Page 66 of The Teacher of Nothing
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters. “You should see your face right now. Youarein love.”
I don’t confirm or deny it.
I’ve already said too much.
Willa
The house is quiet when I arrive. I’m not sure what I’d expected, but this wasn’t it. Not complete silence and a dark house.
I’m alone.
Again.
A shot of anger shoots up my spine and makes my head grow hot. If Mom cares so much about my well-being and where I’m at, why isn’t she here now?
She wants to talk about my “behavior” according to her text. As if that statement didn’t come directly from Darren’s mouth. I hate how he’s turned her into a robot.
I should have stayed at Callum’s. At least then, Mom would have something to worry about. My heart clenches at the thought of him.
God.
Tonight was perfect.Hewas perfect.
Like any girl, I imagined my first time with a man and how it would go. In my fantasies, the man was gentle and loving. Callum was more than I could have ever dreamed of. He not only gave me incredible pleasure, but he took care of me every step of the way.
I’ve never felt so wanted or needed by anyone.
For once, I felt like I held power over my life.
I let out a heavy sigh and then make my way to my bedroom. After shedding my clothes, I start the shower and step under thehot spray. I’m not exactly eager to wash Callum off my body, but it’s a cruel reminder of what I had to leave in order to be here.
I’m so sore.
I still can’t believe we had sex.
This whole thing doesn’t even seem real. If you told me a week ago that tonight I would sleep with my statistics teacher, I’d think you were insane. Now, I can’t ever imagine myself being with anyone else.
After an entirely too long shower where I replayed every second in Callum’s bed in my mind, I turn off the shower and grab a towel. I’ve barely wrapped the towel around my body and tied it so it’ll stay on when I get the creepy sensation that I’m not alone.
The hairs on my arms stand on end and my heart ricochets inside my chest.
“Hello?” I call out, voice hoarse. “Anyone here?”
Complete silence.
I swallow down my nerves and walk over to my dresser. Again, I get the unnerving feeling that someone is watching me.
“You’re fucking Park.”
A squeak escapes me as I whirl around to face the voice. Levi is sitting on the floor on the far side of my bed, back against the wall. How long has he been sitting there?
“Get out of my room!” I shriek, clutching onto the towel and pointing at the door. “Now!”
He roams his gaze down my body and then licks his lips. “Don’t be like that, sis.”
Gross. I could vomit. I hate him so much.
“Now, Levi.”
