Honor Student (4 page)

He pulled out quickly and if I was with
anyone else I would have been scared, but I trusted him. As we
reached the light just off school property, he leaned his body
across mine, pausing to breathe in the scent of my hair. I sat
frozen in place. He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it across my
body.

“Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He said with
a smirk and stepped on the gas. I stared at him as he drove, in awe
of his perfection. “What happened?” he asked, his eyes darting down
to my pink bandage.

“Long story” I replied as I tugged at it
nervously. I felt his eyes on me but I did not explain further.

“What happened?” he asked again, this time
with irritation in his voice. I sighed heavily and thought about
which details I should give him.

“I drank a little last night. I knocked down
a picture and accidentally cut myself trying to clean up the mess.”
I explained holding up my hand. “No big deal.” I explained with
sarcasm. He whipped the car to the side of the road and before I
could say anything, he had unbuckled his seatbelt and had turned
facing me. His mouth was dangerously close to mine and I struggled
to steady my breathing. His eyes were hard and full of anger.

“Do not talk to me like that. It pisses me
off and you don’t want to see what I do when I am pissed off.” He
barked angrily and I his tone was frightening. My breathing
accelerated and I tried my best not to show my fear. He stared at
me for a long moment before taking his hand and gently running the
pad of his thumb against my cheek and down over my bottom lip, his
breath warm against my face. His expression softened for a moment
as his eyes danced from mine to my lips. “You don’t want this.” He
whispered quietly, warning me. He had no idea how much I wanted
him. Ever part of my body ached for him, for his touch.

“Yes I do.” I whispered back, the words
barely audible. His hand slid around the side of my neck and back
into my hair. His breathing became heavier and uncontrolled.

“You don’t have any idea what you are getting
yourself into.” He replied. I could not take it anymore. I needed
to feel him. I licked my lips and parted them, breathing in his
warm air.

“Please” I breathed. His fingers wrapped
tightly in my hair and he crushed his lips against mine. His tongue
slid inside of my mouth and I pushed back with my own. I breathed a
soft moan into his mouth and he kissed me harder, groaning into
mine. Every inch of my body was on fire. I slid my hands over his
hard, muscular chest and up his neck. His lips slid down my jaw and
onto my throat. I moaned louder and arched my back, pressing myself
harder against him. He stopped suddenly, his fingers still wrapped
tightly in my hair.

“We can’t do this here.” He said, his breathe
ragged.

“Where” I asked as I kissed him again. He
captured my lower lip with his teeth and tugged gently, his eyes
hooded and full of wanting.

“My place.” He responded pulling back from me
and holding my head away from his with my hair. I wanted to kiss
him again but it hurt to pull against him. “I have to explain some
things before this goes further.” He said and I nodded, biting my
lip. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he could have
been reciting the ingredients in a stew and it would have sounded
sexy. “You have no idea what that does to me.” His words shot
pleasure to my most intimate places.

He turned back in his seat, leaving me
gasping for breath as he pulled back onto the highway at full
speed.

Chapter Nine

We pulled up in front of an old warehouse on
the outskirts of town. He hit a button on his visor and a large bay
door opened as we drove inside the building. It was dark, except
for a few sporadic security lights that lined the huge cavernous
room. He got out of the car and I unbuckled my seatbelt as he made
his way to my side. He opened the door grabbed my arm as he pulled
me from my seat. He closed the door behind me and pressed me back
against it, his hand circled around my bottom and pulled me against
him. I could feel how badly he wanted me, as he pressed into me
harder. His lips hovered above mine as I breathed in his air. “You
can say no at any time.” He warned as he hungrily licked his lips.
I pushed my hips into him harder and he let out a ragged breath.
“Do you understand?” he asked and I nodded my head. His free hand
wrapped in my hair and tugged harshly as his lips brushed against
my ear. “Do you understand?” he asked again.

“Yes.” I breathed into his ear.

“Yes what?” he asked demandingly.

“Yes, Sir” I replied and he moaned as his
teeth caught my earlobe, tugging and sucking on it.

“Good girl.” He replied and his words made me
melt. “Follow me.” He said and his body lifted off mine. He held my
arm as he pulled me behind him over to an old stairwell at the far
corner of the room. We made our way to the next floor of the old,
seemingly abandoned building. He grabbed the keys from him pocket
and unlocked the deadbolt, pushing the door wide open. I could not
believe my eyes. The large room was separated into different living
spaces, painted in dark rich browns. It was incredible. “Not what
you expected?” he asked as his eyed my expression. I shook my head
no, as he pulled me inside and closed the door behind us, locking
it again. He let go off my arm and I trailed behind him as he
walked to the far side of the room. He stopped at an island in the
kitchen. He dug around in the cabinets and I waited awkwardly on
the other side. He came up with a bottle of liquor and two small
shot glasses.

“Oh, I can’t.” I said, waving him off. He
poured shots into both the glasses and slid one closer to me.

“You will need this.” He smirked and slammed
back his shot. I bit my lip but decided it was probably a good
idea. I gulped back the shot and did my best not to make a face as
it burned my throat. He refilled the glasses. “I have very
particular taste.” He said as he drank his shot and I followed
suit. I looked around the room, taking in the beautiful dark colors
and abstract artwork that lined the walls.

“I like your taste.” I said shyly.

“That’s not what I meant.” He relied with a
grin as he refilled the glasses. “I like to be in control.” He
explained. “But I will never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
He continued and the conversation was making me nervous. He walked
around the island and placed his hand on my neck, sliding his
fingers down over my chest, stopping just before reaching my
breasts. I arched my body towards him and bit my lip with
anticipation. His breathing was heavy and I could tell he was
struggling with whether or not to go through with this. “I
understand.” I replied.

“If you understood you wouldn’t keep biting
your lip like that.” He replied, his voice low. He leaned in to
kiss me, pushing his body against mine. I backed up against the
island, the counter digging into my back. I ran my hands over his
chest and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. My fingers shook
with nervousness. He captured my hands in his and held them. “Have
you ever done this before?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with
teachers.” I replied tartly.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, and I
knew exactly what he was asking.

“No” I replied shyly, looking into his chest,
afraid to make eye contact.

He pushed back from me, his expression shone
of horror. Feeling embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my
chest.

“Look at me.” He demanded but I could not
bring myself to do it. “Look at me.” He growled as he took his
fingers and tipped my chin up. His eyes searched mine for a moment
and he looked just as upset as I was. “I can’t do this.” He said
quietly and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He turned his
back to me and I wished I could disappear. The alcohol was warming
my body and I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. I felt the
tears welling up in my eyes. I knew I could not keep them from
falling so I headed towards the door.

“I’ll find my own way home.” I called behind
me, trying to hide the shaking in my voice. Mr. Honor followed and
grabbed my arm as I reached the door, turning me around to face
him. My tears had begun to fall and as he looked at me with
sadness, I could not stop them. He stared at me for a moment with
pity. I wanted to scream. I pulled my hand from his grip and left,
slamming the door behind me. I made my way down the dimly lit
staircase. I realized my books where still in his car but I decided
to leave them. It was taking all of my strength not to break down
and cry. I just wanted to get as far away from here as
possible.

Chapter Ten

I pulled out my cell phone and called Becka
as I walked down the gravel road back to the main part of town.

“Hey!” she yelled into the receiver. I pulled
it back from my ear and turned the volume down.

“Hey! What’s going on?” I asked, shouting
back at her. It sounded like she was standing in the middle of a
rock concert.

“I’m at the bar with Claire and a couple guys
from school. I’m fucking wasted!” she giggled and I could hear
people cheer in the background. “You should come! I heard Jeff
thinks you’re fucking hot!” I searched my mind, trying to place
Jeff but the name did not sound familiar at all.

“Where are you?” I asked but all I could here
was laughter and loud music. After a moment, the line went dead.
“Fuck” I mumbled to myself. My phone lit up and buzzed in my
hand.

“Come get me.” I said as I answered.

“Where are you?” Mr. Honor replied. I pulled
the phone back from my ear and read the caller I.D. It said
‘unknown caller’.

“Like you care.” I replied, not trying to
hide my anger towards him. I felt completely rejected.

“I just want to make sure you make it home
safely.” He replied and I could hear the frustration in his
voice.

“I’m not going home. I’m going out.” I
answered and clicked ‘end call’. I smiled to myself as I called
Becka again. She answered after several rings and told me she was
at a local club not far from where I was.

I made it to the club just before dark. The
music could be heard from a block away. I was able to get inside
with no effort. I walked through the crowded room scanning for
Becka and Claire. I could not find them anywhere.

“Buy you a drink?” A man with dirty blonde
hair asked from behind me, standing uncomfortably close.

“She doesn’t want a drink from you.” Becka
called from a few feet away.

“Hey!” I shouted, so happy to see her.

“Come on, I’ll get you a drink.” She said,
wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me towards the bar. It
was so loud I could barely hear myself think. I felt my phone
vibrate in my pocket as we did a round of tequila shots. I slipped
it out and looked at the screen. It read ‘unknown caller’. I pushed
it back into my pocket.

“Let’s do another!” I yelled and everyone
around us cheered. I drank another down as several boys gathered
around us.

“This is Jeff.” Becka said pointing to the
drunken person beside her. He was lean but muscular and had an
amazing smile.

“Hey!” I said, biting my lip.

“We work out around the same time, at the gym
on campus. Let me buy you a drink.” He said, leaning in to whisper
in my ear. I nodded and he held up his hand, signaling to the
bartender to pour us more drinks. I slammed back the shot, grabbing
the beer from Jeff’s hand to wash it down. It burnt but the effects
were already taking hold and I just wanted to forget about the rest
of the day.

My phone continued to buzz and light up in my
pocket but I ignored it. I had made a big enough fool of myself for
one day.

“Who’s this?” Claire asked, pulling the phone
from my pants.

“It’s no one.” I panicked and reached for the
phone. She held it back from me as she hit the answer button.

“Hello?” she answered and my cheeks burnt red
with anger.

“She’s right here. You should hang out with
us. We’re at the Rapture.” She said as she smiled and shot me a
wink. “See you soon.” She hung up the phone, holding it out for
me.

“Why would you do that?” I asked.

“You never told me you had a boyfriend!” she
replied with mock anger. Jeff made a face and I quickly
explained.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just some
asshole.” I said, waving away Jeff’s worry. He smiled and ordered
us another round. I drank the shot quickly. The room began to spin
around me with the thudding of the base from the music.

“Are you alright?” Claire asked as she
grabbed my arm.

“I’m fine.” I replied, pulling back from her.
“I just need to use the restroom.”

“It’s over there.” She pointed across the
dance floor to a glowing sign that read ‘restrooms’. I nodded and
began making my way through the crowd. I was pushed all over the
place and by the time I reached the sign I felt like I was going to
be sick.

“Are you alright?” A woman asked as I walked
through the doors. Why did everyone keep asking me that? I pushed
her aside and dashed into an empty stall just in time to be sick. A
knock came at the stall door and she pushed it open.

“Can I get you something?” she asked. I shook
my head no but she refused to leave me alone. “Come here” she said
and held my arm, helping me off the floor. She pulled me over to
the sink and rand the cold water. “Splash this on your face.” She
said as she pulled my hair back. I did and immediately felt a
little better. “Better?” she asked. I nodded my head and grabbed
the paper towels she was holding out for me. “I think you should
call it a night.” She said and I nodded my head again.

“Thank you” I whispered and turned to make my
way back out to my friends.

Claire was practically glowing when I reached
her side.

“You ready for another shot?” she asked and
the idea made my stomach turn again.