Page 21 of Cage's Fall

You didn’t tell me you were seventeen.

I sighed. So he thought I was older. Guessed I should have expected that. My fingers dashed to the keyboard.

Didn’t c it as an issue. Sry for not telling u. not like u fucked me anyways. So don't stress u did the right thing.

I guess when it came down to it, he wasn’t the type of man to want to be with a teenager. The bubbles came up automatically.

I never do the right thing. I like you in that school dress.

I smiled.

So does nearly every other male here.

The bubbles popped back up.

Did Jacob not scare them off?

My teeth grinded together.

So you all were in on that stunt he pulled this morning?

“Phones away please.” The teacher cleared his voice, and I hadn’t even realized he was at my side. I sighed putting it away, and looking up at him, only to notice his eyes were on my cleavage.

He then saw thatI noticed he was staring, and he looked away, heading for the front of the class.

It was only now, after scoring the attention of my teacher that I thought, perhaps I would have to replace this dress. Great that meant shopping.

* * *

The bell rang, and the class started to empty.

“Autumn, can I have a word?” The teacher known as Mr H cleared his voice.

Picking up my books. I hovered back, as everyone emptied the room— including Dylan. Who hadn’t said a word to me.

“I just wanted to tell you personally how sorry I am for your loss.” Mr H said, and my hand was on his desk, his hand going over top it.

“Really extremely sorry. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.”

I blinked a few times, and then I wasn’t sure. Was he coming on to me? No. Not possible.

“Um thanks.” I blew out, and went to take my hand away, when he gave it a squeeze.

“You’re a good girl Autumn.” His eyes dropped and I felt immediately uncomfortable.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket and I pulled it out.

“I need to grab this. Um thanks again.” I said, and pulled my hand from his grasp, quickly leaving the room. I made it out into the corridor, my heart beating a mile a minuteas I clenched my buzzing phone.

Finally, I answered it. Couldn’t help but think, what if it hadn’t rung— how the hell would I have gotten out of there?

“Hello?” I blew into the phone, sounding as breathless as I felt.

“I can’t pick you up. Organizing one of the boys to. Just giving you a heads up.”

It was Jacob.

“Okay.” I wasn’t even going to argue. I then hung up. My heart still racing. God what the hell was that with my teacher?

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