Page 54 of Becoming His
He winked, and Ray groaned in disgust as I shook my head and watched him walk away, like most girls in the room.
“So I think I might start driving lessons,” I declared as I finished my latte.
“Excellent idea!” Ray said enthusiastically, her eyes bright. We stood, emptying our litter into the trash before walking towards the exit. I was suddenly super tired and guessed I probably needed an early night after all of these late ones with my blue-eyed boy. Ray promised to text me the details of the driving instructor she had used as we headed for gym class. I tossed my bag onto the side, changed into the shorts and vest required, and laced up my trainers. My hair had escaped from its bun, so I loosened it, telling Ray I would catch up with her shortly. I made my way to the mirrors and began to tie it up, wishing I had silky straight hair rather than the thick, coarse hair I was blessed with. Finally, I managed to tame it, albeit only for a short while, before jogging out to meet the others who were already running a lap around the field. My legs protested as I began to run, and I yearned for my bed. My eyelids felt heavy despite the fresh air, and I yawned.
“Getting out of shape now too? He won’t stay with you for long if you get fatter.” Elena hissed as she ran by me effortlessly, her long legs toned and muscly as she shot me a nasty look.
Fuck you, teacher-fucker.
I slowed down, realizing I had something on Elena that could cause her serious damage in the wrong hands. I would need evidence, but I guessed that wasn’t their first rendezvous in the closet. I smiled as I ran, picking up speed as I neared the start of my second lap. I scowled as Elena got praise for being the fastest, as usual. The rest of the class passed in a blur as I began daydreaming, lost in the world of Bailey and me. I noticed some girls staring over my shoulder longingly as I turned to see a couple of guys leaning on the school fence, blatantly watching us. I squinted in the sun and held my hand over my eyes as I saw a familiar leather jacket, and I realized it was Sam White. He must’ve recognized me as he held his hand up, and I sent him a short wave back before turning back.
Why wasn’t he in school?
“Ladies, please refrain from giving those gentlemen anything to look at and do two more laps,” our teacher barked as she eyed them suspiciously.
We all simultaneously groaned as she raised her eyebrows, blasting the whistle in her mouth twice in quick succession. I didn’t mind running, but doing it under the scrutiny of two guys who were purposefully watching us made me uneasy. I tried to avoid looking in their direction, and luckily when I glanced up, they had gone. Class ended, and I changed, wishing I had time for a shower before my final class of the day, history. I gulped when I realized I would have to see Mr. HerbertandElena in the same room, and I felt violently sick. I mean, the girl was seventeen, so not only was she underage, but shewashis student, and he was her teacher— that’s illegal, surely? Of course, I couldn’t prove anything had happened between them either- I know what I heard and what it looked like, and I wasn’tthatnaive to imagine they were locked in a closet role-playing. I shuddered as I replayed the memory in my mind as I pushed the door open to see Mr. Herbert grin at me.
“Ah. Thank you for gracing us with your presence Miss Aurelle. Please, take your seat.” I couldn’t look at him, my skin crawling with the thought of his eyes on me as I strolled quickly towards my seat to hear Elena breezing in behind me as she apologized breathlessly. I slumped in my chair as Mr. Herbert frowned at her.
“This is not acceptable, Miss Simmonds. Please stay behind after class.” He ordered sternly, writing something in his book.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she pouted at her friends, who shot her sympathetic looks.
No way.
“Busted!” Chase called with a playful laugh, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
Hardly.
“I will wait for you after, baby. How long will she be here, Sir?” Chase asked innocently as Mr. Herbert’s eyes met his, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“As long as I want her here, Mr. Dallas. Do I need your consent?”
The air was thick with tension, and I held my breath when Chase frowned at the teacher’s reaction.
“No,” he drawled, raising his eyebrows at Elena, who shrugged.
“Good. Right. Today we will be learning about moments in history that changed the world.” Mr. Herbert tapped at his laptop, and the screen behind him came to life as I stared out the window. Knowing Mr. Herbert was taking advantage of Elena and her slutty ways weighed on me heavily. I disliked the girl, but I always followed the rules and regulations- they were there for a reason.
The rest of the class passed without any further drama, and my body ached in relief when the final bell rang. I tried to avoid eye contact with Elena, who was sitting in her seat, eyes wide and innocent as she played with her pen idly, while Mr. Herbert watched us all leave. I pushed through the door as I groaned, jumping when a hand grabbed mine, tugging me to the wall.
“God, I’ve missed you.” Relief washed over me when my eyes met Bailey’s, and he pulled me close to him.
“You too.”
He peered at me then, a look of concern in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, the softness gone from his voice. I hesitated, and he noticed, dipping his head closer to mine. “Annabelle, what’s wrong?” He repeated as I bit my lip.
“I need to tell you something, but we have to go somewhere quiet.”
He nodded briskly, dragging me into the boy’s bathroom.
“Bailey!” I shrieked as I tried to cover my eyes just in case someone had eaten too many jalapenos and was becoming one with the toilet. He dragged me into a stall and locked the door, his eyes on mine.
“Everyone has gone home. So tell me.” He demanded, his eyes boring into mine. I glanced around the stall with curiosity as he sighed, folding his arms over his chest. “When you have finished admiring the decor here, of course.”
“I was late for class...you had practice...”
