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Emersyn
On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, there was a bakery box in my locker. A red ribbon was tied around the top. Inside, a large piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting with a note that said,Something just for you.
Beneath the box was a gift card to Stella’s, a trendy boutique in Riverside where I’d never been able to afford to shop before. I stood there, feeling special. Feeling remembered and cared for.
My mom hadn’t said a word to me this morning. Ethan was too young to realize what day it was half the time unless he had a baseball game. My dad would probably just send a text later.
Drew and Camille said we’d celebrate this weekend, but it was Thursday and we hadn’t made any concrete plans.
But Aiden brought me cake. And clothes, technically.
We’d kissed.
At school.
The memory of our back hallway encounter was fading but the constantly spinning feeling it had induced wasn’t.
His thigh between my legs, his tongue in my mouth. I moaned. He’d pressed his solid length against me and my knees went weak.
“This can’t happen,” he’d said, pulling back, talking more to himself than me. “Not here, not like this.”
But it was happening. It kept happening.
It was all I could think about. Bells rang. Teachers droned on about whatever the hell. Girls made snarky comments about my clothes and Drew told them to piss off.
I didn’t really know what they said for certain because in my mind, all day every day, there was just him.
I spent my morning fantasizing about him—mentally removing my clothes and imagining him taking me on his desk. Kissing me, touching me, fucking me.
Mr. Singleton.
Aiden.
Mine.
He ignored me in class religiously.
He never called on me to answer a question, never asked me to collect or pass out laptops, never even said my name since he no longer needed to call roll for attendance. He knew all of our names by now.
The silver lining was, the less attention he paid to me, the less Drew asked what was going on. Kelsey and her minions seemed to have completely forgotten I existed as well.
I should’ve been relieved. But I was going insane.
What happened in that back stairwell had been like trying cocaine. Well, what I imagined it would be like. Every time I touched my lips I could remember the heated tingling sensation but the high was fading.
I needed another hit.
Today I was eighteen. And I wanted to thank him for my presents.
I remained in my seat when the bell rang.
He stepped out into the hall as the other students filed out. The class emptied, save for me.
When he came back in, he closed the door and regarded me warily.
“What are you doing? Don’t you have class?”
