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My gaze drags around the room, my eyes begging for someone to help me.
Is anyone going to step in? Where are any of the teachers? Is everyone just going to let Noah manhandle me like this and not say a goddamn word?
"I don't know what you’re talking about," I hiss. "Now get off me."
"I don't think you want to know what I'm capable of when I'm really angry," he answers calmly, the burning in his eyes belying his tone.
It’s only when I catch a glimpse of a familiar caring face that I smirk right in his face.
"And I think that you should get your hand off my neck before Mr. Evans comes over here and does it for you."
Noah’s teeth clench, but he takes a step back, just in time for our Algebra teacher to timidly appear.
"Everything okay over here?" he asks, his gaze bouncing off the both of us in equal measure.
Noah shoots him an annoyed look and stomps off with not so much as a reply, while I stand there shaking in my chucks.
"Everything's fine," I murmur with the fakest of smiles.
“Are you sure?” he questions further, not entirely convinced.
I nod and quickly pass him by, rushing to leave this godforsaken cafeteria, food be damned.
As I pass Noah’s table, I distinctly hear the word “stalker”, Stacy shooting me an ugly glare.
Looks like things are going to get worse before they can get better.
But they have to get better.
Right?
This can’t be how I live the rest of my highschool years. It just can’t be.
I won't let it.
* * *
Unfortunately by nightfall, something comes over me and all thoughts of sweet retribution evaporate from my mind.
After finishing one of my smutty romance books, I feel more restless than usual, unable to fall asleep. All I can think about is the sight of Noah today. In that supply closet. The tension in his jaw, in his shoulders…the sound that came out of him. Had he actually been making her feel good, or was he just getting off because he needed the release? Because he was so bored, he needed something… anything… just to feel alive?
I find my hand trailing down my stomach, inside the band of my underwear.
My eyes close as I begin to imagine it was me bent over that desk. That it was me he’d been pushing his punishing dick inside.
I’d never done this before, fumble around to try and ease the ache in my core.
But then again…I’d never had an ache like this before Noah stepped into my life.
My fingers move through my folds, trying to find the sweet spot. And all the while I imagine it’s Noah’s hands touching me. It’s me causing him to make those sounds. A moan slips from my lips as it starts to feel good—
“Well…what do we have here?” murmurs Noah as my door suddenly flings open.
It’s late at night, everyone else in the house has long since gone to bed.
I squeak and immediately yank my hand out of my underwear. But that only makes it more obvious what I’ve been trying to do.
Noah steps into my room and closes the door behind him. I can see his features outlined in the moonlight streaming through my window.
