“And in between you had my cock down your throat.”
The faintest shade of pink takes over her fair skin as her head turns toward me. Her blue eyes sparkle as if recalling what just happened minutes ago.
“What was I then?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
“Good to know.” Her head turns back toward the teacher.
“Give me your number.”
“Shh… I’m trying to pay attention.”
“Write your number down.” I tap her open notebook, right over little doodles that show she hasn’t been paying attention at all.
“No.”
“I will make a scene,” I warn. Her head snaps to me. Her eyes turn into daggers. “I will do it. I have nothing to lose here. This is your school, your class, and I am a famous rock star. Someone starts recording and we make a splash on all the gossip sites. You’ll never be able to escape my glorious shadow.”
“If I give you my number, I won’t be able to escape either.”
“Not true. Once I get what I want, I get bored quickly.”
Her eyes do loops as she shakes her head. “Was a blow job not enough?”
“No. Not by a long shot.”
The whispering behind us grows louder as more people start to place me. She glances back for a moment.
“Seems we already started to attract attention.” She shrugs. “Maybe I don’t care about losing anything this place holds.” Her eyes rest on the back of the head of some guy. The glare she giveshim is far worse than any time she glared at me. I quickly piece together that he is her shitty ex from the coffee shop.
“Okay.” I nod. “But remember I warned you.” She looks back at me. I smirk as I push myself to my feet. “Hey,” I yell out. Eyes turn to me, and the teacher pauses, looking my way.
“Yes?” the teacher asks.
“What class is this?” I ask, glancing down at Prue as her face starts to turn pink.
“Shouldn’t you know that?” the teacher questions. Clearly, he is annoyed already. Sadly for Prue and him, I’m just getting started.
“Fuck it.” I shrug. “I’m not a student here. I lost the need for books once music entered my life, but then I met Prue.” I motion at her, and she rolls her eyes for the hundredth time. “Prue, you have stolen my heart. I can’t take another second of not being with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please make me the happiest rock star on the planet and marry me.”
Once again, her eyes spin. I glance around to see a bunch of eyes glued to us, including her ex-boyfriend. I smile at him, while he stares on, stunned.
“Can you take this outside?” the teacher remarks.
“No. I’m not leaving until she answers me. Think of the baby, Prue,” I add, watching her eyes widen. “We could be a family.”
“It isn’t yours,” she replies, without missing a beat.
“I’ll raise a bastard,” I reply quickly, as the corner of her lips curve up. “Be a better father than that jackass of an ex of yours could ever be. You know I’m so much better in bed than that limp dick mother fucker.”
“That’s enough!” the teacher yells. “Leave this classroom right now or I will call security.”
“I’m not scared of campus security. Nothing scares me but being without Prue.”
The teacher rushed out of the classroom, probably to go find campus security.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see people pulling out their phones. Prue glares at me, though there’s a flicker of amusement beneath her fury.
