Sawyer
I have a thing after work...
Amelie
Okay. Well, if you change your mind :)
Sawyer
*MMS message downloading…*
Holy shit! He just sent me a nude picture! Well, it kinda stops before you see more than the base of his junk but holy cow! This just got better than I thought. Happy birthday to me, indeed.
I reply to my brother and Smalls, because they both know I have my phone. Dad doesn’t, but he threw me under this bus by sending me here, and I don’t trust he won’t tell the she-devil and get it taken off me, so I don’t bother to reply to him.
I decide, after that picture, that I need to blow off some steam, So I reply back to Sawyer.
Amelie
To avoid sounding desperate, what are you doing tonight?
His response takes a few minutes.
Sawyer
Grading papers but would welcome a distraction.
Amelie
Ping me your address and I will see you very soon. :) 7 sound good?
I throw the phone down and race into the shower so that I can get ready. I know Sawyer is a means to an end, but I’m not blind, he is very attractive. I haven’t been with a guy intimately in a while. My brother and Smalls and every one of their friends made sure of that. I can’t blame them for being protective after what happened to me. I thought I would never be able to be with someone again, that they would have robbed me of my ability to make a sexual connection, yet now I’m almost numb to it, in a way. I lock it all in a place where it can’t hurt me.
When it’s time, I know that leaving the school grounds will be tricky, but I skulk around like a damn cat burglar.
“Going somewhere?” A very girly squeal peels from my lips.
“Baxter? What are you doing here?”
“Campus security, helping girls escape since 2015.”
Most people would question his motives; I’m sure to the average eye he would be someone you would cross the street to get away from, but I can see it’s all an act.
“Well then, it’s my lucky night.”
“Let’s go, before we both have another visit with my buddy, headmaster Knox.” I laugh and follow Baxter to the edge of the school grounds, to a place I wouldn’t ever have considered as a viable way out. Maybe he is really going to off me in the woods.
We eventually come to a clearing, where there’s a motorbike chained to a tree.
“You keep a bike to escape this place?”
“Me and my buddy have an understanding, he turns a blind eye, as long as no one else finds out.”
“So how does that help me?”
“I’ll give you a lift.”
Getting on the back of a bike isn’t new to me, but telling Baxter where I’m going is an issue.
