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“Shh, A. The Alpha is only playing with me.” Her eyes go wide, but I know that she thinks it; it's what he does with girls, even Lux has said as much.
“B. Cuyler has a girlfriend, and the novelty will wear off when I’m not the new shiny toy, and C. Mr. Briar does not have a thing for me.” She smirks at me.
“I beg to differ.” A shadow looms over top of us, and a cough alerts us to their presence.
“Hey Beautiful.” Sax says, taking a seat beside me, his two friends taking a seat on either side of Luna.
“You’re back?” I ask curiously. I have seen him around, and he was in maths class today, but it’s the first thing that popped into my damn head.
“Yep,” he says, popping the P, “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, but you need to add a part D.”
“And what’s that?” Luna questions from across the table.
“D. Sax wants to take you on a date.”
“I’m flattered, but I don’t need any more boy drama right now.” He smiles and stands from the table.
“I’m not a boy, baby, there is no drama here.” I shake my head.
“You don’t want me, you want to piss Diesel off before your fight. Let’s not pretend.”
“You’re right, if you ever want to piss him off just holler, and I’m your man.” Him and his friends walk away. Luna shakes her head, and we both head to class. I still haven’t heard from the guys, so I sent a text to Cuy because we have some things we need to sort out.
Me:Meet me at form class at 3:30
As soon as biology is over, I tell Luna I will call her later, I can’t be late to detention. I make sure I run back; I don’t want to get my ass chewed out for not walking fast enough.
Mr. Briar is sitting at his desk when I step through the door. He looks up at me and smiles, at least he isn’t pissed at me anymore.
“Nice to see you’re on time, Miss Jamison.”
“Nice to see you’re not pissed anymore, Mr. Briar.” I say, taking a seat in the front row, no point taking my normal seat in an empty classroom. Mr. Briar gets up from behind his desk and walks a few feet to where I’m seated. Him and Diesel look alike, that natural badass vibe radiates off them.
He sits on the desk next to mine, crossing his legs at the ankles, his hands on each side of his body placed on the desk. His button-up blue shirt is pulled tight across his chest, and it’s no wonder his class was so sought after, he is hot and he knows it. Damn Luna and putting teacher fantasies in my head, it had never crossed my mind until today.
“Please call me Emory, Mr. Briar reminds me too much of my father. Old and past my expiry, I like to think I’m still young and hip.” He chuckles to himself at his own words.
“I’m afraid if you say you’re young and hip, you’re getting old, we wouldn’t ever say that.” His head tilts back, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down from his laughter
“Sorry for giving you detention, but if every girl that likes Diesel chases after him in a mood, eighty percent of the girls in my class would chase him.” I shrug, it is what it is. I have half an hour to kill anyway, now that I have asked Cuy to meet me here.
“I get it, he was pissed because I got three flowers today. Two were very inappropriate Mr … Emory.”
“I can see why other boys would send you flowers, you’re very beautiful, my nephew really doesn’t deserve you.” His hushed tone sends shivers down my spine, the images of me unbuttoning his shirt flash before my eyes. I shake the thought from my head.
“I’m flattered, Emory, but I’m having fun with Diesel. I know it’s all a game, but he is what I need right now.” He takes my hand, and I stand with him.
“We could have fun, ya know, sneaking around. Most girls have a teacher-student fantasy.” Both his hands come to my face, his dark eyes looking down at me.
“This isn’t a good idea.” I whisper.
“You’re dead, get your hands off her.” Emory’s hands drop from my face, the breath I was holding is released, and Cuyler looks about ready to murder Emory. His lip is busted, and his jaw looks swollen.
“Can I go?” I ask Emory, he nods looking back up at Cuyler, smiling. I pick up my laptop bag and walk over to Cuy before he charges the teacher and does something stupid. I have never felt so guilty when Cuy looks at me with disappointment in his eyes. He grabs my arm, a little too hard, and drags me from the room. It's hard to keep up with his pace, until we’re outside in the student parking sitting in his buggy. He keeps shaking his head.
“What the fuck were you thinking? A teacher, his uncle.”
“You’re seriously judging me right now Mr. I have a girlfriend and sends another girl a flower that is delivered by said girlfriend.”
