Conversation ignored, he glares at me from across the gym, leaving Ms. Carver staring in wait at his chiseled profile.
A surge of power flows through my veins as he chooses to keep his attention on me and not on the stunning woman on his side.
“Here.”
Marie’s voice catches me off guard. Quickly, I tear my eyes off Mr. Ellis and take what she’s holding out to me. “What’s this?”
“A couple of the wrestling guys were handing them out. They had fruits and stars, but I got us the cutest ones,” she chirps, holding out a long-stemmed heart lollipop while waving around her flower-shaped one.
I twirl it around in my fingers before setting it down inside my bag and swiveling around to face the front as the match begins.
The first round of matches is for the lightweight category. I notice that most of the wrestlers are in the younger grade levels, mainly first- and second-year students.
Marie is focused on the mats, but her eyes don’t seem to be on the students rolling around intertwined. Instead, they’re shifted a bit to the left, locked on the coach cheering on his champion.
I’ve seen Coach Sanders around campus before. He has his own little following of girls who like to chase after him, including the staff. But from what I’ve seen, and it hasn’t been much, he isn’t really interested in their company. He’s polite, will smile and wave if you call his name, but typically, he’s a bit of a loner.
And he seems to have caught my friend's eye.
I leave her to her gazing and excuse myself to go to the restroom.
Swiftly, I scoot out of the bleachers and onto the slick, wooden floor, darting through a mass of students to break free of the humid gymnasium.
Fresh air hits me once I pass through the double doors out of the building, and I take a deep breath.
I stroll through the open quads, enjoying the brisk air and open, empty space. The winds carry over the scent of the ocean. I drown in its salty aroma, fighting the urge to follow its trail and experience the beach at night. It’s Mr. Ellis’s favorite for a reason, and I’m dying to know why.
Echoes of the front doors slamming open reverberate throughout the hollow halls. Anyone who is on campus is in the gymnasium, leaving me all alone inside the main building.
It’s pitch black in here minus the minimal lighting. Strips of dim orange lights glow along the ceiling. They light my way up the stairs, but just barely, so I use the flashlight on my phone to illuminate my steps.
The higher up I go, the creepier the building feels. I probably should have just waited in line for the gym bathroom, but it was practically around the corner. Maybe I’ll go back down and use the one on the first floor.
Before I know it, I’m already on the third floor.
“Fuck it,” I grumble, pushing inside to hurry and do my business.
As I’m washing my hands, a text comes through, startling a high-pitched squeak from my lips.
Where did you go?
Heart pounding, I place my hands over my chest and sigh. I’m about to respond when a better idea pops into my mind.
Using my damp paper towel, I shove open the door and sprint down the stairs. The darkness barely registers as I fly to level three.
“Please be unlocked. Please be unlocked,” I repeat, skipping down the hall to his classroom door. Like a miracle answered, the handle swings down, and I throw myself inside.
Planting myself on the edge of his desk, I angle the camera of my phone low, giving him a peek under my short, black floral skirt. He may not see the beauty of my emerald lace, but he will see the tiny scrap of fabric barely covering my pussy.
I jump down from the desk and watch as my message goes from delivered to read. A chat bubble pops up seconds later, but it disappears as quickly as it came.
You there?I type out, chewing on the corner of my thumb nail, debating if I press send or not.
It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes of me thinking it over, when the sudden sound of pounding comes from the hall.
The crashing of the door slamming open startles me into dropping my phone. I don’t reach for it, hardly give it a glance. How could I when my Herculean six-foot man comes stomping my way?
Those hands that I love so much slide into my hair, tangling within my curls. “Are you being a bad girl without me?” he asks, dropping a kiss on the corner of my lips.
