His Student (Forbidden Series 1)

She spun and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Enough talking.”

I wasn’t about to argue with her.

Chapter Three

Mona

Being back at school Monday after having the best Friday night ever was kind of surreal. I didn’t see anyone over the weekend. After sneaking out of Elijah’s home early Saturday morning, I’d just wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

My body was on fire, and I could remember how good it felt to have his hands all over me. He had such large hands, big, and he made me feel so amazing. I’d never felt this way about anyone, and the night he gave me would be forever ingrained in my memory.

I’d never been with a man, but one night with one of my mom’s exes had been … awful. Nothing had happened, but he’d used his fingers as I screamed for help. Blood had happened then.

To some I may not be a virgin, but to me, I had been.

Even still, Mom had been so fucking pissed. She’s beaten the guy nearly black and blue with a pan she never used. Once he made his escape, she came into the bedroom and asked if I wanted to go to the hospital.

The fact she even seemed to care just a little had freaked me out. We agreed not to talk about it again.

Friday night, there had been some discomfort the first time, but after that, it had only gotten better and better.

Three times we’d had sex.

He’d made me come dozens of times.

“You know, you’re in your own head today,” Lucy says. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It has been a long weekend, you know? That’s all. I’m fine.” I forced a smile to my lips.

There’s no way I was telling her about my night of hot, dirty sex. The man, whoever he was, hadn’t known me, and it had been magical.

“Let’s go to gym. I hate this so much. I think they’re going to make us do track. Did you hear the new gym teacher is hot?”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ve heard everyone going crazy about him.”

I’d heard the new teacher was coming, and that was fine. It’s not like I took gym too seriously anyway. Running was about all I could manage and for only five minutes or so. Anything else and I was done.

“Let’s go and get changed.”

As I put my clothes in my bag, Lucy talked constantly about Taylor. She didn’t get with him Friday night, and he was in fact kissing another girl in several of the photos she shared with me.

“I mean, I get it. He has to be with a cheerleader, but come on. Lame already.”

On and on she went.

I smiled at the appropriate points, and when it was time to leave the locker rooms I was actually looking forward to just running around.

Entering the main gym, I saw everyone had already formed into little cliques.

Standing off to the corner, I lifted my legs and gave them a stretch. For the past couple of weeks, we’d done nothing but run, so I knew how to stretch out those thigh muscles.

“Stand in a line. I’ll call your names. I’m Mr. Jenkins, your new gym teacher. I don’t take any crap, so if you don’t take this seriously, you better start doing so now.”

Tilting my head from side to side, I went to the end of the line and stretched my arms above my head. Up to the ceiling and down.

“He is hot,” Lucy said.

I was not interested, but as he ran down the list, I couldn’t help but take a peek, especially as Lucy was drooling.

Dropping my arms down to my sides, my entire body froze up.

This could not be happening to me.

The man I had sex with Friday night was not just any guy.

He was a damn teacher at my school.

I’d fucked a teacher.

Not just any teacher.

The gym teacher, who was currently every single girl’s wet dream.

“You okay? You’ve gone a little pale.”

“I’m good.” I was just wondering where best to run to when he read my name out and everything sucked.

This was the kind of cliched stuff that happens in movies, not in real life. Right now, this couldn’t be happening.

He’d soon know that I was the wrong sort of person to get involved with. Not only was I a student, but also, I was sure there was a red mark against my name for living in the trailer park.

“Mona…” He paused and glanced down the line. “Mona Evans,” he said.

“Present.” The word slipped out of my lips, and I pressed them together.

“Where?”

People turned to look at me at his questions. My face had to be the same color as a strawberry. There’s no way this was normal.

Gritting my teeth, I stepped forward and stared at the man who’d given me a night to remember.

“Right here,” I said, lifting my hand.

He noticed me. I saw it in the way his nostrils flared. Oh, he was not happy.