Page 49 of Revenge At Raleigh High
“It did. Jesus, you’re squirming in your seat like you need a good fucking,Argento. If I’m not responsible for all the fidgeting, then I’m gonna have to find the guy who got under your skin this morning and murder the fuck out him.”
Well, shit. The classroom’s full of other students, all within earshot, and Alex hasn’t muted his volume any. Did anyone else just hear him say that? I can’t tell. If they did, then no one’s stupid enough to turn around and gawp at him. They all know better. My face isreallyon fire now, though. “Oh my god, Alex. Keep it down!”
He's utterly deadpan. “My voice? Or my dick?”
“Yourvoice!” Lord, I must be a frightening shade of purple…
I knew he’dtryto be cool about the fact that Jake pinned me by my throat against a wall. I told him that was what I needed, and I’m so glad he listened. But I also assumed he was going to be moody and surly today. This version of Alex…it almost seems carefree. Happy, as if he’s just decided to stop worrying about all of it. Honestly, I’m too relieved to be offended that he doesn’t seem all that bothered by what happened. Maybe this won’t end up being a big deal after all.
“Good,” he whispers. At least he’s trying to be quieter. “’Cause there’s no way my dick’s gonna behave itself. That thing is well beyond my control. I’m lightheaded twenty-four seven these days. Most of my blood now lives in my cock because of you.”
Fuck me, he’s in areallygood mood. He looks at me intently, stripping me down, focusing on my mouth, and I realize that I want him. Right here, right now, so bad that it almost hurts. And from the pleased smirk on his face, apparently he knows it.
“All right, reprobates,” a voice calls from the front of the class. Mr. French has arrived while I was staring hungrily at Alex. He stands at the front of the class in front of a television that he must have wheeled into the classroom with him. “You’ll be glad to know I am massively behind on all of my paperwork, so I have a treat for you today. You’re going to be watching a documentary about rocketry, kindly made by the mathematicians at NASA, while I sit in the teacher’s lounge and finish up on some admin. It’s very dry and potentially boring, but I’d encourage you to pay close attention. You’re going to be writing a thousand-word essay on the finer details of this documentary’s contents, and I’m expecting some mind-blowing work from you all. Be warned, my friends. Thisisrocket science.”
A chorus of deep groans go up around the class, but Mr. French pointedly ignores every last one of us. All of us except me, that is. He gives me a coolly appraising glance as his eyes sweep over his student’s faces. “I expect you all to behave yourselves. That means no talking, no note passing. And absolutely nofighting.”
Hah.
Does he think I’ll leap up out of my chair the moment he leaves and start throwing punches? If he had any sense he would know I only lash out at others when they’re threatening to penetrate me against my will. We all wait in grim silence as he cues up the documentary on the television screen. A long time ago, I would have been excited by the prospect of an hour in the dark, watching a movie about how rockets are built. Now, I’m more interested in an hour in the dark next to Alessandro Moretti.
Mr. French sets a baby monitor down on his desk, casting a warning glare over his shoulder. “I’d love to think I could trust you all not to act like a bunch of demented, hormone-riddled baboons, but sadly I know better. This thing is the Rolls Royce of baby monitors. I can hear my son fart from fifty paces with this thing, so don’t even think about screwing around. I’ll be back to check on you in half an hour. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy the majesty of physics.Take notes.” He hits play, then turns out the lights as he exits the classroom.
One of the Apollo mission rockets appears on the screen, and Alex’s hand closes around the leg of my desk, pulling it closer to his own. I have to quickly shift my legs in order to shunt my chair over with the desk as the same time.
“What are you playing at, Moretti?” I hiss between my teeth.
“Just getting comfortable.”
He’s sitting at the desk I always claimed for myself, back before he showed up here and stole it. The same desk I dumped my bag on top of the day I met and spoke to him properly for the first time. We’re tucked away in the back corner of the class, where no one can see what we’re up to in the dark. Sure, there are another two people sitting to my left, and there a full row of students in front of us, too, but no one bothered to turn around to see what we were up to as my chair legs scraped the floor just now.
We are, for all intents and purposes, invisible. “Put this over your legs,” Alex commands. He hands me his leather jacket underneath my desk.
“Why?” I take it, doing as he instructed, a little nonplused. It’s freezing outside, but Darhower doesn’t skimp on the energy bill inside the school. The classroom’s perhaps a littletoowarm right now.
“No questions,” Alex replies.
A moment later, I feel his hand sliding up my thigh beneath his jacket and all becomes clear. “Oh my god. Alex, what the hell?”
He drapes his arm around my shoulders, drawing me close to him. “Shhh,Argento. Sit back and enjoy the majesty of physics.”
His fingers work quickly at the button on my jeans. The Apollo rocket on the screen begins its take-off sequences, its boosters roaring loudly out of the television speakers, masking the sound of my fly being unzipped.
He cannot be serious right now. He cannot be about to do what I think he’s going to do. He—
My mind goes blank as his hand slips down below my waistband, inside the thin material of my panties. Oh…oh, holy fuckingshit. I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, holding back a startled breath as Alex’s fingers deftly work their way down between my legs, searching out and finding my clit.
I look over at the guy sitting next to my left: Gareth Foster is staring intently at the screen, tapping a pen against his notepad, completely oblivious to the fact that the girl sitting next to him is getting her pussy stroked.
Alex rests his chin on my shoulder, angling himself so that he’s facing me in his seat. “Relax,Argento. No one cares what we’re up to.”
“Alex, this is… this is…” God, he sweeps his fingers up, flicking them over my clit, and I forget how to fucking speak. It’s one thing fooling around pawing at each other like sex crazed animals up against a brick wall outside Harrison’s Home Hardware, but the streets were deserted then. There hadn’t been a soul in sight. There was no one in the music room, either. Sure, we ran the risk of getting caught, but it was a small risk. There are twenty other people in this room right now. The risk of getting caught is massive.
“Alex…”
Either he doesn’t hear the pleading note in my whispered voice, or just doesn’t heed it. He presses forward, sliding his hand further down inside my jeans, and groans breathlessly when he discovers how wet I am. He presses his lips up against the shell of my ear and mouths a string of words that nearly make me come on the spot.
“I want your pussy on my tongue,Dolcezza.”
