I’ve seen her a bunch of times pestering Chris in the hallway, obnoxiously flirting. He even pointed her out to me once too.“That’s the girl who was knocking on my office door when I was licking your pussy.”
Now I get it.
Regina has a mega-crush on Chris and has somehow noticed what’s going on between us. Maybe she picked up on the way he looks at me or even the way he intentionally avoids me at times, and she’s grown suspicious.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, and a warm, sticky strand of Chris’s spend drips out of me, sliding down my thigh. Normally, this kind of thing would turn me right back on, and I’d snap a pic and send it to him. But right now, with this girl in my face, it’s the last thing I need.
“Why I transferred is my business,” I say, ducking around her to walk down the sidewalk, but she follows, pressing me like a stalker, hissing in my ear.
“I know you’re not a real student! And I know what you’re up to with Mr. Davis!”
“I’m not up to anything!” I’m trying to play it cool, but my heart is racing. I’m fighting as hard as I can to keep a somewhat normal expression on my face while my body screams at me to run for the hills.
“You think I’m stupid, Gracie?”
My cheeks are burning as I spin to face Regina. “What do you want from me? Huh?”
Her upper lip twists into a cruel smile, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “Break it off.”
My heart skips a beat. “What!?”
“Tell Chris it’s over, or I go to the administration. Maybe even the police.” She sneers defiantly. “See how they feel about a fraud sneaking into their high school.”
“Go ahead.” I shrug. “See if I care.”
I actually do care. Being here at Pine Hills, roleplaying teacher-student with Chris every day, is amazing. But even if I’m forced to leave, I’ll find other ways to see him.
There’s no way I’ll ever not have Chris in my life.
But Regina has another ace up her sleeve. “Then I’ll go to your father.” My body tightens. “What do you think he’d have to say about his daughter dating his best friend?”
Instant goosebumps. And not the good kind.
How does this girl know so much about me? How does she know that Chris and my dad are even friends, let alone best friends?
“You’re creepy, you know that?” I ask her, but she just smiles and twirls a piece of hair around her finger.
“And you’re a fake,” she counters. “An obsessive, lying little tramp. You think you’re good enough for Mr. Davis?”
Okay, now I’m actually getting pissed off, and the way she’s raising her voice is making my stomach clench. Her face is like a painting of amused arrogance, but there’s something else beneath it.
Fear. Regina is afraid of me. No, not me. She’s afraid I’ll steal Chris from her.
As if he’s hers to steal.
“And I supposeyou’regood enough for him?” I ask.
Her arrogant mask slips, and she lashes out. “He’smine, bitch!I’ve been in Mr. Davis’s class for ayear.What do you know about him?”
What irony.
I’ve known Chris for years, and not just as a student. He means the world to me. He’s why I came to Pine Hill in the first place. Why I took such a risk. “I know more about him than you’ll ever know!” I smile.
Regina lunges forward like a snake about to strike, causing me to flinch. “Oh, yeah?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “You know he’s still married?”
There’s hatred in her eyes, but I hold my ground.
She’s lying. Trying to goad me. Trying to get me to doubt Daddy.
