Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

out of me. I bit my bottom lip as I tried to storm out the room, but failed.
My hand was on the door knob when he spoke again, “Don’t forget about your detention tomorrow.”
“I won’t.” I said before I threw opened the door and trudged out the room.

I was trying to ignore Leo as he kept pestering me with questions. I pushed him away and kept walking, but he caught up to me again.
“Where were you?” he asked for the thousandth time. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I was in History discussing my detention with Mr. Lawrence,” I replied. It was true, but we only brought up my detention twice. I wasn’t going to tell Leo that, of course.
“Oh, that’s really boring.” Leo said making a face. I laughed and looked at him. “Did you think I got kidnapped?”
He laughed. “No, but it would’ve been much more exciting than discussing detention.” He teased. I rolled my eyes and nudged him with my shoulder.
“You rather I get kidnapped, so that you could be better entertained?” I questioned. He shook his head, his eyes wide with fake horror.
“Of course not! I love you too much to wish such a thing on you!” he said with fake astonishment before kissing me on my cheek. I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Sure, like I would believe you. You’re a psycho.” I said and narrowed my eyes at him. He rolled his eyes.
“How so?”
“Because you tried to kill me yesterday!” I exclaimed. He scoffed.
“Stop exaggerating the truth, sweetheart.” He mocked. I pushed him again . . . and at the wrong time.
I pushed Leo right into Jamie. His huge muscular body knocked over her small frame. It would’ve been funny if Jamie wasn’t yelping in pain. I pushed Leo off of her, fighting laughter.
“Sorry Jamie. That was for helping get kidnapped.”
Leo quickly helped her off the floor, kissing her hand. “Sorry about that babe. You know I would never put you in the hospital.” Leo said and smiled at her. He straightened out her hair with his long fingers.
Jamie blushed. “I wouldn’t put you in the hospital either.” Leo kissed her cheek and swung his arm over her shoulder. I eyed them like they were crazy.
“You guys are weird.” I said, shaking my head. Jamie shrugged and Leo laughed. I rolled my eyes at them.
“I’ll see you guys later. I and Kyle have a date tonight.”
“On a Thursday?” Jamie asked and scrunched up her face.
I sighed. “I know. I have detention for Mr. Lawrence on Friday.”
“Bummer. . . Well at least you’ll have eye candy.” She said with a smile. I laughed and waved at them as I walked through the school doors.
Kyle soon showed up with his truck. I immediately felt guilty as I climbed into the car. I threw myself at a teacher. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I was dating Kyle. I practically cheated on him . . . with my teacher! I bit my bottom lip and fidgeted with the end of my shirt. I felt horrible.
“Hey babe,” Kyle pecked me on the lips and pulled away from the curb.
“Hey.” I replied.
“I was going to walk you to Trigonometry, but I didn’t see you in front of your History class,” He looked at me from the corner of his eyes.
“Sorry about that. I was discussing my detention with Mr. Lawrence,”
He nodded.
“He gave you another day?”
I shook my head. “Good thing he didn’t.”
“He seemed down today,” Kyle noted. I nodded.
“He said his dog died.”
“Hm, he doesn’t look like a dog lover.”
I nodded in agreement. “He really doesn’t.”
“Well, I guess that’s why you don’t judge a book by its cover.”
I shrugged.
I still didn’t think Mr. Lawrence even owned a dog. I still wasn’t sure about this whole bond thing, but I did know he was lying. I could see it in his stormy gray eyes. I wanted to know why he was lying. Why would he feel the need to lie to me? Was it personal? Why did I care? He said it wasn’t me and he seemed pretty truthful when he said that. I still wondered what was really wrong with him.
Confused

I AND Kyle was sucking each other’s faces off as we sat at a booth at Josephine’s. I knotted my finger in his silky hair and pulled his face close to mines. My legs were wrapped around his waist and I was resting on his lap. His arms were wrapped around my waist and he too was pulling me closer. A smile was on my face as he trailed kisses from my mouth to my neck and back. He started slowly sucking on my neck, no doubt leaving a hicky. I urged him on by nibbling on his earlobe.
I was having a great time when at the corner of my eye I saw a pale figure. My eyes widened when I saw Mr. Lawrence there, staring wide eyed at us. What made my heart break was the tears that was in his eyes. I wanted to comfort him, to tell him I wanted him and not Kyle. But of course I couldn’t. He was indeed my teacher. I thought I only imagined him because the next second he was gone. But what made me believe that he was there was the feeling of hurt that washed through me.
I pulled back and Kyle groaned in protest. I looked at my watch and was glad that it was ten fifty. My curfew was eleven o’ clock. I really wanted to go home and think . . . Was Mr. Lawrence really there? Or did I imagine him up?
Kyle was breathing hard as he looked into my eyes. His chocolate eyes were filled with desire. I pecked his lips. “I’m sorry, but my curfew is in ten minutes.”
He sighed. “You do know that you have no curfew, right?”
I pushed him away and stood up. I placed a few bills on the table. “I do have a curfew and it’s in ten minutes. Let’s go.” I urged. He sighed, dropped a tip on the table and followed me out the restaurant. I wrapped my arms around my body as we stepped into the cool night.
I was eager to get into the truck and warm up. I knew I should’ve brought a jacket. “What is the real reason why we left?” Kyle asked suddenly as we piled into the car. I looked at him.
“My curfew is in ten minutes, Kyle.” I said each word slowly. Kyle sighed and put the key in the ignition. Soon, we were off for my house.
I know that I pissed him off because he stayed quiet the rest of the way. I pressed my lips together, so I wouldn’t apologize. Really, he was getting childish again. This was why I questioned our relationship. Honestly, he always got like this when it was time for me to go home. I’m responsible, so it’s only right for me to set a curfew for myself. I have school tomorrow and I have to stay back for detention. I’m going to need my sleep. I can’t just stay out all night . . . Plus, I might stay up late thinking about Trent Lawrence . . .

When we reached my house, Kyle surprisingly walked me to my door. I thought he would be too mad, but I guess not.
Kyle held my hand in his and looked into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Faith.” I blushed and looked down. Kyle used his finger to tilt my head back up. “And I love you so much. You make me go insane.”
My face was on fire as I reached on my tippy toes to kiss him on the lips. “I love you too, Kyle. I’m sorry if I upset you.”
He shook his head and kissed my neck. “I can never get mad at you. I was mad at the fact that our date came to an end.” He admitted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“You make me insane, Faith.” He whispered again against my neck. I shivered and leaned back to look into his eyes. “Good.” He chuckled and dropped his arms.
“I’ll see you, tomorrow.” I nodded and released his neck. I stepped away from him and waved. “Bye.” I turned around and unlocked my door.
I stepped into the house only to see Sophie chewing on the sofa again. I groaned and ran over to her. I picked her and tried to take her to her room, but she wiggled around in my arms.
“No!” she cried. I ignored her pleas as I pulled her up the steps and into her room. I put her on her bed and locked the door. She had a different lock on her door where there’s a key you could use to get in. My dad had got it when she locked herself in her room by an accident. It was just her being irresponsible again. I shook my head at the memory. She banged on the door and cried, but I walked back to my room to get changed and to do my homework.
I changed into black sweats and a red tank top. I took off my jewelry and went downstairs to grab a granola bar. When I came back upstairs I put my headphones in my ears and started on my homework.
Honestly, I couldn’t even concentrate on my homework. I scribbled something down and put my books back into my messenger bag. I got into my bed, turned off my lamps and threw the sheets over my head.
Mr. Lawrence’s face kept swirling around in my head. His pained face kept flashing before my eyes. Delicate tears were in his eyes and then he disappeared . . . leaving me wondering. I bit my bottom lip and curled up in a ball. Did I truly see him there or did I imagine him? Even so, how did he disappear? It wouldn’t make sense unless he was a magician or something. So I must’ve imagined him. Deep down in my conscious I felt guilty for dating Kyle while I felt feelings for him. That was probably why my mind conjured up a picture of him crying. That was what must’ve happened. The rest just didn’t add up. And what about when I felt hurt wash through me? It wasn’t my emotion – at all.
I soon fell asleep, once again dreaming of Trent Lawrence.


I woke up and tore my headphones out my ears. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and took a shower. When I walked back into my room, of course Sophie was there. She was playing in my drawers with her pacifier in her mouth. I groaned and quickly ran over to her. I picked her up and she started