Page 56 of Bad Kind of Love

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Becca

I didn’t want to go home.

I didn’t want to lie in bed and overthink what had just happened.

After work, Wes offered to come over and be with me tonight, but I needed some time alone. As much as I loved being with him, I had something else in mind.

As my car came to a stop, I made sure to park in the back of the school so no one would notice me. Stepping out of the car and into the cold of the night, I tiptoed over to the window that looked into the pool.

With Josie being on the swim team, she often told me that the window by the pool was broken and never latched. We tested the theory a couple years ago, and to this day, it still wasn’t fixed.

Using my phone’s flashlight to guide me, I gently grasped the bottom of the window and slowly pulled up. Once it was lifted, I managed to squeeze through and drop down onto the floor. Landing on my feet, I peer around the pool and saunter over to the edge.

It was dark inside, but the glowing of the blueish lights inside the pool seemed to be just enough for me to see. It was eerily quiet inside, and the water was at a standstill. The feeling to jump inside and create a mess of waves was immense.

Kicking off my shoes, I unroll my socks off my feet and dip a toe into the water. It wasn’t too cold or too warm, just the perfect temperature. Lifting my shirt over my head, I tossed it beside my shoes and began dragging my work skirt down my legs. Left only in my bra and underwear, I throw myself into the water.

Sinking to the bottom, I keep my eyes closed and let the water pull me down. I sank for what felt like an eternity, and the minute my feet touched the bottom, I pushed and swam up, breaking the surface.

Brushing the hair out of my eyes, I leaned my head back and stared up into the pitch black ceiling. The silence was relaxing. There were no worries, no problems as I floated across the water.

Right now, everything was forgotten about. My mom, dad, aunt Claire, Wes, Josie, and even Mr. Fitz. And for once, it was only me I had to think about. After a while, my eyes fluttered closed as I continued to float.

“You know, trespassing on school property can get you into serious trouble.” A gruff voice echoed through the pool.

Shit.

Dropping my legs, I quickly glance around to find Mr. Fitz standing near the edge of the pool with his arms stuffed in his pockets. Seeing him wasn’t exactly relieving, but I was glad it wasn’t another teacher.

As I bobbed in the water, I took in his dark jeans and leather jacket that hugged his shoulders and arms.

He looked too sinful to be a teacher.

My eyes then began to scale up his torso, finding his long hair tied back messily, but the second my eyes connected with his, I knew I was fucked.

Dark and dingy, they were filled with anger and irritation. But something else lingered in their depths, something that sparked intrigue and perhaps rebellion inside of me.

“Only if I get caught.” I throw back, causing his lips to twitch. “You gonna tell on me, teach?” I wade through the pool but make sure to keep my gaze locked on his.

“What are you doing here?” He asks in annoyance, but follows my every move.

“I could ask you the same thing.” My voice sounds strong and sure but my shaky hands say otherwise. His presence alone sets my nerves to sky high, but this time it was different.

We were alone.

An empty school with no witnesses, it was the perfect scenario for someone who didn’t want to get caught doing something bad.

And Mr. Fitz had bad written all over him.

“I was working.” He huffed, as I swam closer to him.

“This late?” I raised a brow, but his face soon contorted in anger. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, he curled his finger in a “come here” motion.

But I was tired of bossiness, and his need to control our every interaction.

“Get out of the pool, O’Connor.” He demands. Glaring up into his hooded eyes, I purposely begin floating backwards. My chest breaching the surface, not caring that I was exposing myself to him.

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