“Hey, Kelly,” I say to a blonde from my art class. “Do you have a pair of scissors I can borrow?”
“Oh, sure.” She smiles, handing me a pair from her locker. “Working on a new project?”
I force a smile back. “Hmmm, something like that.” Buzzing with energy, I quickly sneak off to the bathroom to begin my wicked little plan.
Chris originally disciplined me for wearing a short skirt, so if he thinks he’s just going to be able to ignore me now, I’ll just make it even shorter!
Thankfully, the restroom is empty, and I attack the plaid fabric with the scissors, chopping itwayhigher andwayshorterthan it was when I first showed up at school. This will certainly draw attention, and not just from Chris. But I need to do something to get through to him, and if that means causing a major scene, so be it.
Three girls gasp when I walk back out into the hall. One of them has her hands over her mouth, and the other two start laughing as I smirk at them. Kelly’s jaw drops when I hand her back her scissors.
“Gracie…are you nuts?” she asks. Laughing on the inside, I simply shrug and make my way down to the cafeteria.
More girls gasp as I pass them. I hear them whisper to each other. Some even point at me, but I don’t care. I’m not here for them. I’m here forhim.
I grab two sandwiches and exit the cafeteria quickly before any of the other teachers can get on my case. Chris has been having his lunch in his office for the last few days, and sure enough, he’s there when I walk in, writing something in his notebook. I don’t even bother to knock.
“Ham and cheese with lettuce,” I say, setting the sandwich down in front of him. Pushing back a stack of papers, I slide up onto his desk and take a seat. “Just like you like it.”
Chris doesn’t look at me, but I catch a tiny flicker of his eyes as they move to my legs. That’s all it takes to get the goosebumps started. “Get off my desk, Gracie.”
Nope. I’m not going anywhere.
“Make me.”
It’s barely there, but I catch it. Just thehintof a sigh. A slight rise in his shoulders. “This isn’t a game, Gracie.”
“No? Then why have you been ignoring me for the last week?” I ask, shifting my legs so my skirt rides up even higher. It’s barely even covering me now, and my skin is flushed like a peach.
Chris shakes his head, eyes on his desk. “You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?” I ask, leaning closer, inviting him to look down my shirt. “Because what I think is that you go home at night and youimagineall the things you’d like to do to me in this office if you’d just let yourself.”
Chris stiffens. The pencil in his hand snaps, the pieces falling to the floor.
“Thiscan’thappen, Gracie.” His voice is tense and low, like rolling thunder before a storm. But there’s a fault there. Like a mountain ready to collapse.
I’m breaking him.
“Iimagine it,” I whisper. “Every night. Chris…you’re all I can think about.”
I almost fall off the desk as he slams his fists down and leaps to his feet. In the blink of an eye, he’s beside me, hands on either side of my hips, caging me in.
My heart skyrockets as he scours my body with his hungry gaze, lingering on my newly modified skirt that breaks every school rule. Slowly, he reaches down and grasps the hem between his thumb and forefinger, noticing the cut fabric.
“Breaking the rules again,” he mutters.
My pulse rapid in my ears, I lean closer, inhaling his scent like a drug. “I’m abad girl, remember?”
His eyes close, his chest expands as he draws a deep breath, and I know I’m watching the last bit of his resolve falter.
My exterior is solid. I’m keeping it together. But on the inside, I’m overwhelmed with desperation.Please, please, please, touch me!
Just being in his office again is a blessing. Like entering a sacred chamber where…thingscan happen. Things I’ve been picturing in my mind every night before going to sleep. And while sleeping.
The urge to bend over his desk and expose myself to him is torturous. But I just can’t seem to do it. Despite all my false resolve and my bad-girl behavior, at the end of the day, I’m still a virgin. I’ve never done any of this before.
It’s only Chris that’s bringing this out in me. And if he doesn’t respond, I’m dead in the water.
