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“But Claire,” I pout. “If I give you your phone back. What are you gonna do with all the porn pictures I’ve saved on there?” I tilt my head to the side. “I bet you’d love them. There’s lots of bondage. And every time we have a class with Father Santo, I hurry to find pics and videos of girls in uniform being punished by a priest.” I bite my lip trying not to burst out into a laugh. She is choking on my lies right now. “Do you ever touch yourself to Father Santo? I have lots of pictures of men who look like him in this phone. Just, you know…naked and fucking younger women.”
Her eyes grow bigger than her head as she takes a step back.
“Th-that’s so wrong, Haley.”
“Come on. Father Santo is hot.” Next to me, Katya explodes in a laugh that resonates against the stone walls of the school.
Since I don’t actually have porn on the phone, I google a pornographic picture of a priest and show it to Claire. “Look!”
“You’re a monster!” she cries out as she turns around and runs away.
“Poor girl,” Katya keeps laughing as we make our way to our first class of the day. “You’re really going to traumatize her one day.”
History isn’t really my thing. In fact, it’s my number one nemesis here. The only class I still fail and that stops me from graduating and getting out. I have tried to work my ass off, and yet there’s nothing that helps. I’m almost certain it has to do with Sister Ivy and the fact that she hates me. So I’ve been trying something new. Claire does my homework because she’s so perfect. I love to see the frustrating look on Sister Ivy when she sees how well I’m doing.
Katya and I sit at the back and everyone settles down as Sister Ivy comes in. My mouth drops open. It’s got nothing to do with the usual thirty-ish woman walking in with her black robe cinched at the waist by the white cord with three knots, and a wooden cross hanging in front of her from a long cord. As usual, Sister Ivy wears her waist-length black veil and her white bonnet shows at her hairline.
But who cares about Sister Ivy. What I care about is the man in a suit following her.
My stomach twists as soon as he turns to the class. I’m not the only one because a silence settles in-between the small gasps from all the girls. Once the shock is over, only Katya’s voice breaks the silence.
“Jesus fucking Christ. He’s hot,” she whispers. It’s not quiet enough to be ignored.
“Miss Volkov,” Sister Ivy snaps. “Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain. Sound familiar?”
“Sure does,” Katya says shyly. “My bad.”
My friend is not a troublemaker like me. I’ve been a horrible influence on her, but she was a good girl when she came here and she still is. Everyone assumes she’s not because I hang out with her instead of bullying her like I do to the other good girls. She was sent here by her brothers after her dad died. I’m pretty sure it’s because her family is into some shady shit, and they put her here to protect her, but she won’t talk much about it.
“Mr. Hayes will be taking over your history classes from now on,” Sister Ivy says. “Please, make sure to be kind and obedient. I do not want to hear of any of you causing any trouble.”
Her eyes come to meet mine and Mr. Hayes follows her gaze. My eyes cross dark blue ones and my breath hitches. He’s looking right into my wicked soul, knowing full well I’m the worst trouble he could run into. He’s holding himself casually, his hands in his suit pockets. It’s the same color as his eyes. A midnight blue that could pass as black.
I raise an eyebrow at him before looking at Sister Ivy again. Her lips pinch together before she insists. “I hope you heard me loud and clear, Miss Stewart.”
“I believe no one could ignore the shrill of your voice even if they tried,” I snort.
She smiles at me, like she knows something I don’t. “Mr. Hayes has seen worse than you, than any of you. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to show you what it’s really like to be in trouble if you push him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, you have a class to attend.”
She leaves and our new teacher shuts the door behind her before turning to us. Our eyes cross again, and this time they’re shining with knowledge. The kind that makes me want to know exactly what he could show me.
CHAPTER THREE
HALEY
The next day, I realize something in class. Having the hottest man on earth as our history teacher hasn’t exactly been helping me focus. The way he paces the room, his slacks sliding against his perfectly shaped ass, or how his muscles bulge when his arms move to accompany his words…it’s all captivating. Truly. My favorite thing is when he takes his jacket off, hangs it on the back of his chair and rolls up his sleeves before picking up the chalk. His back muscles and shoulders are prominent as he faces away from us to write whatever boring word on the board.
“Miss Stewart,” he says in his casual voice. “Did you hear that?”
“Huh?” I ask in surprise as I straighten in my seat.
There’s a wave of low chuckles around the room before Hayes raises an eyebrow.
“Can you answer the question I just asked?”
I cross my arms and sit back. Now he’s the one who doesn’t understand.
“Sir,” another girl says nervously. “Haley doesn’t answer questions in class. Every teacher knows that.”
