Page 47 of Teacher's Pet

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Stop thinking about him.

"Look how sexy you look," Megan grins, hyping me up as she fluffs my hair for the third time.

Dragging my gaze to her, I take in her own outfit.

A sheer white cropped top, her nipples shamelessly visible through the fabric, paired with sleek black pants that hug her legs like they were painted on. With her signature cat-eye liner and deep olive skin glowing under the dim light, she’s the definition of effortless beauty.

"You don’t look bad yourself," I joke, eyeing her up and down. "Is it too late to switch outfits?"

Right on cue, a rhythmic knock hits the door.

Elijah.

"And deprive Elijah of seeing you all dressed up? You’re delusional," Megan smirks.

Before I can protest, the door swings open, and Elijah steps in, one hand dramatically covering his eyes. His outfit, somehow a mix of gaudy and effortlessly stylish, features a flashy striped shirt and bright blue jeans that only he could pull off.

"Not looking," he murmurs. "The last thing I need tonight is unsolicited tits-"

Rolling my eyes, I grab his wrist and yank his hand away from his face.

"No tits here," I laugh.

Elijah finally looks between the two of us, and his jaw damn near drops.

"I beg to fucking differ. Where the hell has this Ana and Megan been?" he exclaims, waving his hands as if presenting us like a damn fashion show.

Megan rolls her eyes, already reaching for her car keys, ignoring him.

Then Elijah squints.

"Since when do you wear lipstick, Meg?"

My stomach clenches.

Locking eyes with Megan, I realize what he’s referring to, the dried blood still settled on her lip.

"Oh, it’s nothing-"

"I made out with her," I cut in, the words tumbling out before I can think twice. "Things got a little rowdy."

Elijah gapes, his mouth hanging open like a broken hinge. Before he can launch into whatever dramatics are brewing in his mind, I grab Megan’s keys and shove both of them toward the door.

"I better get the rundown on what the hell I missed," Elijah demands, still looking wildly between the two of us. "Or I swear, I’ll force you both to sit through the shittiest low-budget, raunchy rom-com next movie night."

I groan, already regretting my choice to overshare.

Good lord.

Maybe some things are worse than the truth.

"So remind me again why we’re going to this piece of shit’s party?" Elijah drawls from the backseat. "Sounds like you’re getting off well enough with Megan-"

"I wasn’t getting off to her," I snap, shooting him a glare. "And for the record, the only reason I’m going to this party is to break off whatever the hell Walker thinks we have going on-"

"Ana was using him to make some guy jealous," Megan cuts in casually.

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