“Evan Stewart,” I whispered as I bent my head to the girl in the seat next tome.
She nodded, “I know.”
I wanted to ask how she knew, but I didn’t get the chance. She didn’t introduce herself and then she flipped her dark brown hair to the side and stood up as the principal’s door flung open. He didn’t even say a word before she started to stride towards him.
“Ms. Johnson. Mr. Stewart in here now.”
Fuck!
His glasses were foggy, and I had a feeling I knew why I was being called in here. I’d been stupid. Out late and partying and ignoring my final exams. The same thing that I did every year. But this year was important. I’d been kicked out of my private school and the only school that would accept me was a public school, I didn’t have any other choices. My mom cringed at my behavior and hit the bottle. The same way that she always did whenever there was a crisis, and lately there’d been one too many.
I didn’t have brains like my sister. No, my only ticket out of my household and to get into college was football. It was what I lived and breathed for at the moment. And nothing was going to get in the way of those dreams. Even my finals.
“Sit down the pair of you,” he demanded as he shut the door behind us and I noticed that as she sat down, she clung on to her bag as if her life depended on it.
She wasn’t much to look at from the front but that ass…my head slanted to the side as I saw her ass perfectly squeezing on to the chair. Damn! I could sit back and watch that all day long.
“Stewart!”
Principal Hopkins reprimanded me as I completely lost focus while I kept thinking about her ass. I was more of a tits and eyes kind of guy, and her blue eyes sent me into a trance as she looked at me for a split second. I need to get more sleep, but with the noise in my house at times it’s impossible, so I stay out late pretending that none of it’s happening but then I’m not a great pretender at the best of times.
“Yes.”
He pointed to the chair, “I thought that I told you to sit down.”
I nodded like a good little choir boy.
“Sure.”
I took a seat as he took a deep breath and then adjusted his glasses, the silence in the room grew thicker. Just like my cock which needed to stop thinking about Ms. Johnson’s ass. Somehow, I managed to keep my face still at that thought. I definitely should get some points for that shit.
He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish in a bowl, and instead of putting us out of our misery, he took off his glasses and then wiped them. I watched as he gently stroked the sides and then as he stared with a menacing air at the lenses. He was at the end of his tether with me, but I didn’t care. I was the quarterback, the star of the team and all I wanted to do was look at her. See if maybe she was thinking the same thing as me, or not?
I think the principal has the wrong job. He would be better as a police officer trying to get someone to confess to a crime. The antique clock chimed above his head. That was the only sound in the room and I hated the fact that he was trying to make us feel as if we were in an interrogation room or something. It didn’t work, anyway, because I was too caught up in making my hard-on go away, which I was failing at badly with the object of my dicks affection so close. I needed to concentrate on something else, even if it was only the clock above his head. Which was nowhere near her ass. Crap! I thought about it, and once again, I shifted in the chair trying to hide my discomfort from them both, and I decided that the only thing that would make it go away would be to think of math problems. But even that wasn’t working.
The principal put on his glasses and then his eyes shifted from me to her and then back to her and then me.
With an irritated sigh, he opened his mouth to speak but said nothing and I looked at her, and she met my gaze. I smiled, and she looked away. I was disappointed when she broke the spell that I created every single time a girl gazed into my glittering green eyes. I found myself even more disappointed when she didn’t return the smile.
Fuck!
When did I become such a dork? Wanting attention from a girl, wasn’t something that I’d ever felt before. Not once. I didn’t have to, they gave it to me before I could even think about it. Ever since I hit puberty, it was almost as if I’d become a magnet. One that attracted the opposite sex in a heartbeat.
“I have a confession to make,” she said, and it caught the principal’s attention and stopped the tense atmosphere which made time stand still and it felt as if, at some point, even the clock had gone mute. I hated coming in here, the threat of being kicked out of another school meant that my only future would be to stay at home. With my drunk mom.
Hell no!
‘Stewart, the rich quarterback love magnet.’ Everyone needed a nickname in high school, and that just happened to be mine. Not, ‘Stewart, the miserable kid with the alcoholic mom and cheating dad, who’d been kicked out of one too many schools.’
I was too popular and had too much cash to be labeled what I was behind closed doors. Everyone only saw what they wanted to see in high school at times; I wondered if it was a blessing or simply a curse.
“Yes, Ms. Johnson go on.”
He wasn’t cleaning his glasses now and his eyes pinned her to her chair with an intense gaze. His eyes were fixed on hers, and then it was as if a lightbulb went off over my head. I wondered, for a single second, if it was her? The girl from the closet! No, surely not, I would remember, right? Then again, I’d been so focused on football and everything else lately, that maybe I just hadn’t noticed that her eyes were very similar to that girl’s. Maybe that was why I couldn’t be sure it was her.
But that girl’s hair had been blond, this girl’s hair was brown. I knew girls liked to dye their hair a lot now, but would she make such a change so quickly? Was it possible? She cleared her throat and that drew my attention back to reality.
Her eyes fluttered as she spoke. “I copied his paper during the math test. I know the reason that we’re here. And I’m the one that should be punished.”
Holy crap!
I understood exactly why we were here now. That math test a couple of days ago, right after that party, when the recruiter from the state university showed up with an offer I couldn’t refuse and had raised my hopes. I’d been too busy floating on air to really care about a stupid test.
“Stewart is it true?”
I opened my mouth, but then Mr. Hopkins answered for me.
“Of course, it`s not true. The idea of someone with a 4.0 GPA copying from someone who has an average of...”
He started flipping through some papers, but I answered for him.
“2.75 average,” I sighed.
He dismissed my response and said, “There`s a digit that shouldn`t be there. The ´seven is a little optimistic, don´t you think?”
“Anyway, I´m the one that copied him,¨ she continued, and it was clear that as much as she was persistent, it was obvious that she was lying. But, why?
“Ms. Johnson are you still going to continue with this lie?”
First, she nodded, and then she shook her head in the negative, then she nodded yes again. Obviously, she wasn’t sure how to answer that one.
“I did it. I own up to it. I´m the one that should be punished,” she stood up, and I knew she was taking the blame, and like a coward, I sat there. I said nothing. It was as if my mouth zipped shut as she shot me a cold stare. A warning gaze as if to dare me to get up.
“The consequences of cheating are high. I will not be taking this lightly,” Mr. Hopkins said with annoyance. He wanted me to confess or to at least put me down, or even better kick me out of the school. The idea of not being able to do either seemed to upset him. To annoy him. I wasn’t the least bit sad for him, but the only thing on my mind was, why?
Ms. Johnson confessed to something that she didn’t do. I didn’t know whether her lie or her ass intrigued me more?
I walked out of Mr. Hopkins office as if the floor was laid with hot coal. I knew that Mr. Hopkins wanted to talk to me. Ask me the million dollar question that made his face grimace with anger; why the hell had I lied. The truth was I didn´t know, there were a thousand other ways to try and get Evan’s attention, this just seemed to be the perfect way to do it.Then again, I wanted him to like me for me, not because of what happened in the closet or because I’d taken the blame for him when he cheated on a test. If I’d told Evan that it was me in the closet, would he want to get to know me for the wrong reasons? In the end, Principal Hopkins gave me detention for two weeks. Light punishment for cheating, but everyone in that room knew that it was a lie. Whatever.It wasn’t like anyone was going to say anything about it. Not when it was my word against Evan’s, but I was counting on the fact that nobody would question us, so the punishment was less irritating than it should have been.“
I felt a little guilty as I went through the rest of my classes for the day. Well, guilty, but also deeply intrigued by that girl.Anita.I had thanked her for doing what she did, but that didn’t feel like enough to me. Besides, I wouldn’t mind sitting close to her even if all I got to do was watch her. Her clothes weren’t a slim fit and didn’t show much skin, unlike a lot of the girls I saw every day, but I was starting to think that underneath those clothes, she had delicious curves just begging to be explored.Fuck, don’t think like that.Pushing the thoughts aside, I headed for detention. Class was over, but I wasn’t in a hurry to go home, and it wasn’t the first time I’d ditched my friends over a girl either, so it didn’t matter to them when I said I was busy. They misunderstood what I meant, and gave me annoying catcalls and wolf whistles behind my back. I ignored them.Stopping outside the door, I knocked, then pushed it open. A teacher was seated at the front, and a few people
I woke up early in the morning. Not because I remembered to set my alarm clock. These days, I didn’t even need to.My parents were arguing, and even with my door closed, the noise was hard to muffle. I groaned and rolled off the bed, and went to take a shower. Not for the first time, I was glad to have my own bathroom. I didn’t have to get out there with them to get ready. I was ready way too soon, and I picked up my stuff. It was too early for school, but I couldn’t stay there anymore.Mom and Dad had moved their argument downstairs. I heard something like glass break and hurried over. I stuck my head into the kitchen, but it was nothing. A glass just fell, and neither of them noticed. Mom was probably the one who threw it. I looked at her, and it took less than a second to realize she was drunk.Mom? Already? My thoughts turned sour and I knew my day was ruined already.I said nothing as I ducked back out, and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, and scoffed, wonderi
“So, what do you like to do in your free time?”I was surprised he was talking to me. Hell, I was surprised he’d driven all this way just to pick me up for school. I’d even wondered if I was dreaming and pinched my arm just outside the door before I jumped in, and I was subtly rubbing the small red mark.“I read,” I said after a minute. My tone sounded normal, but I couldn’t be any further from calm. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I was a better actor than I thought.“What do you read?”“Um,” I frowned, thinking quickly. “I’m in the middle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I’m back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I’ll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read.”“Really?” Evan said, glancing at me, a wide grin on his face. Before I could ask why he was so happy, he told me. “I love Stephen King books. There are some newer ones out,
“I still can’t believe you’re hanging out with that girl,” Abe muttered. “I thought people were kidding, but I saw you.”I rolled my eyes and looked away. We were on the football field even if it was out of season. A habit that never died even during spring and I pretended to be engrossed with the runners doing laps around the track.“Why do you say that like it’s a crime?”He smirked. “It’s just unlike you, and it is all over the school. Girls keep coming up to me and asking me about it like it’s any of my business in the first place.”Abe smacked my shoulder, and I frowned. He was a quarterback on the team, and he was a big guy. He was also one of the guys I regularly hung out with.Mason, the team’s linebacker, grinned as he smacked me on my other shoulder.“Tell the truth; she’s the same girl you’ve been blowing us off for, right? Tell us her name.”“Would you guys shut up,” I grumbled.I knew people were talking about it, and I guess it was big news. It had been a few days, and I
My hands twisted together as I stopped outside of the pharmacy. Even with Hayley by my side, I wasn’t sure I could do this. Hayley, as always, seemed to be able to read my mind.“You have to do it,” she murmured. “Even if you’re scared, it’ll be worse if you wait for your stomach to start showing before you start to make plans. It’s been a month by now, I think. Better to start planning early.”I bit my lip. I was totally afraid of it, but I knew she was right. What would I do if I had to go to school with a giant belly? People might assume Evan was responsible, especially with all the recent rumors flying around about us, and while it was true, I hadn't told him yet. What would he think?“Can we just wait out here for a minute?” I whispered.Hayley pursed her lips, but at my pleading look, gave up with a sigh.“Fine, but we are not turning back,” she warned. “Not after I finally got you to come here. Honestly, I almost thought you were running away from me or something.”I smiled wea
I waited patiently, but the way my foot tapped on the floor said that was a lie. Still, I waited. The last bell of the day, the bell for those that had been given detention, would soon ring and Anita’s time in detention would be over. I’d made sure mine would be the first face she saw as I waited at the door. I’d left my own class early, after the teacher left when she was called to the office. I had to see Anita, see her face. I wasn’t disappointed. When she came out of the door her face scrunched up in the cutest way and her jaw dropped. I have that effect on people, what can I say? Anita was good though, and the shock was quickly replaced with a grin.The difference from when we first met to now was so huge; I unconsciously smiled back.“Hey,” she said, walking over to me. “What are you doing here?”Her curly red hair was in a pony tail on top of her head, soft, glossy curls caught my attention before I glanced down to see those eyes of her smiling up at me.I grinned at her. “Si
“Would you mind if I came over?”My head snapped around to stare at him. I was strapping myself into the seat, and I froze with the seat belt pulled across my body.“What?” I said, stunned.He smiled. “I’m asking if you would invite me over to your house. If your Mom is there, I’ll just walk you over to the door. I still feel like I should apologize and explain things to her, though, if she was really mad at you.”Mom was never really mad, though, just worried. While the neighborhood we lived in wasn’t the best looking of places, and certainly not at night with a lot of the streetlights gone, it was pretty safe. Still, Mom didn’t like me being out late, especially after dark, which was why I didn’t spend a lot of time on afterschool activities. The walk back alone was pretty long, if I had to do detention or even an after-school club, I’d walk and arrive home late.“I guess it’s okay,” I said slowly.I didn’t know what we could do at my house, but maybe I could just talk him into leav