Page 10 of Our Cracked Pieces
The look Vanessa gave me was scathing. “Well, of course, I would,” she admitted. “Girls are constantly trying to steal my boyfriend.”
“And you think I appreciate guys trying to steal my girlfriend?”
Rolling her eyes again, she huffed, “Oh, please. All these high school boys know they can’t compete with you.”
I wasn’t buying it.
“Watch yourfriendliness,Vanessa,” I warned, realizing that I wasn’t completely trusting her about face this past week.
There was a flash in her eyes, but it was gone immediately. And when her hand reached down to palm my dick, I knew she was trying to manipulate me, but my dick didn’t care.
“I think you’re overreacting,” she returned. “But I know a way to calm you down.”
“We need to get to class soon,” I reminded her, my dick getting pissed at my brain.
Her hand massaging my rising dick-in front of whoever-she lifted on her tiptoes. “I can get you off in under five minutes, and you know it.”
Okay.
Before you judge, let me make one thing absolutely clear; I had mad stamina. I was eighteen, for fuck’s sake. But Vanessa knew what she was doing. And we’ve been sleeping together for so long, there wasn’t anything she didn’t know about my body and how to make me cum.
“Are you going to swallow me?”
Her hand deserting my dick, her arms came around my neck, and I had to reach down and scoop her up because she was so much shorter than me. “I have a better idea,” she teased in my ear.
“Goddamn it, Vanessa,” I groaned. “We can’t do that here.”
Her head nuzzled my neck, and she went for the sex kitten vibe. “But my ass misses what you can do to it, Lor,” she cooed. “Don’t you want it?”
“If that’s what you want, then we’re skipping,” I growled, my dick primed and ready for her bullshit. “Either suck my dick, and we can go back to class, or we skip the rest of the day, so I can fuck that sweet ass of yours.”
She laughed, and I hated my weakness. “I’ll meet you by your car.”
I put her down. “Five minutes.”
Vanessa winked at me. “Five minutes.”
I watched her walk towards the girls’ restroom and wondered if it was worth it. While I had no problem ditching, I knew Mr. Hostettler was going to light me up tomorrow.
But my dick just really didn’t care.
Chapter 7
Rowan~
“Ms. Rowan Lewis, please report to Ms. Toller’s office. Ms. Rowan Lewis, please report to Ms. Toller’s office.”
Once the sounds of the intercom disconnecting sounded, Mr. Downey, my biology teacher, peered at me over his glasses. “Okay, Ms. Lewis,” he said. “You’re excused to go see what Ms. Toller wants with you.”
I gathered my stuff, shoved them in my bag, and made my way out of class. After depositing all my stuff in my locker, I had made my way to the counseling offices. I had no idea why Ms. Toller needed to speak to me, but I couldn’t ignore her summons. As a student counselor, she had more authority than most the teachers here. Ms. Toller answered to only the principal and vice principal.
When I finally made it to her office, I knocked on the door, and was quickly instructed to go in. Opening the door, I walked in and found that Ms. Toller wasn’t alone, and my entire body threatened to crumble into a heap of refusal. Officer Simon Connors was in the office with her, and it was all I could do not to vomit everywhere.
“Shut the door, Rowan,” Ms. Toller instructed. “Shut the door, then have a seat, dear.” I did as I was told, refusing to look at Officer Connors.
When I took my seat, I asked her, “What’s this about, Ms. Toller?”
“Officer Connors just wanted to talk to you about something.” I could feel all the blood drain from my face, and Ms. Toller must have noticed it because she quickly added, “You’re not in trouble, Rowan.” She smiled kindly
