Page 59 of A Scandal in Homeroom
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I should be getting answers; instead, I was losing her trust.
Her expression changed then. I could see it. She was calculating something in her head, and I knew I was going to come out the worse for it.
“Fine. You’re right,” she said. Only now she pushed into my space. “You caught me red-handed. I like toys, Locke. I like to play with them, work them up, make them a little crazy. Is that how you’re feeling right now? Not sure if you want to hurt me or fuck me? I showed you my tits last time, what else do you want to see? My pussy, my ass? Is that want you want?”
My nostrils flared, because, even though I knew she was using these words to punish me, I was still affected. She didn’t stop.
“Maybe this whole time you actually thought I was going to get down on my knees, suck on your precious cock and make all your fantasies about me come true. But of course, that’s what I wanted you to think.”
“Why?” I asked tightly. “Why are you doing this?”
“To show you. This is who I am. I’m a fuck tease.”
I shook my head. This wasn’t right. I had to remember she was a very good liar.
“You are just a little too observant,” she offered, her head tilted to the side, her lips forming a pout. “I needed to make sure you didn’t get too close and what better way to do that, then to make sure all the blood in your head was constantly in your dick?”
This made sense. This was logical. She had secrets, she was afraid I would find out what they were, so she distracted me using her greatest weapon. Her sexuality. Utterly logical.
Except I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to think that everything that had happened between us had been that calculated.
“You know who is behind the List, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Is it Coyle?”
She smiled.
“Are you in over your head?”
Another smile.
“Run along, Locke. I’ve grown tired of playing with you. You’re nothing but a bore to me now.”
I shook my head.She lies. She’s a practiced and skilled liar.Except why would she lie about being exactly what I suspected her of being?
It hurt. It hurt profoundly.
“Fuck you, Irene.”
Something flared in her eyes, but then it was gone. “Wouldn’t you like to?”
“Fuck tease. I knew it,” I said, utterly deflated. “Keep your notebook. You can tell your foster dad I found your notes to be subpar and unhelpful.”
I turned my back to her and made my way down the steps of her porch. When I hit the sidewalk, I started running. Running as fast as I could until I couldn’t think any more about anything.
* * *
Sunday Morning
Reen
I was leavingthe house to go pick up milk at the store. We’d run out, and, while I didn’t drink it or the coffee they put it in, I was doing everything I could to make myself useful to the Sumners.
Sure, I’d be happy to walk the two miles to the Acme to get milk. Anything to make you not kick me to the curb.
Besides, I needed the air. I’d spent the entire night crying over that stupid, ridiculous, British-sounding ASS! My eyes were swollen, my head throbbed. There was absolutely no reason he should have gotten to me like that, except he did.
