Page 7 of Tempt Me

Concentrating on the lesson in music class felt impossible. My head was spinning with the possibilities of why those green eyes and dark hair felt so familiar. I mean, I saw him in the graveyard, yes, but he felt familiar, familiar…ugh.

“Fallon? You are spacey today. What’s up?”

I looked over at the only person I could call a friend in my fucked-up life.

Sasha was a sweetheart. She knew more about me than I probably even knew myself, but telling her about that weird day at the cemetery wasn’t an option. I needed the facts before I began gossiping like some teenager. I was twenty years old, not thirteen.

“Hellllo? Earth to Fallon.”

I lowered my saxophone in my hand, not really having used it in the first place. The professor was reviewing reeds and the proper blowing technique. Of course, everyone was giggling like the immature idiots they were.

“What? Sorry. Long day. Did you need something, Sash?”

Sasha sighed and pulled some gum from her purse by the chair.

“I said…” she said with a huff. “Did you see that hot as fuck professor last class? Oh my god, girl, can I get an ‘F’ for fucking yum, please?”

I snorted, fidgeting with my stockings. That man had slid his eyes over every inch of me, and the fact that he forced me to call him ‘professor’ irritated me way more than it should.

Ugh, what a twat hole.

“Meh, he’s all right, I guess,” I said, not meeting her eyes.

Sasha smacked my leg, causing me to jolt. “Are you blind? He is delicious.”

Sasha was boy-crazy. With her looks, I supposed it made sense. No guy would ever turn her down. She had bright magenta hair that fell in ringlet waves well past her knees and a body all these morons would kill to touch. It probably helped that Sasha was down with whatever sex was given. If it was good, she’d take it.

I had to admit that her taste was decent. As infuriatingly annoying as Professor Masters was…he was gorgeous.

“Fine, he’s okay to look at, who cares?” I said in aggravation. “Don’t go fucking the professor, please.”

Sasha laughed her ass off. In fact, she was so loud that we got shushed by the goody-two-shoes in the front row.

“We’re not in high school, love. If given that option, I would hop on that faster than he can ask.”

I guess I didn’t fault her. We were adults. I wasn’t sure how old he was, but did it really matter?

“You do you, Sis. Or I guess you do him.”

She clapped excitedly and twirled her hair in her hands. I knew this was a habit she often did when she was nervous.

“What gives? You know everyone loves you, so it’s not like he will reject you.”

She chewed on her thumbnail, giving me a half smile.

“Actually…,” she said with an expression I couldn’t quite read. She looked almost shy. “He looked like he may be into someone else in class.”

I pondered that. There were plenty of girls and guys alike practically wagging their tongues at him with ‘fuck me eyes,’ but he didn’t give any one of them recognition or reciprocation.

Sasha poked me in the boob.

“Ow, what the fuck was that for?” I whined, rubbing the sore spot her talon left.

“You, dumbass,” she said, doing a facepalm.

I still didn’t understand the boob assault, so I stared at her, waiting for something more to go on.

“Oh my god, Fallon, you are such a blonde!”

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