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wasn’t very talkative and I knew it was because I had left practice rather early. He liked for me to stay the entire time so we could have a moment together afterwards. It didn’t always happen like this. We both had lives outside of our relationship and he knew that. My father didn’t want me dating and neither did his parents. If my father found out I was sneaking around with Jack he’d have a conniption.
Jack often joked that that would be hilarious to see. I didn’t think so.
Before we reached the cafeteria I pulled him to the side and placed his hands on my waist. I tilted my head to the side and pouted my lips a bit knowing that was his weakness. He was always trying to please me and vise versa. It was why our relationship worked. We worked well with each other’s emotions. He smiled as he brought his mouth to mine gently.
I didn’t pull away from him when he began to breathe heavily, knowing he liked to be in control.
When he pulled back I smile greatly at my accomplishment. I didn’t like it when he was upset with me, it gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
We then continued our trek to the cafeteria.
After lunch, gym passed quickly and as always, Coach Murphy had us doing some kind of activity that had me sweating profusely. I hit the showers, hoping I wouldn’t be late to class like I normally was. That hope always diminished because it didn’t matter how long I took in the shower, I was always a minute or two late to class.
There was never enough time to dry my hair. I knew that one day I was going to end up catching phenomena from walking across campus with moist locks.
The door to Devin’s classroom was open and I could see the student getting their books out. I vaguely heard Devin writing something on chalkboard on the right side of the classroom so I took this moment to try my best to sneak in without getting myself caught. Jack locked his eyes on mine and tried his best to hold back a smile. His eyes darted to my seat when the time was right and I quickly entered the classroom.
I hadn’t gotten halfway there before Devin called my name.
“Layla, nice of you to join us,” he said never turning from the chalkboard.
I stopped mid step as he then looked over his shoulder. “Sorry. Gym ran long?”
He turned away from me before I could make out his expression but I could have sworn it was a bit amused. I took this time to take my seat and take out my things.
He finished writing as I took my place besides Jack. Turning, he dusted his hands and smiled wickedly at me. “I trust next time you’ll dry your squeaky shoes before attempting to sneak into my classroom.”
I nodded and the class laughed a bit.
“Alright,” Devin said going to his desk at the front of the room. “Settle down. It’s time to begin our lesson on Beowulf. Turn in your books to page two hundred and thirty six.”
There were a few collective groans but none from me. I was relishing in the fact he hadn’t given me a detention.
“Oh, you all don’t like reading do you?” He smiled and it seemed like he was smiling directly at me. “Isn’t this what you all have been working on?”
I looked around and notice some people nodding.
“Alright, well if you all think you know the story write a paragraph, no less than seven grammatically correct sentences, summarizing the fable.”
He gave us about twenty minutes to do this then took them up. He then sifted through some of them and began to read some of them aloud. Most people were spot on while others were clearly not.
“Keep your books open,” Devin said. “But instead of having you read word for word today, we’ll just talk about your opinions on the story.”
He called on one girl in the back and asked her opinion on whether she thought the main character has heroic or not.
Her voice faded into the back of my mind as I watch Devin lean precariously on his desk, arms crossed over his chest.
He wore a white button down shirt with a red tie and slimming black slacks that completely contrasted with his look from two nights ago. He looked more like a teacher in this instant that he had then, more professional.
His eyes focused on the girl that was speaking and while he listened he nodded, black hair shifting a bit. Every couple of seconds his mouth would twitch and he’d lick his lips. His lips parted as he spoke but I never heard what came out. I could only think about what it would be like to taste those lips.
My mind began to linger on the rest of him, what it would be like to run my hands across his broad shoulders and down his chest. What was under that shirt? Was he muscular? The shirt he wore was a bit see through on the arms but I couldn’t make out if he had any muscle tone. He was a painter so did that mean he took special interest in his appearance?
I found myself thinking back to what Marina had told me earlier this morning. How he wore rather large shoes. Today they were black but I didn’t think that determine how large he was. Every person was different.
My eyes went back to him gorgeous face and I noticed he was staring at me, emerald eyes dancing with delight as his lips parted once more.
I was certain he was speaking to me, his lips formed my name but all I could think was-
“So hot.” I mumbled before I could stop myself. My voice snapped me back to where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. “I mean, so not. Beowulf was anything but a hero.”
I looked down at my book to prevent my face from flushing with embarrassment.
“Would you care to elaborate on that?” He was clearly amused. I could hear it in his tone.
I went on to explain my thoughts on the main character. When I finished I dared a look up from my book to see him nodding.
“Interesting. Becky, what do you think?”
His attention turned to the girl I sat next to for a moment but would occasionally dart back to me, causing an uneasy fluttering in my stomach.
When class ended he told us that we all did great and that we had an assignment that was do three weeks from Friday. We were to write an essay on our thoughts today. Why the main character was heroic and why the monster acted the way he did.
Before I could leave the classroom, Devin called me back.
“Yes,” I asked groaning internally.
“You should join creative writing club.” He told me. “There was a meeting yesterday and I was surprised you didn’t show considering that was the one thing you told me you liked to do yesterday. To write, right? Well, why aren’t you in creative writing club?”
“I only write poetry.” I lied, causing him to raise an eyebrow at me.
“Lying is not a becoming quality in a young lady. There’s another meeting tomorrow. Come, bring your poetry. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
If it meant I could gawk at him, there was no doubt in my mind I’d be showing up. I pushed that thought away. Clearly, that was a reason not to go.
I was sure he saw the conflict on my face because he spoke before I could. “Just…try it. We meet in here at three forty. I hear it gives people enough time to come across campus.”
My lips twitched and the corners of his mouth turned up a bit. “It wouldn’t kill you. Think about it.”
I would and I did.
The next day I stayed behind after the bell rang releasing the car riders, causing him to smile widely.
When the room cleared out, he spoke to me, voice like silk. “I knew you couldn’t stay away. You’ll like it. I promise.”
There weren’t very many people who showed up, just eight, and they were a bit shocked to find me there.
I didn’t blame them. I didn’t really talk to people at school. Marina was my sister and Jack was my boyfriend. Those were the only people I ever really interacted with. I mean, the guys at the table would go out of their way to talk to me but I knew that was because Jack made them. I had a hard time trusting people enough to let them get close enough to know me, so having many friends was definitely out of the question.
It wasn’t like I was mean to anyone, that was Rachel’s job. I just chose not to speak to people unless the situation called for it.
So to say I was nervous around these people was an understatement. And Devin wanted me to read a poem in front of them? Not going to happen.
But it was. Once the session started, Devin told me they had told him, it was mandatory that every new group member read a piece of work they wrote or liked. Including the teacher. He told me he did it yesterday and now it was my turn.
I shook at I stood near my desk and muttered a poem I had written a for a freshman English class.
It wasn’t anything special but they still clapped once I had finished and taken my seat.
Devin smiled my way then began to distribute a handout to everyone in the class.
“Don’t write on these, please, I have to use these in class tomorrow and don’t have any idea how to use the point system to print any more off.”
We laughed a bit which eased some of my tension.
I’d never recited my poetry to anyone before and it was a bit nerve-wracking.
The meeting wasn’t very long but I had told my father not to expect me home before five just in case. He seemed proud that I was going somewhere to practice my craft and didn’t pressure me to tell him anymore about it.
After the meeting, everyone left but Devin and me. He began to pick up the papers scattered on every other desk and I helped.
“How was it?” He asked as I came to him, handing him the papers I’d collected.
“Nerve-wracking.” I admitted.
“Well, I mean, that’s everything in life. Everything is scary in the beginning but once you do it enough times it because pleasurable.”
I wasn’t sure but I was certain he was making a reference to sex. No, I thought, it was just my dirty mind.
“It’s like riding a bike.” He said interrupting my thoughts. “Once you’re on, you’re on. The hard part is nearly over.”
I nodded as I leaned on one of the student desks. “Don’t get me wrong, I really liked it. It was…fun.”
“So you’ll come again next week?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “It kind of interferes with Jack’s practices though. He doesn’t like when I miss them.”
Before he could comment, my foot slipped on the slick speckled floor and the desk I was leaning on fell forward with a bag. I too fell to the floor with a huff. I laughed involuntarily as I covered my face with my hands.
“Oh, god, I can’t believe I just did that.”
Devin laughed too, causing me to remove my hands from covering my eyes. When
Jack often joked that that would be hilarious to see. I didn’t think so.
Before we reached the cafeteria I pulled him to the side and placed his hands on my waist. I tilted my head to the side and pouted my lips a bit knowing that was his weakness. He was always trying to please me and vise versa. It was why our relationship worked. We worked well with each other’s emotions. He smiled as he brought his mouth to mine gently.
I didn’t pull away from him when he began to breathe heavily, knowing he liked to be in control.
When he pulled back I smile greatly at my accomplishment. I didn’t like it when he was upset with me, it gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
We then continued our trek to the cafeteria.
After lunch, gym passed quickly and as always, Coach Murphy had us doing some kind of activity that had me sweating profusely. I hit the showers, hoping I wouldn’t be late to class like I normally was. That hope always diminished because it didn’t matter how long I took in the shower, I was always a minute or two late to class.
There was never enough time to dry my hair. I knew that one day I was going to end up catching phenomena from walking across campus with moist locks.
The door to Devin’s classroom was open and I could see the student getting their books out. I vaguely heard Devin writing something on chalkboard on the right side of the classroom so I took this moment to try my best to sneak in without getting myself caught. Jack locked his eyes on mine and tried his best to hold back a smile. His eyes darted to my seat when the time was right and I quickly entered the classroom.
I hadn’t gotten halfway there before Devin called my name.
“Layla, nice of you to join us,” he said never turning from the chalkboard.
I stopped mid step as he then looked over his shoulder. “Sorry. Gym ran long?”
He turned away from me before I could make out his expression but I could have sworn it was a bit amused. I took this time to take my seat and take out my things.
He finished writing as I took my place besides Jack. Turning, he dusted his hands and smiled wickedly at me. “I trust next time you’ll dry your squeaky shoes before attempting to sneak into my classroom.”
I nodded and the class laughed a bit.
“Alright,” Devin said going to his desk at the front of the room. “Settle down. It’s time to begin our lesson on Beowulf. Turn in your books to page two hundred and thirty six.”
There were a few collective groans but none from me. I was relishing in the fact he hadn’t given me a detention.
“Oh, you all don’t like reading do you?” He smiled and it seemed like he was smiling directly at me. “Isn’t this what you all have been working on?”
I looked around and notice some people nodding.
“Alright, well if you all think you know the story write a paragraph, no less than seven grammatically correct sentences, summarizing the fable.”
He gave us about twenty minutes to do this then took them up. He then sifted through some of them and began to read some of them aloud. Most people were spot on while others were clearly not.
“Keep your books open,” Devin said. “But instead of having you read word for word today, we’ll just talk about your opinions on the story.”
He called on one girl in the back and asked her opinion on whether she thought the main character has heroic or not.
Her voice faded into the back of my mind as I watch Devin lean precariously on his desk, arms crossed over his chest.
He wore a white button down shirt with a red tie and slimming black slacks that completely contrasted with his look from two nights ago. He looked more like a teacher in this instant that he had then, more professional.
His eyes focused on the girl that was speaking and while he listened he nodded, black hair shifting a bit. Every couple of seconds his mouth would twitch and he’d lick his lips. His lips parted as he spoke but I never heard what came out. I could only think about what it would be like to taste those lips.
My mind began to linger on the rest of him, what it would be like to run my hands across his broad shoulders and down his chest. What was under that shirt? Was he muscular? The shirt he wore was a bit see through on the arms but I couldn’t make out if he had any muscle tone. He was a painter so did that mean he took special interest in his appearance?
I found myself thinking back to what Marina had told me earlier this morning. How he wore rather large shoes. Today they were black but I didn’t think that determine how large he was. Every person was different.
My eyes went back to him gorgeous face and I noticed he was staring at me, emerald eyes dancing with delight as his lips parted once more.
I was certain he was speaking to me, his lips formed my name but all I could think was-
“So hot.” I mumbled before I could stop myself. My voice snapped me back to where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. “I mean, so not. Beowulf was anything but a hero.”
I looked down at my book to prevent my face from flushing with embarrassment.
“Would you care to elaborate on that?” He was clearly amused. I could hear it in his tone.
I went on to explain my thoughts on the main character. When I finished I dared a look up from my book to see him nodding.
“Interesting. Becky, what do you think?”
His attention turned to the girl I sat next to for a moment but would occasionally dart back to me, causing an uneasy fluttering in my stomach.
When class ended he told us that we all did great and that we had an assignment that was do three weeks from Friday. We were to write an essay on our thoughts today. Why the main character was heroic and why the monster acted the way he did.
Before I could leave the classroom, Devin called me back.
“Yes,” I asked groaning internally.
“You should join creative writing club.” He told me. “There was a meeting yesterday and I was surprised you didn’t show considering that was the one thing you told me you liked to do yesterday. To write, right? Well, why aren’t you in creative writing club?”
“I only write poetry.” I lied, causing him to raise an eyebrow at me.
“Lying is not a becoming quality in a young lady. There’s another meeting tomorrow. Come, bring your poetry. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
If it meant I could gawk at him, there was no doubt in my mind I’d be showing up. I pushed that thought away. Clearly, that was a reason not to go.
I was sure he saw the conflict on my face because he spoke before I could. “Just…try it. We meet in here at three forty. I hear it gives people enough time to come across campus.”
My lips twitched and the corners of his mouth turned up a bit. “It wouldn’t kill you. Think about it.”
I would and I did.
The next day I stayed behind after the bell rang releasing the car riders, causing him to smile widely.
When the room cleared out, he spoke to me, voice like silk. “I knew you couldn’t stay away. You’ll like it. I promise.”
There weren’t very many people who showed up, just eight, and they were a bit shocked to find me there.
I didn’t blame them. I didn’t really talk to people at school. Marina was my sister and Jack was my boyfriend. Those were the only people I ever really interacted with. I mean, the guys at the table would go out of their way to talk to me but I knew that was because Jack made them. I had a hard time trusting people enough to let them get close enough to know me, so having many friends was definitely out of the question.
It wasn’t like I was mean to anyone, that was Rachel’s job. I just chose not to speak to people unless the situation called for it.
So to say I was nervous around these people was an understatement. And Devin wanted me to read a poem in front of them? Not going to happen.
But it was. Once the session started, Devin told me they had told him, it was mandatory that every new group member read a piece of work they wrote or liked. Including the teacher. He told me he did it yesterday and now it was my turn.
I shook at I stood near my desk and muttered a poem I had written a for a freshman English class.
It wasn’t anything special but they still clapped once I had finished and taken my seat.
Devin smiled my way then began to distribute a handout to everyone in the class.
“Don’t write on these, please, I have to use these in class tomorrow and don’t have any idea how to use the point system to print any more off.”
We laughed a bit which eased some of my tension.
I’d never recited my poetry to anyone before and it was a bit nerve-wracking.
The meeting wasn’t very long but I had told my father not to expect me home before five just in case. He seemed proud that I was going somewhere to practice my craft and didn’t pressure me to tell him anymore about it.
After the meeting, everyone left but Devin and me. He began to pick up the papers scattered on every other desk and I helped.
“How was it?” He asked as I came to him, handing him the papers I’d collected.
“Nerve-wracking.” I admitted.
“Well, I mean, that’s everything in life. Everything is scary in the beginning but once you do it enough times it because pleasurable.”
I wasn’t sure but I was certain he was making a reference to sex. No, I thought, it was just my dirty mind.
“It’s like riding a bike.” He said interrupting my thoughts. “Once you’re on, you’re on. The hard part is nearly over.”
I nodded as I leaned on one of the student desks. “Don’t get me wrong, I really liked it. It was…fun.”
“So you’ll come again next week?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “It kind of interferes with Jack’s practices though. He doesn’t like when I miss them.”
Before he could comment, my foot slipped on the slick speckled floor and the desk I was leaning on fell forward with a bag. I too fell to the floor with a huff. I laughed involuntarily as I covered my face with my hands.
“Oh, god, I can’t believe I just did that.”
Devin laughed too, causing me to remove my hands from covering my eyes. When
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