Mr. D - Black Mountain Academy

“Anything I can help with?”

I shook my head, glanced at my phone to see the bell was about to ring. The last thing I needed was to be late to history class. Mr. Donati was a stickler for time and wouldn’t hesitate for a second to mark me tardy, and Mr. D would lose his mind. After how nice he had been toward me, I really didn’t want to piss him off or make him feel I was trying to push the boundaries.

“I’m good. Just need to reach my mother. School needs it. I need it.” I shrugged again and started walking toward class. Kevin walked with me, but I knew he would change directions soon since we didn’t have history together. “Time for me to try to hunt down the maternal figure.”

“Yeah, good luck with that. Try to find mine while you’re at it too.” He dodged a crowd of laughing girls and waved at me as he went to his class. “I’ll check up on you this weekend. We can hang out.”

I waved him off and gave a nod even though I seriously doubted we would. I wasn’t really a hanging-out type of gal either. Frankly, I was pretty damn boring.

History was one of my favorite classes. I wasn’t great at remembering dates, but the rest of the information I found fascinating. I think it helped that I had actually traveled to many of the places we studied about, so it made it all more real and not just facts from a textbook. I remembered the smells, the weather, the appearance of structures from a time long ago. But even in a class that normally held my attention, I was distracted. It wasn’t hard to know why that was.

It was Mr. D.

I had seen his dick.

And we didn’t discuss it again, even though we both knew I saw it.

And not only had I seen his dick, but I wanted to see it again. The sinful thoughts that hadn’t left my mind since, were becoming my new obsession. I could still smell him from our car ride this morning. This morning when he’d come out of his bedroom after he’d showered, smelling like expensive cologne, in a fresh suit and tie, I’d nearly melted.

He was gorgeous.

He smelled good.

And his eyes were on me.

He had a way of making me feel special… looked after… cared for.

I had actually slept through the night which is unheard of for me. I couldn’t remember the last time I did. Granted, it was nice having someone there with me who offered protection if need be, but there was more to it. I had actually opened up and had a real conversation with someone. He genuinely seemed to listen and care. And it felt like a million pounds had been lifted from my shoulders.

“Miss Parker,” Mr. Donati said, snapping me from my thoughts. “Mr. D just called asking to see you in his office.”

Ignoring the snickers and trying to not focus on how everyone watched me pack up my stuff, I quickly left the classroom. Great. Now everyone would be wondering what I did to deserve a summons to the principal’s office.

I had to wait in the row of chairs where all the bad boys and girls sat awaiting their punishments when I got there because Mr. D was in with a student. It forced me to have to sit next to Bobby Jackson which I hated. He, however, seemed to like the company because he kept trying to talk to me and the secretary kept telling him to sit there and be quiet. Yes, we were sitting in the office together, but I was not like him. I was not a troublemaker. I didn’t belong next to him…

But, in all reality, I was causing a lot of trouble for Mr. D…

So, I really was just as guilty as Bobby.

Mr. D finally exited his office with a red-faced boy I didn’t recognize. If looks could kill, the boy would have for sure murdered Mr. D, but Mr. D seemed unfazed.

“Mr. Moran will be dealing with you, Mr. Jackson. I advise you to sit there and keep your mouth shut until he does.” He looked at me. “Corrine…” He motioned for me to follow him into his office.

I did so, wondering if I was in trouble. Mr. D seemed to be in a foul mood, and the last thing I wanted to be was on the receiving end of it.

“Close the door,” he ordered when I entered. “Have a seat.”

This wasn’t the man who had practically tucked me in last night and sat with me until I was ready to fall asleep. Nor was this the man who had made me a bagel with cream cheese and gave me too strong coffee for the road. I didn’t know why I expected him to still be… friendly… at school, but he seemed far from it.