I’m still stiff as a brick. That thing isn’t going anywhere. I’m going to have to do something about it before my next class.
My eyes remain locked on Gracie as she walks out, her hips swaying like a slow-mo beauty shot, and that’s when I finally realize the truth…
I don’t have a chance against this girl.
3
GRACIE
I’ve never feltsexy before. But this last week at Pine Hills, under the watchful eye ofMr. Davis,has changed everything.
When I walk down the halls, I’m keenly aware of every inch of my body. When my skirt catches the breeze and I feel the air between my thighs, I’m aware of just how hot my body is. I meanliterallyhot.
Every time I see Chris or catch him eyeing me, my internal temperature rises several degrees. I’ve started carrying around a white kerchief to wipe the tiny beads of sweat from my face that form when I sit in his class, my gaze glued to his rippling back muscles nearly bulging out of his shirt.
I’ve started bringing an extra pair of panties to change into around lunch. They’re an actual necessity. Just being in Chris’s presence sends my body into overdrive. My skin prickles with a sensational tickle, like thousands of golden ants parading across my body.
And then I’m dripping. My thighs are soaked, and it’s off to the bathroom to change.
My breasts tingle every time I enter his classroom. Even the space around him feels thick and heavy, like the whole worldis bending to his whim. But now as I sit in the front row and pretend to pay attention to his lecture, I’m angrily chewing my lower lip.
It’s been almost a week since Chris brought me into his office and…reprimanded me. Even now, if I close my eyes, I am instantly transported back to that moment, bent over his desk, bracing myself for the next chastising spank from his palm.
And the way my whole body lit up like a sparkler when he moved down, spread me wide, and pressed his nose against my most intimate flesh…
But since then?Nothing.
He’s been avoiding me like I have the plague. I’ve been pulling out every trick in the book to get his attention. I’ve broken dress code, not done my homework, and even pushed things further by spreading my legs apart in the middle of class.
But it’s like Chris has become a monk or something. He might as well be built from stone. I just cannot get him to look at me.
He lectures with his back to the class and has no problem talking to other girls, especially this one chick, Regina, who loves to pester him. Her crush is so obvious. She doesn’t even try to hide it. But Chris doesn’t ignoreher. So why me?
“Gracie, this can’t happen again…”
I saw the war in his eyes when he said that. But I guess I just thought he was saying it more to himself than to me, and that I’d eventually find myself back in his office, being disciplined again for being the bad girl I’ve been.
But so far, nothing.
And I’m dying.
Each day that passes, my desire for his attention grows. I watch him talking and laughing with the other girls. My stomach twists when the female teachers throw themselves at him. He’s like a bull in a pen full of breeding cows. Yet to him, I’m invisible.
The veins on his forearms have my attention now as I watch him write a problem on the board. They’re so thick. I bet he could twist the lug nuts off his car wheel without even using a wrench.
I keep watching, and it’s like a burning poison starts to slither through my belly. Staring at the back of his head like this is torture.
I need more.
I want to stand up, lift up my shirt, and scream,“LOOK AT ME!”
Of course, I don’t do that. I use all my willpower to somehow stay silent throughout the rest of class.Fine. If you want to ignore me, I’ll ignore you!
When the bell rings, I’m the first one out the door. The cute little squeaks from the rest of the girls flooding up to him break off my back like waves against a sea wall.
I may be jealous, but none of them have a chance with him. None of them have felt the sting of his rough hands againsttheirbutts.
No. Despite the game he’s playing, Chris wantsme. All I have to do is prove it.
