Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I bend down to see how bad it is, freezing in place when I hear the clanking of keys hit the floor. I see his shoes first, before reaching to grab the keys for him. I meet the glossy look in his eyes when I right myself back up, and he clears his throat as he extends his hand, allowing me to drop the keys in them.
“You called my house,” I whisper.
“You left¸” he answers, his eyes never leaving mine as he opens his office door. “I was wondering if you were okay… if you were going to be here today.”
He walks inside but I don’t follow. It’s already getting late and there are too many people around. “Well, here I am,” I say, cringing on how stupid that sounds.
The warning bell rings and the expression ‘saved by the bell,’ comes to mind. He says nothing, so I turn to leave, stopping when I hear his loud intake of breath.
“Call it my way of walking past my classroom after first period when you’re really going to the gym,” he smirks.
Shit.
Busted.
I turn and leave, not knowing what to say. I didn’t even get make up the damn quiz.
Since I missed our lunch yesterday, I decide to go today, even though it’s not a lab day. I have to give him some excuse as to why I pass his classroom. Plus, I finished this one Stephen King book he said I should read, and I’m dying to talk to him about it.
“You’re not coming to lunch again?” Ashley whines, as Chloe looks my way.
“Yeah, it’s not even a lab day,” Chloe chimes in.
“I’m just really trying to prep for the next test so I don’t fail it this time,” I lie.
“That’s… smart,” Chloe adds.
“See you in chem,” I wave just as the bell rings.
I’m practically running down the hall, excited for my surprise visit.
I wait by my locker for what feels like forever, wondering where he is. By now he usually checks his mail. Maybe I somehow missed him and he’s already in his classroom?
I continue down the hall and around the corner. The door to his room is open, and the lights are on, but when I walk inside it’s empty. I think maybe he ran to the bathroom or something, so I wait.
Five minutes later, he’s still not here. I probably should just go to the cafeteria, but I don’t have a pass explaining where I’ve been. The only other place I think he may be is in his office, so I head down the hall to the familiar location I’ve seen and met him at most mornings.
It’s always eerie walking down an empty hallway in an otherwise crowded school. Beyond each door there are lessons going on, but out here, it’s quiet and peaceful.
Dare I say it, but I love this place.
His office door is closed, but I see a faint light glowing underneath. I raise my hand, ready to knock, my excuse as to why I pass his room on the tip of my tongue. I’m already imagining the way his face will light up when he sees me, surprised because it’s not a lab day.
I barely hit the door with my knuckle when it opens slightly; he clearly forgot to click it shut. Now I’ve reached that awkward point where it’s obviously open, but I’m unsure if I should walk in and say something, or try knocking again.
My deliberation is interrupted when I hear what sounds like a faint moan. I’m clearly catching him at a bad time, and I’m a little crushed, but, if he’s upset about something, he may not want to share his free period with me. After all, he already does that every other day.
I start to leave when my foot accidentally hits the door and it opens another inch. Another moan, this one sounds almost… pleasurable. I know I shouldn’t, but I peek inside anyway.
His eyes are closed, his head is tilted back, and he’s stripped down to a white undershirt - his chest hard and muscles flexing. A hotness creeps over me as desire pools within. This time, his moan is clear as day. Movement catches my attention, and I take another small step in to get a closer look.
Wait - the flap of his pants is open, swaying back and forth, and his left hand is moving with a vigorous need. Oh my goodness, is he?
“Oh god, yes,” he moans softly.
Yeah, he definitely is.
One time, during a group sleepover at Ashley’s house, a bunch of girls thought it would be funny to watch the adult channels her parents get. All of us stared at what was happening on the screen before us with wide-eyes.
That’s how I learned all about sex.
It scared me shitless, with all the toys and positions. Since then, mostly all of my friends have actually done it. They say it’s not nearly as outrageous as what we saw on TV that night.