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“Well then, Miss Marsh. If you want to take a seat, we can get started.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, slipping past him and walking through the room. Her eyes move over the desks, pausing when she spots the only empty seat beside me. Leaning back in my chair, I stretch my arm over the back of what will be hers.
She hesitates for a long moment, but a cough from the desk up front has her snapping out of it and taking the last few steps towards me. She swats my hand away, pulling the chair as far away from me as she can manage, without drawing more attention to herself.
As soon as she plonks her arse down, I grab one of the metal legs and drag her flush to my side. Her body tenses, but she ignores me.
“You not going to say hello?” I ask her, tugging at a strand of her hair. She snaps her eyes to mine, narrowing them before slapping my hand away.
“Hello,” she says in a sickly-sweet voice. “I would say it’s nice to see you, but we both know I’d be lying.”
I chuckle, leaning into her. “That’s not very nice.”
“You’re not very nice,” she quips, flicking her textbook open and turning away from me again. Mr. James starts the lesson, but I don’t pay him any attention.
“I seem to recall you finding me very nice when I had my head between your legs, feasting on your pretty little cunt.” Her cheeks flush, a bright red forming across them both. She lowers her gaze to the table, refusing to look up. “In fact, I’m pretty sure your exact words were, ‘fuck, yes, more.’ Are you trying to say it wasn’t very nice of me when I gave you what you wanted?”
Her hand tightens on the page it’s holding, ripping the paper while her breath hitches.
“Yes, and I seem to recall you sneaking out like a thief in the night while I was laid naked in bed. And if I remember correctly, your exact words were ‘thanks for a good fuck.’ So, again, you’re not very nice.”
“Maybe you’re right,” I tell her, moving away and leaning against the back of my chair before crossing my arms over my chest with a smirk on my face. “But I don’t think you want me to be nice anyway. I’d hazard a guess that you much prefer the not-nice version of me.”
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before she answers. I can’t help but watch the way her tits rise and fall as she does. “Think what you want, Teddy. I couldn’t care less.”
She’s lying. It’s obvious when her nose twitches slightly. I’m sure to most it wouldn’t be noticeable but having known her for her whole life, there isn’t a thing about this girl I don’t notice.
“I think you care, Casper,” I tell her, leaning towards her again. I press my forehead against her, bringing our lips together. I don’t kiss her, though, just let my lips rest on hers. “I think you care far more than you want me knowing.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong. I stopped giving any kind of shit about you a long time ago, Teddy. Around the time you threw me away and discarded me as though I was nothing.”
She pulls away from me, and I don’t miss the disdain in her expression as she watches me for a beat before turning her attention to Mr. James. I’ll let her have her moment, for now.
When the bell finally rings, calling an end to the lesson, Fallon jumps out of her seat and shoves her belongings into her bag without a care. She rushes to the door, but before she can step over the threshold into the hall, I call out to her.
“Casper.” She freezes, her back straightening. While every other head in the room turns to face me, she keeps hers forward. “Be a good girl and follow the rules, baby.”
I can’t believe that stupid man. Whispers continue to follow me all morning, the chatter about Theodore and me is incessant in the halls. Most wondering what the hell we are to each other. I’d gladly tell them everything if I thought it would shut them up, but I just know it would give them even more to talk about.
Betty eyes me periodically, but I answer none of the unasked questions written all over her face. That would mean discussing Theodore, and right now, the last thing I want to do is utter that man’s name aloud. It’s enough that my body is still worked up and my underwear soaked from the way he spoke to me in class.
I try to focus on the lesson, but my gaze falls to the window beside me, my eyes following a drop of rain as it slides down the glass. It hasn’t stopped raining since I arrived at Eyam on Saturday afternoon. Four days of constant misery.
I may be talking about the weather, but I’d be remiss to admit that it doesn’t also reflect my current mood. I’m not a happy-go-lucky girl at the best of times, but something about the place has me wanting to fall into a deep sleep and not wake until the rain stops and the sun shines again.
“Dude,” Betty whispers, poking me with her pencil. “Mrs. Whittaker keeps looking over here. Can you at least pretend to do some work?”
Pulling my gaze away from the window, I glance to the front desk where the elderly teacher sits, staring at me through narrowed eyes. Maybe if she bothered to actually teach us something instead of having us read through passages relating to economics, then she’d find my attention span to be higher.
Though, maybe not.
Economics isn’t something I’m remotely interested in, but it’s a requirement if I want to graduate at the end of my time here.
“What’s going on with you today?” Betty asks when Mrs. Whittaker steps out of the room for a moment. “You’ve been super on edge and uptight since you sat down.”
“Nothing, just English sucked the life out of me,” I tell her, ignoring the vibrating phone in my pocket.
“So, it’s nothing to do with Theodore, then?” she asks, staring at me with an amused expression on her face.
