Page 7 of Your Only Fan
“We’re discouraged. We’re not forbidden. You’ve heard about all those kids hooking up with their teachers. None of them lost their jobs. And hell, two of them even hooked up with one student and no one batted so much as an eyelid.”
I laugh.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t tap that?” I mumble at the image of the young ginger non-binary student who had charmed his two teachers. “But Ezra would never notice a guy like me, let alone want to date me.”
He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow. “And you know that how exactly?”
“It’s obvious,” I say.
“Ah. It’s obvious. Of course it is.” He sighs. “There’s no harm in trying.”
“Wrong!” I say. “Thereisharm in trying. He doesn’t graduate until next year. If I ask him out, then I’ll have to teach him for another year after embarrassing myself. No way in hell I’m doing that.”
Linc pushes his lips from side to side and then opens his arms with an affectionate smile, inviting me into his embrace.
He’s sweet like that, and one of the reasons he’s my best friend.
I feel movement on my butt, and before I have time to process what the hell is going on and if Linc has decided to try batting for my team, my pocket empties and Linc pulls away with my phone in hand.
“What are you doing?” I shout.
“Getting this over with,” he says and taps my passcode on my phone without a pause.
“Wait. What? What are you talking about?” I ask and launch at him to get my device back before he does some severe damage.
Linc uses one hand to type and the other to keep me at bay, and since I have no other option and I’m desperate, I start slapping his chest and back. As expected, he doesn’t even flinch.
“There. Done,” he says, giving me my phone back.
I look at the screen and almost pass out.
“Hey, I’m your biggest fan, and I’m obsessed with you. Want to meet and hook up?”reads the message to Ezra on the YourFan app.
“What have you done?” I snatch it away and try to delete it, but I can’t because Ezra’s already read it. “Shit. Fuck. Balls.”
“You can get all of those when you hook up. Minus the shit. I hope,” Linc says and winces at the imagery.
“You’re such an idiot. Why would you do that?”
“Because you need to fuck him out of your system and move on with your life,” Linc says and crosses his hand.
I want to bite back at him, but my phone buzzes and, with dread, I look down at the screen.
“Sure. I’ve got a gap tomorrow. I can swing by yours or you can come to mine if you want. Up to you. I know where you live. I’ve sent enough briefs to know the address by heart,”says the message from Ezra.
“No, no, no. You idiot,” I shout and slap Linc again, but my full attention is on my phone.
He wants to meet me.Me.
Yeah, okay, he might only know me as Mr. X Cummings and as CumJunkie on the app, but he wants to meet me.
I want to type that I’ve changed my mind. That I don’t want to meet him. But for some reason, Linc’s words ring in my head.
“Just fuck him out of your system.”
Maybe that’s what I need. To get it over and done with so I can stop obsessing.
“Come to mine,”I reply.
