“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m going to graduate this year.”
“Thank goodness.” My mother exhaled a long sigh of relief. “I’m proud of you, baby.”
Proud? Did she just say proud?
I left home with my mind reeling with what my mother said. I was floating on a cloud after losing my virginity and after hearing her say she was proud of me, my cloud was soaring even higher. The problem was that I had technically lied to her. I wasn’t in line to graduate. I would probably pass Mr. Matthews’ class since I had flashed him my panties enough during the year, but the rest of them—they were mostly shot unless I buckled down and worked my fingers to the bone for the rest of the year. Midterms were approaching and I had hardly cracked a book. A montage erupted in my head of myself pouring over pages and furiously writing papers to get my grades in order while Eye of the Tiger roared in the background, but I knew that wasn’t me. I got things the easy way—I already had the ticket to my future in front of me and cashing it in was as simple as telling Anton exactly what I wanted—and what I would do to get it.
“WHERE THE FUCK DID you go last night after detention? I sent you like a million text messages.” Amy walked up beside me at my locker while I prepared for my first class.
“Oh...” I remembered seeing them—and not responding. “I forgot to charge my phone and I was so tired I just went right to bed when I got home.”
“Seriously?” She rolled her eyes in a dramatic fashion. “You’ve been in high school way too long, Bethany. You’re already turning into an old lady who can’t stay up past nine.”
“It was one night.” I rolled my eyes right back at her. “I do need to graduate though. The high school parties are getting lame as hell now that Frank has stopped hosting them.”
“Mr. Thorne put the fear of damnation in him, I guess. He’s joined Braden in the defeated column. How about you—are you ready to walk the straight and narrow?”
“Hardly.” I grinned. “I’ve got a new plan cooking.”
“Well share the recipe, because this place is getting boring.” She followed as I started walking towards class.
“Not yet.” I shook my head back and forth.
Probably not ever—especially if Anton is willing to go along with it.
I smiled at Anton when I passed him in the hall. He gave me a stoic look but his intense eyes couldn’t hide the truth. He was thinking about me just like I was thinking about him. When I smelled his cologne it instantly brought back the heat of his breath on my neck, the throbbing feeling of his cock buried inside of me, and the magic of our shared passion. I wanted to be in his arms again and I daydreamed about it as the day wore on.
Amy could tell something was a little off, but she didn’t push for me to tell her anything new. I lied to her at the end of the day and told her that I was in trouble and had to see Mr. Thorne again. I was going to see him, but I wasn’t in trouble—I had been an angel the whole day and I couldn’t remember the last time that happened. I walked into the front office and closed the door once the secretary was gone. There were still a few teachers there and the few that got put in detention, but I wasn’t worried about them.
“Anton...” I sang his name as I walked towards his office.
“I wondered when you would show up. I thought I was going to have to invent a reason to call you to the office tomorrow if you ignored me all day.” He stood up from his desk and walked out to greet me. “Come here...”
“Taking me out of sight.” I grinned and followed him around the corner where nobody could see us.
He pulled me close and I felt his breath against my lips. The intense stare in his eyes was so distracting that my plan was almost forgotten in an instant. He tilted his head towards me and flattened my lips as he devoured them with his kiss. The fireworks went off in my head when he ran his tongue into my mouth and twisted it around mine. I tried to maintain my composure as I melted into his arms. My plan to graduate wasn’t going to work if I didn’t come up with a way to pull away from him. His hand moved along my back and started to slide under my shirt. His touch was amazing. I didn’t want him to stop and every desire inside my body was screaming for me to start taking off his clothes, pull him down into the floor between my thighs, and fuck him until we both erupted in pleasure. My pussy was wet and my panties were getting more saturated by the second. I finally found the moment of pause when he drew a breath and I was able to pull away. He looked at me in confusion as I bit down on my lip and shook my head back and forth.
“What kind of girl do you think I am?” I took a step back from him, but he tightened his grip on my hands.
“What do you mean? Where are you going? I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He pulled me back towards him.
“I’m not some girl you can just have whenever you want.” I looked up into his eyes and bit down on my lip again. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”
“Are you telling me that you didn’t enjoy yesterday?” He released one of my hands and put it on my thigh. “You don’t want to feel that again?”
“How bad do you want it? What are you going to do for me?” I grinned and ran my free hand along his chest.
“I don’t like games.” He pulled away completely and put his hands on his hips. “If you wa
nt something, just tell me what it is.”
“You’ll give it to me?” I tilted my head and reached down to my skirt, pulling it up to expose more of my leg. “A trade?”
“If I can give it to you, I will. I’m not going to trade something for your pussy, no matter how amazing it was. You’re not a whore.” His voice came out in a growl.
“Fine.” I removed my hand from my skirt and let it fall back into place. “I need to graduate this year. You can make that happen, right?”
“You can make that happen. They’re your grades, not mine.” He shook his head back and forth.