I completely forgot about the plans when I was tutoring Juliette. After she was embarrassed and borderline bullied by Juliette, I expected her to leave, but she didn't.
In fact, she basically pounced on me and we had an eventful night. She came twice, but I didn't cum at all.
Surprisingly, it wasn't because it was her first time—because she was very eager to learn and tried her very best—it was mostly because I couldn't stop thinking about how aggravating Juliette was being. She ruined my ability to orgasm yesterday. So, Priya can even the score another time.
“She's a lovely girl, but I think you need someone a little tougher,” Victoria says, with a little frown.
I raise my eyebrow. “We just fucked, it's not like I'm going to marry the girl.”
“God forbid you actually date someone,” Aryan whispers in my ear from behind and I jolt from the shock, pushing him when he giggles.
Victoria ignores our shenanigans. “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to find someone.”
I don't date. I don't do relationships. I tried a bit when I was younger, but I just didn't have the emotional capacity to deal with someone else nor did I have the time.
Honestly, I still have neither and I just don't want to date anyone, no one excites me or pulls me in enough for that.
Love in itself bothers me, especially when people bring it up to me. I really despise the notion of love. To me, it's just an angry force that wreaks havoc on people’s life.
Mind you, I'm not talking about friendships or family, I'm talking about the love that makes you blind and stupid when you're so in love with someone that you can't think of anything else. It's absolutely abhorrent.
“I don’t believe in love. You guys know that.” I sigh.
“Addie—” they both say softly.
I cut them off. “No, seriously. I've seen what love did to my father and I won't make the same mistakes that he did. I won't let love consume me and distract me from what's important.”
Oxford. Degree. Surgery.That's the list. Nothing will ever come in the way of that, especially not love.
Both their expressions soften at the mention of my father because it's so rare. I don't mind speaking about him, but it's difficult. It overwhelms me and it's distasteful.
I don't believe in God, but if she exists, I thank her for sending me such great best friends who don't pry or pressure and just drop a subject when it's bothering me, like they are right now.
“So, is anyone going to help me with these boxes now or not?” Aryan blurts out, changing the subject.
“Still a no from me,” I reply immediately.
***
After lunch, I bid my friends goodbye and make my way to the changing room to get ready for the most idiotic class in school.
I hate physical education class; it is the most useless class on the planet. Why am I being graded based on how well I throw a ball?
Not that I'm physically unfit, because I'm not, but considering that I spend most of my time either studying, smoking, or sleeping, I'm not exactly Usain Bolt or Venus Williams.
I'm the earliest here getting ready, mostly because attendance is clocked based on how quickly you key into the changing rooms, which means that the quicker I show up, the sooner I get to leave.Work smarter, not harder.
I undo my navy-blue tie, hanging it inside the locker and then I instantly begin unbuttoning my white uniformed shirt. My hands start off rapid, but slow down after my last button because… well, I can feel something.
Sweat is trickling down my neck, the scent of vanilla is invading my senses and I feel like my heart is slowing down exponentially.
She's here. I can always tell when she's here.
“What do you want, Juliette?” I voice out, turning my head to the side to look at her.
She's standing by the door, her back against it. Her uniform is pristine, like always and she has a blue headband on. Her electric blue eyes are raking my body. This forces me to remember that my shirt is open. Meaning she can see my body and my lace black bra.
I've never had a problem with nudity or my body being seen by anyone before, so why is my heart racing at her stare?
