Page 23 of The Teacher

SKIPPER

No girl has ever compared to Sandy Finn. No girl. Trust me, I’ve spent the last few years screwing around, dating all the time, picking up so many women from expensive bars and parties all over the world, and yet no girl has even come close to what it was like with Sandy. I’ve tried them all. I’ve tried to screw enough girls to get Sandy out of my head, but so far, I’ve been completely and utterly unsuccessful.

I fucked up eight years ago. That sudden drunk impulse to fuck Nicole at that stupid house party has scarred me for life. That night - the night of my dumb decision - I lost Sandy. Seemingly forever. I lost the one person who meant the world to me.

And I’ve regretted it ever since.

I want her back.

I need her back.

I’m going to get her back.

I watch her storm away from me at the fundraiser. She in that pretty dress of hers. That very low-cut dress. Sandy, despite being a book-loving geek, always knew how to look her very best on a night out. Seeing her tonight looking like that made me horny in ways I haven’t been for years.

The only girl in the world for me.

I take a sip of my red wine to look casual, to not look like Sandy has ripped my heart out as she turned away from me.

Bide your time, there’s going to be plenty more chances to talk to her.

During our whole conversation together, it was nearly impossible not to imagine ripping off that dress, putting my mouth between her slender legs, and tasting her pussy. I had to actively make sure my eyes were focused on her eyes and not on her perfectly round tits as she insulted me at the fundraiser.

And now she’s run off, for the second time.

It’s okay. It’s what I expected.

I knew she’ll be pissed off initially when she heard I was to spend some time investigating the school. I understand what she must be feeling, but I still see that spark in her when she sees me. I know, deep down, she wants me. We just have to resolve what happened eight years ago, that’s all.

I have to make her see that I’m no longer that boy who fucked her over.

Sure, I am looking to expand my family’s education business empire into Australia, but really the whole thing is a bit of a ruse. I could’ve gone to any number of elite schools in the country, but I chose Poseidon’s Academy for a reason. And it isn’t for nostalgia.

Sandy works there.

And I’m here to get her.

That’s all.

That’s why I’m really here.

For Sandy.

I really did fuck up eight years ago, and now I’m here to apologize, but I don’t know how. I know Sandy would never, not in a million years, accept some half-hearted apology from me. She’s too strong for that. No, this apology has to mean something.

It has to come from my heart.

I watch her from across the room as I get a refill of my wine. She’s so natural, so radiant. It’s like she glows at me wherever she is. My eyes are always attracted to her. She’s all I want. Her laugh is infectious. Her body is to die for. Man, I want her.

But Sandy is smart, another reason why I fell for her. If I want her back, I know I have to put in the hard work. She’s so smart and fiercely independent. She’s not just gonna fall for me just because I rock up back into her life and mumble a pitiful sorry. I’m gonna have to do better than that to get her back. Much better.

She’s worth everything.

Seeing her again tonight has filled me with renewed hope. I know, behind her tough exterior, she really does have those same feelings for me as she did eight years ago. I’ve just got to coax it out of her. I’m gonna really have to work hard.

Damn, I just miss her so much. It’s hard to even just look at her.

I take a long drink of my wine and try not to think about how much my heart longs for that woman across the room.