Page 14 of Hot For Teacher
“Not going to lecture you, dweeb. I love you. And, even if things got weird for a while, I love Blair. Them getting married...you know why it pissed me off, right?”
“No, I mean I figured we both, like, thought she used us.”
“Oh, totally not. Blair was a mess after her stepdad died. Dad, I mean if you were asking me, he wanted someone to act as mom after we lost mom. I don’t blame him for that. I blamed him for being wicked blind to how you two felt about each other. I mean, like, the sexual tension was thick hell in that house. Not between the newlyweds, either.”
“When did you...I mean, when did you figure it out?”
Blair has been living with me for almost four months now. We have considered ourselves together since the first time we fooled around. We have talked over how to tell people, mostly Bobbi, about us being together. Blair wanted to go to her the very next day, but I wanted to keep it to ourselves for just a little while.
There was enough judgment of her getting married right after high school, to a man old enough to be her father. Wherever they went, people talked about her, stared at her, belittled her behind her back. I won’t have her go through that again once people find out about us.
“When did I know? That you were hardcore nailing our stepmom? Before you even did it, broski. That day we hit the arcade, you two were fucking each other with your eyes, I just knew I totally walked in on it.”
“Shut up,” I hiss at her, flushing as I can’t hold back a guilty grin. “We don’t want people to think....I mean they think badly of her for that shit with dad.”
“Oh, you mean, like, her taking his last name and all? Totally makes sense she would start boinking her stepson.”
Glaring at her, I toss the last bite of my food at her, laughing when it hits her between the eyes. Making a disgusted sound, she makes as if she will throw her ice at me. I know better. The ice is her favorite part of a fountain drink. Tipping the cup up, she empties a bunch in her mouth and crushes the Styrofoam cup.
“Do not talk to her about it that way, B, please,” I urge, leaning forward to grasp her hand after she shoots the cup into a nearby trash can. Bobbi blinks at me, the smirk sliding from her face as she sits forward too.
“I won’t, Bren. I was just joshing. I know you were miserable that they got married. She ever tell you what it was about? Were they...I mean, did they have some grand romance we never saw?”
“No, thank God. I might feel guilty about us. Newsflash, I don’t feel guilty about us. B, she wants to talk to you. Said she misses you.”
Bobbi sighs, nodding a little as a look of guilt passes over her face. They were close once, even before I started to grow close to Blair. My sister knew just how I felt for Blair, how crushed I was after she turned me down for prom. It was Bobbi who pushed me to ask.
That summer before senior prom, Blair and I had been together nearly every day. We went to the movies, hung out at the mall, and hit Skateland. Heck, I even took her to the drive-in a few weekends. I had never taken anyone but my sister there for my favorite movies.
Blair was popular, a freaking varsity cheerleader, and I never thought she might see me the way I saw her. That summer though, it was perfect. We were perfect together. Once school started, I lost my nerve to pursue things between us. I was such a dork for doing nothing when it was clear she totally felt the same way.
“Why don’t we hit Heart Harbor this weekend? We can go to the shore, go to the drive in, have a good time like we used to.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we totally should. We haven’t been to the drive in…”
“Since they got married. I know, bro. Is like…I mean they are totally divorced right? I mean, if he left, he left, I totally get it. I mean, you ain’t sleeping with a married woman, right?”
“As far as she knows, yes. Signed the papers months ago. It wouldn’t matter to me, you know? If they were married. Bobbi…she belongs with me. I might have screwed it up a few years ago…I know better now. I know what life is like without her. And now I know how good it can be with her. This thing with us, it’s not me getting back at dad for something, or sealing the deal with the hot cheerleader. I always wanted her, B. And I always will.”
Bobbi looks at me for a long moment. My sister has this way of reading people, me especially. She can get people to spill their guts or swear their loyalty to her with little effort. There is just something about her people trust, something that makes people want her in their life and in their corner.
This is the first time in my life I don’t care if she is in my corner.
“I know, Bren. I know how you feel about her. I don’t think I got it before I met Bishop. How someone could just…they could just totally be it for you. Your everything, fuck everything and everyone else. And that is what both of you should think. Fuck everyone else, Brenden. No one else but the two of you matter.”
Nodding, I reach over the tray our food sits on, stealing what’s left of her fries. We talk about the coming weekend, making plans for a radical weekend at the beach. It was something we used to do all the time. I loved spending time at the beach, yet I always felt left out just a little.
Because I always wanted to be there with Blair, the two of us swimming together, lying on the warm sand, hitting the pier or my favorite drive-in. Now I will get to have all of that. I won’t have to hide that we are together over in Heart Harbor. Not that I want to hide us here in Pine Grove.
I would hide in the shadows of the projection room or the safety of our place if I had to. Anything it took to be with the woman I love.
Chapter Eight
Blair
Being with people who get you is the absolute most.
Sitting with my best friend beside me, both of us jamming out to the Go’ Go’s as we soar down the road reminds me of being a teenager. With Brenden on my other side, his hand on my thigh and a grin on his face, I swear life could not be better.
