playing with me.
Some small part of me knew that wasn’t true though.
I shifted her books in my arms and headed round to where I
knew Amy would be waiting for me. When I saw her leaning up against the
lockers, picking her nails impatiently, I sighed. When I got to her side, I
dropped all of Erika’s books on the floor, not caring if the pages got messed
up. I pulled my best friend into a hug, just needing her comfort.
It took her a couple of seconds to get over the shock and
then she hugged me back. “What’s happened?” she asked quickly.
I groaned and shook my head. “I’ll tell you in the car.” I
couldn’t exactly talk about this in school, from now on I would take no more
risks.
She nodded, frowning and looking at me concerned as she bent
to help me pick up the books from the floor. “Why do you have Erika’s books?”
she asked, frowning at the history textbook in her hand that had her name scrawled
on the front cover.
“Amy, we’ll talk about it in the car,” I moaned, closing my
eyes and just wishing I would wake up and this all be a horrible nightmare. She
nodded and together we walked silently to her car. I was barely inside before
she turned to me, obviously wanting an explanation.
I put my head in my hands. “Erika just walked in on while I
was in the classroom with Will,” I explained, hating myself all over again for
wearing the stupid skirt and pushing his buttons.
Why didn’t I just stop
him? Why didn’t one of us think to lock the door before doing that? Everything would
have been fine if we had just cooled down and broke away long enough to lock
the damn door!
Amy looked at me with wide eyes. “What were you doing?” she
asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I groaned again.
Oh man, this is so bad!
Where was
the giant hole that I could jump into when I needed one? “Full on making out,”
I admitted.
She gasped. “Holy shit, Chloe. What are you going to do?
You’ll both be in so much trouble!” she cried, looking at me horrified. “You’ll
be expelled, and he’ll be fired… and, oh my God, what if they send him to
jail?”
I shook my head; I would never let that happen. If it all
came out then I would just say that I kissed him, and he responded, neither of
us would admit to anything more than one kiss. The most he’d get was fired. I’d
never let him go to jail for me, never.
“I’ve done something really stupid,” I whined, shaking my
head in disbelief at the open-ended agreement that I’d made with Erika.
“What?” Amy asked, taking my hand and squeezing gently.
“I’ve made a deal with the devil.”
She drove us home at a snail’s pace, but frankly I was glad
she didn’t drive too fast because she was barely even looking at the road. I
told her everything. Will and I making out on the desk, that Erika had walked
in when his shirt was almost off, I told her about the deals and agreements
that I’d made with her. The whole time she just drove and watched me with her
mouth hanging open in shock and disbelief.
When we pulled up at my house, she suddenly rounded on me.
“I freaking hate Erika, freaking, Dennison! You know what we should do? We
should go round to her house and kidnap her cat and send her little ransom
notes!” she growled, slamming her hand down on the steering wheel.
I laughed at her half-assed plan. “Does she even have a cat?”
I asked, shaking my head.
Amy frowned. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Well we’ll find
something of hers to ransom. Maybe we could steal her cell phone and send out
loads of bitchy texts to her friends?”
I rolled my eyes. How exactly would we get hold of her phone
in the first place? “Amy, let’s just play nice and see how it goes. I’m hoping
she’ll get bored of playing with me after a couple of weeks and move onto
torturing someone else,” I suggested, trying to convince myself at the same
time.
She frowned, obviously not liking the idea of just taking
her abuse. “I hate her,” she grumbled.
I nodded and hugged her again. “Me too. Look I’d better go,
I need to pee before Will comes to get me,” I said quietly.
Would Will even come to collect me after what just happened?
Would he totally blame me for wearing the skirt and now he wanted nothing more
to do with me because we’d been caught? How would I cope with that if he broke
it off with me? I didn’t think I’d cope particularly well at all. He was probably
really angry with me right now for encouraging that to happen. He probably
hated me and wanted nothing to do with me ever again.
“Okay, well if you need help with her assignments then call
me, all right?” she offered, nodding at the books on the seat in the back.
I groaned in frustration. How on earth was I going to do her
English and History assignments tonight, and do my own work, and see Will?
There just wasn’t enough hours in the day for it all!
“Thanks, Amy, you really are the best friend a girl could
ask for, you know that?” I gushed, looking at her gratefully.
She nodded, pushing a strand of her long hair out of her
face. “I know. So you are you.”
I sighed and pushed myself out of her car, heading inside
the house. As soon as I was in solitude of my bedroom I immediately changed out
of the stupid skirt, throwing it in the trash angrily. I pulled on a pair of
baggy sweats and sat on the edge of my bed playing with my cell phone. Will was
due here any minute. Would he call and tell me that he wasn’t coming, or would
he just not show up?
I felt like crying. This had messed everything up, he was
going to decide that a stupid high school girl wasn’t worth risking his career
over, and he’d break it off for sure. I looked at Erika’s books, deciding to
make a start on her English assignment.
I flopped down on my bed and pulled out my iPod, putting on
the headphones and turning it up as high as I could stand as I read through
what she had to do. It didn’t look too bad, thankfully I’d covered all of this
stuff in my last semester, and I was in AP English so her assignment should be
a breeze. I grabbed my notebook and started breaking down the poem, writing out
all of the hidden meanings and paying particular attention to the symbolism
like she was supposed to.
Suddenly something pressed down hard against my back,
squashing me onto the bed on my stomach. I jumped a mile and let out a scream
as I tried to get up, but someone was pinning me down with their bodyweight. I
could feel the vibrations of laughter, their chest rumbling against my back but
I couldn’t hear anything because of the music banging in my ears.
I thrashed trying to throw them off as I started to panic,
but one of the earphones was pulled out of my ear and I could hear familiar
laughter. I gulped and looked over my shoulder, my heart returning to the normal
rate when I realised it was just Will. He was grinning from ear to ear, still
laying on me, and pressing me down to the bed.
What on earth is he doing here? And why is he smiling at
me? Shouldn’t he be hating me for possibly ruining his life?
“What are you doing here? And how did you even get in my
house?” I asked, frowning and trying not to let my emotions get the better of
me.
He kissed my cheek softly, rolling off of me and laying
against my side. One of his hands played with my hair as he looked at me. “I
came to get you, of course,” he replied as if it was obvious. “I called your
cell, but it just kept ringing and going to voicemail. As for how I got in, I
knew your parents wouldn’t be home yet and you left your front door unlocked.”
I turned to face him. He came to pick me up? After
everything that just happened, he still wanted to see me tonight? “You came to
get me? Why?” I asked, my voice breaking where I was so close to tears.
He frowned, looking a little confused. “Well, I thought we
had a date tonight,” he answered, looking slightly worried. I couldn’t hold my
emotions anymore. I burst into tears. He gasped and pulled me close to him,
stroking his hand down my back soothingly. “Cutie, what’s wrong?” he whispered.
I cried harder at the sound of his nickname for me. How was
I going to cope when he left me for a second time? This was already so painful,
and he hadn’t even said the words that I knew would come out of his mouth any
minute.
“Chloe?” He pushed me away from him slightly, cupping my
face so he could look at me. “What are you crying for?”
I gulped, and he wiped the tears from my face with his
thumbs. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me anymore. I thought you’d hate me
because of what happened. It was all my fault. I’m so sorry, Will,” I
whispered, shaking my head and looking at him apologetically.
He frowned looking even more confused. “I could never hate
you, Chloe. And that wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I was the one that kissed you;
I was the one that moved us over to the desk, I’m the adult; I should have
known better, and had more restraint.” He kissed a stray tear away as it fell
down my cheek.
“It
was
my fault… the skirt… and now Erika!” I
wailed, losing control again.
He sighed and pulled me to his chest again, rocking me
gently. “Everything’s fine. I’ll just pass her like she said, and everything
will be fine. As for the skirt being to blame… that was one sexy skirt, Cutie,
but I was losing my will power long before you chose that to wear today. It
would have happened sooner or later, I’ve been finding it harder and harder to
keep my hands off of you every day,” he said, looking at me apologetically.
I gulped. “You don’t blame me?”
He shook his head fiercely. “I’m to blame, Cutie. Everything
is my fault, and that’s the story we go with if anything ever comes out about us.
Okay?” he said sternly.
I frowned and opened my mouth to protest, but he must have
known I was about to argue with him because he smiled and pressed his lips to
mine, silencing me before I even spoke. He rolled me onto my back, half
hovering above me and kissed me deeply while I clung to him for dear life. By
the time he pulled away, I was a little breathless.
He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. “Come on then, are
you ready?” he asked, pushing himself up and holding down a hand to help me off
of the bed.
I looked back at Erika’s assignments on the bed and winced. I
really needed to get them done, which meant that I wouldn’t have time to go
hang out at his place tonight. “I don’t think I can. I need to do her
assignments for tomorrow, and I have to do mine too…” I trailed off, pouting.
“Do who’s assignments?” he asked, frowning at the papers on
my bed.
I sighed sadly. I guess he didn’t know about the whole
‘You’re my personal bitch’ agreement I’d made with the devil. As far as he was
concerned, she was going to keep quiet in exchange for a free pass in calculus.
I sat up and frowned. He sat down next to me, taking my
hand. “She said I had to do her assignments for her, I also have to wash her
car on Saturday and do some chores,” I told him, shrugging.
“What the hell?” he roared, jumping off of the bed again,
his face hard and angry.
I gulped. “I said I’d do anything and I will. I won’t let
her get you into trouble, she’ll get bored in a couple of weeks, and then
she’ll leave us alone. I may have to borrow some money from you, I’ll pay you
back though,” I said quietly.
“She’s blackmailing you? That little bitch!” he hissed.
I burst out laughing. “Language, Mr Morris! You can’t speak
about a student like that!” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He raised one eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to
fall in love with one either, so I think that I just suck at teaching,” he
countered, smirking at me.
My heart melted a little when he said he was in love with
me. “You don’t suck at teaching; you’re just young and can’t control your
hormones.” I patted the top of his head condescendingly, grinning. “Never mind,
baby, you’ll grow up soon.”
He laughed and wrapped his arms around me; pushing me down
on the bed and pinning me down, blowing raspberries on my neck, ticking my
sides, making me scream and squeal under him.
After a couple of minutes he pulled back and put his
forehead to mine. “I’m sorry about all of this, Cutie. I hope you think I’m
worth it. Are you regretting having anything to do with me?” he asked quietly,
looking a little unsure about himself.
I shook my head and wrapped my legs around his waist,
pulling him closer to me, gripping my hands in the back of his hair. “Will, I
love you. I’ll never regret anything that involves you being in my life. This
will all blow over soon, and life can go back to normal. We just need to agree
not to do anything on school grounds, ever again.” I looked at him sternly.
He nodded. “Definitely.” He kissed me again, running his
hand down my side, gripping the waistband of my sweats I was wearing. “Maybe
you could stop with the skirts at school too, so I don’t have to fight the urge
to jump you every time I’m within a few feet of you?”
I giggled and blushed like crazy as I pressed my face into
the side of his neck and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll throw them out,” I confirmed.
He pulled back and grinned, shaking his head. “Don’t throw
them out, I like them. Just don’t wear them at school. Deal?”
I nodded and pulled his mouth to mine again, kissing him
softly. “Deal,” I mumbled against his lips.
He kissed me for a few more minutes then pulled back,
sitting up next to me and pulling me up too. He looked down at the papers I had
spread on my bed. “You’re really doing her homework?” he asked, scowling
angrily at it.