Page 49 of The Teacher of Nothing
Me: Willa Reyes. I think Darren might be hurting her and her stepbrother is shady as shit. I’d feel better if I knew where she was at all times.
Jude: Do I want to know?
Me: Nope. Just track her phone. I have her number if that helps.
Jude: Yeah, man, send it. I’ll be cashing in a favor soon. You owe me. This shit is big.
Me: I’ve got your back.
I know this is all kinds of wrong, but so is everything I’ve done this week with Willa. If I’m going to be wrong, I might as well be really good at it, too.
Now that I have Willa, I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt a hair on her pretty head.
Willa
I’ve been drifting today, head high in the clouds as I keep letting my mind wander to last night. Not the part where Darren burst into my room, nearly scaring the crap out of me.
The other part.
Callum.
I’d gone through a rollercoaster of emotions, up and down and upside down. It wasn’t until he had his mouth on me and assurances rumbling from him that I fully realized something.
He’s completely and utterly lost with me.
It’s far from one-sided.
We’re in this together.
This morning, when I woke up, I was greeted with a sweet text.
I want and need you, sweetheart. Don’t ever forget that.
Even though his words and subsequent spanking helped drive home the fact that we’re good, it really wasn’t until that text that it sank in.
Callum Park likes me. Really, really likes me. And I like him. This thing between us is a powerful storm that keeps spinning ’round and ’round, gaining traction and speed. There’s no stopping it. It just is.
We. Just. Are.
The students I walk past in the hallway all seem so immature. Laughing and joking about dumb stuff. I’ll bet none of them are secretly seeing a man—a teacher—like Callum. None of them lost their minds with pleasure the way I did. I just know it. It’s a vibe I’m getting.
No one gets it but him.
We get each other.
“Not so speedy today, speedy,” Spencer says, coming into step beside me. “You’re walking like a turtle. You okay?”
I’m rudely kicked out of my daydream. I can’t be mad, though, because Spencer is a friend. I have friends now.
“I’m fine,” I say, smiling at him. “Just tired.”
“Same.” He groans and shakes his head. “I had to schmooze last night.”
“Schmooze?”
“My dad announced his running for attorney general.”
I stop to grin at him. “Congrats. Are you excited?”
