Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Now ever since that night I’ve been looking at her in a whole new light. Since she hadn’t brushed me off I see that as the go ahead. I’d laid everything out on the table, my only regret is telling her that I was thinking of waiting to have her.
Because ever since that night two weeks ago it’s been hell keeping my hands to myself. Each night after class I’d follow her home but we hardly had any time to say more than a few words to each other.
Under the watchful eyes of my classmates I keep things as innocent as possible, while all the while I’m undressing her out of one of those ugly suits she’d gone back to wearing.
Tonight though, I plan to change things up a bit. I waited for her next to my car which I’d grown in the habit of parking close to hers. I had my phone ready when she walked out after all the others had already gone.
I’d learned to change up a bit, some nights I’d walk out with her and others I’d leave first. Just so no one caught on. I was still going to practice, still hanging out with my boys on the weekend, so there was no way for them to suspect anything.
The only real difference was that I was no longer interested in fucking any of the cheerleaders, which I simply explained away by saying that I was focusing on studying for the SAT subject tests. A lie that they all bought because, why not.
“Give me your number.” I said the words as soon as she reached me in the parking lot. After all this time she still acts surprised that I’m even talking to her. I find that endearingly cute.
She rattled off the number, which I added to my contacts before I took her keys from her hand and opened the car door for her and passed them back to her. “Drive safely, I’m right behind you.”
I closed the door and walked to my truck. I’m now in the habit of looking around to make sure no one was watching us even though I knew no one else hung around the school this late at night.
I’ve become obsessed with protecting her after reading up on past situations where teachers got involved with their students. I doubt anyone would care that I was the one in pursuit of her, but because that was the case, I needed to be the one to look out for her as well.
If my feelings for her weren’t as strong as they were becoming I might have been able to wait until summer to have her, but that was still a couple months away. No way was I going to be able to hold out for that long.
I’ve spent every night since that first night dreaming about her. I wake up in the morning with her on my mind, and the nights I have her class it’s all I can do to get through the day until it’s time to see her again.
The things that used to hold my interest no longer did until it was starting to become obvious to my parents. But I’d been able to fob them off with the lie that I was thinking about the SATs and college. No one mentioned the fact that I’ve always been an A+ student, and one that has never had to study hard to pass a test.
My friends have all bought my bullshit and are even joking that without me around they stood a better chance of landing whatever female they were interested in at the moment. But in a town this small I don’t kid myself that I can let my guard down.
So I followed her home and waited for her light to come on as usual before pulling off and heading home. That night I rushed through dinner and barely answered mom’s questions then took the quickest shower known to man before finally calling her while laying in bed.
“Hello?”
“Are you okay?” Her voice sounded a bit off.
“Oh, I didn’t recognize the number.” Can she really be this timid? I dropped it for now and put it off as normal for a young woman living alone answering the phone at night.
“Did you lock all the doors and windows?”
“Yes I did, I’m already tucked away in bed.” She didn’t say it with any intent but my mind went to the gutter imagining her tucked up in bed all cuddly and cute.
Was she the type to wear racy lingerie? I wondered, one of those women who are all prim and proper on the outside with a hidden wild streak? Maybe that’s what’s going on beneath those unattractive suits she wears to class.
The idea got my blood pumping and I was damn near tempted to ask her what she was wearing now. The question seemed a bit juvenile to me though so I didn’t go there. But that didn’t stop my imagination from going wild.