"You kiss by the book." Charlie said to me after hanging up the phone.
I looked at him funny and he looked back in shock. "You don't know where that's from?" He asked in surprise.
I shook my head and he clicked his tongue in fake disappointment.
"Well?" I said with attitude while he pressed his hand on my thigh. I still sat on his desk and he stood inbetween my legs, being quite touchy. But I didn't mind.
"You read a lot, how can you not know?"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Don't roll your eyes at me." He said with false dominance and I only raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed while brushing a piece of hair out of my face and watched his hand as it brushed through my hair. "It's from Romeo & Juliet." He said.
I gave him a look that asked if he was serious and he glared. I couldn't take the thought then, the hard and mean calculus teacher quoting Shakespear, so I laughed at him.
"It really isn't that funny." He said plainly.
I only laughed more and he leaned into me again, making me semi-sober up. "Wow." I sighed in amusement.
"Shut up." He snapped, and I giggled to myself.
"I can't stand Romeo & Juliet." I said with a shiver and he looked at me in disbelief.
"You what?"
"There's really no reason for me to repeat it." I said dryly.
"What teenage girl doesn't like Romeo & Juliet?"
I stared at him and he nodded. "That't right, you have the mind of a woman." He said, planting a kiss on my neck. "And the body of one too..." He mumbled to himself with his hands crawling up my waist and forcing on me an uncontrolled shiver.
He kissed me and took over my lips, but within minutes the teachers bell rang, indicating any teachers who stayed after needed to go home. I was going to pull away but he only tugged me back. I groaned and pulled his hair, only encouraging him more.
"Charlie," I said when I pulled back and he went back to kissing my neck, giving me a groan in response. "I should leave." I said, about to tell him that he should too when he sucked at a spot and caused me to gasp and release a relaxed moan.
He gripped my thighs and breathed into my neck. "Making sounds like that only makes me want you more, Diana." He said in a threatening tone.
"That wasn't my fault." I breathed out, pushing him back, acting surprisingly calm at how he said he wanted me.
He smirked at me then and it made me flush. "Glad to know I can make you moan." He said lowly.
I rolled my eyes, trying to be very casual with the fact that I was blushing. I hopped off his desk and moved him over so I could stand. He fixed his tie and reached over to take his things. I took my book and made sure it was in my bag, then I looked at him and saw he was looking at me. "What?" I asked.
"Ladies first." He said, holding the door open for me.
I walked out and we parted at the doors. "Bye Charlie." I said, opening the door to my car.
"See you, Diana." He said back, and we both got in our cars, going our seperate ways. I didn't realize how crazy my tutoring was until I sat in my parked car in front of my house.
"Oh my lord." I sighed hopelessly to myself and checked my phone, trying to forget about it but I couldn't. A smile didn't want to leave me when I remembered his face when he called me beautiful, when he told me he wanted me, when he touched my hair and smiled. I felt goosebumps arise and the wrongness of that entire hour was enough to blow me away. My face was still probably red, too.
In my messages I saw Andy texted me and said to call him whenever it was convenient. Connor replied to a text I earlier sent him that asked how he was, and he said he was fine. Mr. Norman texted me and said Erin was in the same condition and he was there with her, and promised to keep me updated.
I went inside and finished my book, my homework, and laid on my bed after showering, thinking about my teacher and remember when he was an asshole. Then remembering how he quoted Romeo & Juliet and laughed to myself quietly.
A slow and painful guilt came to me, and I suddenly felt awful. Andy. He wasn't my boyfriend, and we weren't together... but I felt guilty because of our relationship. It was unofficial, but the feeling of cheat still came to me. Especially since we liked eachother.
I felt so bad all the sudden.
I knew nothing was going to take away the kiss that was caused by me, and I forced myself to accept it and go to sleep. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but when I laid back and closed my eyes, dreams filled me with one and one person only.
...
"What are you doing this weekend?" Connor asked me while walking into the school with Cole trailing behind us.
I looked at him. "I don't know. I mean, I'm going to see Erin, but other than that I think Andy wants to take me out somewhere."
"Doesn't he always..." Connor muttered, earning a punch from Cole.
"No, this is only the second time. And honestly, I'm much more comfortable eating pizza with him at his condo." I said casually and Connor narrowed his annoyed eyes at me.
"I swear that man is trying to buy you." He said.
"Trust me, Connor, he's not."
"Yeah, stop being jealous, Connor." Cole mocked, making Connor frown.
"Diana, he's a millionare. How do you not know if he's sleeping with someone else?"
"It wouldn't matter if he is because it's none of my business and we're not even together."
"So you're saying it doesn't matter if he's sleeping with other people and buying them things while he's doing the same to you?" He asked in shock and disbelief.
I shrugged. "Like I said, it's none of my business."
Connor scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. "What the hell-"
"You're so annoying, shut up." Cole dragged out to Connor while throwing a 'protective' arm around me and walking to his first period, dragging me along with him.
"I'll see you later!" Connor said to Cole and we both walked to our first period together.
"You know what's weird?" Connor asked once we sat down and multiple girls turned to fawn at him.
"Hm." I answered carelessly, turning a page in a new library book.
"It'd be nice if you listened to me." He said flatly and I lifted my eyes from my book and looked at him for a second. "What's weird is Mr. Grant."
Now you have my attention.
"He's suddenly so... not... pissed off all the time. And I'm not sure what it is. I mean, he's not nice, but he's not so bad anymore."
Trust me I know, I kissed him yesterday.
"I haven't really noticed." I shrugged distractedly and the girls in front of me gasped.
"He's even more hot now, I mean... It's a rough kind of hot, y'know?"
Yes.
I ignored them and continued with my book. Having Connor be stuck with an awkward flirting circle with them glared at me when I held back at laugh and I allowed him to get bombarded with personal questions.
That class ended and by the time lunch rolled by I was getting ready to just go home to eat some icecream.
I was getting to my car when I heard a whistle. I looked around and the whistle sounded again, followed by, "Here girl."
I glared at the attractive man who was in his car and he drove up to me. "You're not allowed to-"
"Uh huh, bye." I turned to get into my jeep.
"Diana." Charlie glowered at me and I faced him again, looking at him boredly.
"What?"
"Where are you going?"
"Why is that any of your business?"
He stared at me in frustration. "Is there a reason you're acting so bratty right now?" He said, seeming to try to keep his voice down.
I sighed and leaned against my car, looking to see if anyone was around. "No, I'm sorry, I just really want icecream." I admitted, and saw him soften up to amusement.
"Okay, you get your icecream then."
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Home."
I gave him a sly smile and fluttered my eyelashes playfully. "Do you happen to have icecream?"
He looked at me flatly. "No, I don't."
I nodded at him and he watched me from his car as I buckled myself in. "Follow me." He said to me, making sure if anyone was around no one would hear. I listened and followed him to his apartment and took note of how and where to go to get there, which was very simple because it was on the way to my house, only missing a turn.
When we got there I ran up the stairs behind him and slid into his place. "I love it in here." I admired quietly to myself, seeing the book shelves and the warm cream colored walls. The couch was a large maroon sofa that I collapsed onto as soon as I walked in.
"Huh, really?" He replied in small confusion. "It's small."
I shook my head at the ceiling. "It's perfect. It's not big and empty and lonely." My voice faltered as I went on and my legs hung off the edge of his couch.
"We have thirty minutes, what do you want?" He asked.
"Well I did want Ben & Jerry's, but I'll settle for a peanut butter and jelly."
He went into the kitchen but came back out, swinging his keys around his finger. "What kind of icecream do you want?"
My heart swelled up and I laughed happily. "It's fine, I have some at home." I told him.
"I'm gonna go now so tell me before I leave."
"You trust me here alone?" I sat up and swung my legs in front of me, crossing them while looking up at him mischievioisly.
He raised an eyebrow and leaned hinself against the couch. "And why wouldn't I?"
I shrugged up at him and he pushed off. "So? What do you want?" He asked, now walking to the front door.
"Ben & Jerry's Late Night Snack." I said as he walked out. "Thanks Charlie!" I said as the door shut and I stood up, lounging over to his book shelf, counting the books and reading the titles. Somewhere in the center was Romeo & Juliet, and I couldn't help but chuckle quietly to myself at how sappy he could be. It made me wonder how many other women had seen him sappy, but I quickly dismissed it. That's usually how it went when I thought about Andy and another woman. I didn't get jealous, and that was because I ignored thoughts like those before I could have them sink in.
I ran my fingers across the bookshelf, feeling the spine of each unique book and came to a stop when running into one inparticular. I squinted as if it was hard to read and turned my head, and sure enough it was there, East of Eden.
I smiled and reached for it, taking the gentle book out and flipping through it thoughtfully. It was my all-time-favorite book, yet I didn't own it. I didn't really own any books, unfortunately. I was more of a check-out kind of person.
What was strange about it was how much I loved holding a book in my hands, feeling as if it was mine. But easily, I'd let go when I was finished. Making it no longer sacred in my empty hands, but used. I had them only to give them back. Seeing a shelf filled with books like that one just put me in both awe and jealousy. There were so many.
I leaned against the edge of the couch and flipped through certain parts, recalling my favorites. And the last word that binded the book together... "Timshel!"
I jumped at the sound of the front door slamming shut and in came Charlie with a tub of Ben & Jerry's and a box of pizza.
He eyed me curiously. "What are you doing?" He asked.
I looked back at the book and raised it. "This is my favorite." I simply said.
"Ah, you have it?" He said, walking around into the kitchen and bringing back plates and spoons.
"Actually I don't." I said, putting it back in its place, tracing it with my finger one last time and sitting on the couch beside him. "Wow you're great." I said slowly, admiring the icecream in front of me.
He shrugged and I smiled, taking a bowl of icecream and turning toward him. "Thanks." I said, biting in the cold and creamy icecream.
He sighed, staring at me and moved his thumb to my chin, wiping off the icecream that chilled me lightly. "You should stop thanking me, I'm beginning to get used to it."
I felt a naughty smile come to me when I pushed his hand away and set the food aside. "You should stop touching me, I'm beginning to get used to thinking about it."
He glowered and within seconds I was on my back with him pinning me down. I laughed at his reaction. "Is that what you want?" He asked huskily and I closed my eyes and gave him a nod.
His grip slid from my wrists to my hands and laced them with his own as he began to kiss down my neck. He got in the center of my chest and stopped for a second, "Tell me when to stop." He said as he slowly continued down my belly, lifting my shirt the slightest as he pressed his lips to my skin, lingering just above the button of my jeans. He looked up at me, waiting for me to halt him.
But I didn't want him to stop.
"Diana..."
"Charlie?"
He rolled his eyes and I laughed, "Don't act like you don't like it when I call you that." I said, having him raise himself off and back face-to-face with me, pressing on my hands even more. It felt so good to have his hands in mine.
"You really are beautiful, Diana." He randomly said, repeating my name melodically as he stared down at me.
I blushed under his affectionate stare and he leaned down to kiss me slowly. It felt so romantic, and like we were together for a second. It felt strangely normal, and I kissed him back comfortably.
His phone buzzed loudly and he sighed, pulling off me and making me cold.
He held his phone and furrowed his brows. "We gotta head back." He said.
I sat up and sighed, crossing my ankles. "Right, school." I chuckled quietly.
He looked regretful in his eyes and gave me a sorry look. "I know, we didn't even get to eat..." He went on and I shook my head.
"Don't worry about that." I told him, standing up.
"Hey." He said as I turned to check my phone for the time.
I turned around again and looked at him. "You're always welcome." He told me.
It made me smile, and I stood up, helping him clean things off. "I got it." He told me.
"You bought me icecream, it's the least I could do."
He chuckled at me and I felt my heart vibrate at the rarity in his beautiful small smile. "You didn't even get to eat it."
"Well, I guess you'll keep it for me the next time I come over." I said in a hinting tone. He raised an eyebrow as I walked around to his kitchen.
He came behind me, taking the plates from me and putting them where they went. "When you're free." He said quietly, seductively.
"Tell me when you want me over." I turned to face him.
"Whenever."
I narrowed my eyes in playful frustration. "How about we relocate our tutoring?" I suggested.
"Shouldn't it be me offering?"
I shrugged, taking my bag and lingering at his door. "So?"
He shrugged back.
I rolled my eyes while opening the door, "I'll be over at four!" I said casually, leaving his apartment and racing to my jeep, driving back to the school.
...
"Where've you been?" Cole asked me as I walked through the front doors.
"I went home." I said blandly.
Connor smacked him upside the head. "Told you, dumbass."
"What are you doing tonight?" Connor asked in interest.
"Not sure, but if you want to hangout it's a no, sorry."
"Goddamn, Diana, not afraid to say it how it is." Cole said, having his voice bounce off the lockers as we walked to our one o'clock class.
"Ugh, fuck me." Connor groaned. "I have Mr. Grant." He grumbled quietly.
"Weren't you just talking about how 'cool' he became?" I asked boredly.
"I didn't say cool... And yeah I guess I shouldn't be complaining. It's habit, y'know?"
I nodded. "I completely understand."
He blew me a kiss playfully as he backed up, heading to B-hall.
I waited for the next few classes to fly by and once they did, I was walking into my eigth period teacher's classroom.
He looked up as soon as I did, and gave me a secretive wink. He mentioned the reviews, and handed out more difficult classwork. I stared down at it in confusion, but still finished it. Mr. Joseph came by and greeted me as if we were old friends, and he took some borrowed papers from Mr. Grant. It made me realize I missed tutoring with that old guy. He was so kind, and cool.
I wondered what my grandparents were doing then. If some were alive and if some had grandchildren they loved.
I finished the worksheet and spun my pencil around on my desk and waited until the class ended, which it soon did.
I turned around and looked at Mr. Grant. "Do you know how to get there?" He asked.
"Uh, I'll try to remember."
"I'll just send you directions." He told me, clicking on his computer mouse.
"Alright, see you later." I said quietly, sneaking out of the classroom and to my jeep where I drove home to stand in the door way and figure out what I would do for the next thirty minutes.
I checked myself first, and brushed my teeth although I didn't really eat much throughout the day. I sat in my room and read over my fathers letters again and decided to write one to him. I wanted to send it, and even if he didn't send anything back, even if he was... dead, I'd still believe in him.
I started out with saying how it had been a while. I told him that if he had sent me any letters, I hadn't yet gotten them. I said I missed him and I was graduating soon, and hoped he would be there to watch. I told him I believed in him and he was the man I loved the most, because it was true, and that my brothers had been watching over me more lately. I finished it with telling him how I thought about him everyday, and I loved him.
After signing and folding it together in an envelope, I checked the time and realized I was going to be late since it was already four, and he had already sent me directions.
Quickly, driving to the post office first, and then to Charlie's house, I made it and twisted the knob watching it open.
"I didn't hear you knock." He said, coming out if his room with wet hair, holding a towel and smelling like a man.
"I didn't knock." I said back.
"Rude." He said, brushing past me while buttoning the top of his shirt, then messily drying his hair with his towel.
"The door was unlocked, anyone could have walked in." I said, crossing my arms and leaning against his couch.
He went into the kitchen and came back out through the other end and holding a bowl of icecream for me. "And you're late."
I reached out but he pulled the bowl back. I sagged back onto the couch and looked at him darkly. "There's a price to pay for tardiness, Diana." He said in a deep and teasing tone, setting the bowl on the bar connecting the living room to the kitchen and leaned against me like he often did.
I looked away from his lustful eyes and said nothing until his hand crawled up my leg. "Tell me when to stop." He said again.
I chuckled and shook my head, "You're going to stop anyway."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "What do you want?" He asked.
"Should I be asking you that? Aren't I supposed to pay the price for being late?" I said with a tone dripping sarcasm.
He rolled his eyes and shrugged, turning to grab the icecream and began to eat it casually. I raised a confused eyebrow. "This is your punishment." He stated.
"Huh." I said. "How unfortunate." I said boredly, and I had to admit I was pretty disappointed. I was expecting him to want more from me, but I got nothing. I guess that was the price to pay.
He walked to his desk and sat down on his chair while I read the books on his book shelf in interest. I was so into reading random titles, I didn't notice his eyes on me and when I felt him hook his finger with mine and tug me to him, I stood over him as he sat in his chair.
"Come here, Diana." He said lowly.
But I was already to him. I was standing right there, so what more could I do?
He wanted me to sit on his lap.
I laughed at him. "You're creepy." I told him and he only pulled me closer, making sure I'd straddle him when I did sit down. I'll admit it did turn me on a lot, and when he ran his hand up and down my thigh, I blushed at the incredable contact.
"You're warm." He said back, pressing his hand to my cheek.
I leaned down and locked my lips with his first, having him not yet expect it, and when he caught up that was how we stayed for a while. Just casually kissing on a chair.
He soon let a groan out into my mouth and I clutched his collar tightly, wishing to rip his shirt apart to reveal what lay beneath. I felt myself squirm on top of him, overtaken by my own dominance.
He pulled back at the same time as I did and we rested together our foreheads, breathing into eachother like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hand crawled up my back to stroke my hair and he sucked in a breath. I was beginning to believe it wasn't even real life.
I ran my fingers up his chin to feel the newly grown and faint stubble and saw how it excited him. It was like lightening when he stood up and easily flipped the two of us on the couch, with him over me, looking desperately weak.
I pulled him down and kissed him, but had him look up for air while he felt his hands around my legs, and I pecked down his chin to his neck and he seemed to be more and more bothered by it as I went on.
When he locked his lips down with mine once again I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning and pulling them down one-by-one. He allowed me to slip off his shirt and I did so, pulling back to take in the sight that most girls have dreamt of. His arms and his chest; I just stared in fascination while he took my hand in his and enclosed it over his chest. It just felt so incredably intimate.
We kissed again, quicker and more desperately and I felt him clenching the couch behind me as if he was holding back. I didn't want him to hold back, so I went for my own shirt, stopping him to pull mine off but he stopped me.
"No."
"No?"
"Stop." He said. "Keep your clothes on." He told me sternly, but still hovering over me with my legs around him.
I ignored him and dropped my shirt to the floor on top of his.
He turned away and cursed at me. "Why don't you fucking listen," He snapped.
I pulled his face to mine and he moved hesitantly, only looking me straight in the eyes. "Why are you suddenly acting so prude?" I asked him playfully.
He tried to pull away roughly but I tugged him back to me. "What the hell, Charlie?" I said seriously.
He stared above my head, not looking anywhere near me. "Look at me." I demanded.
"No."
"What's the matter with you?"
"Put your shirt back on."
"Put yours on first."
He sighed and reached for his shirt but I snatched it before he could grab it and stuffed it underneath me.
"Diana!" He shouted in frustration.
"Are you bipolar?" I asked seriously.
He looked at me funny. "What? No, give my shirt back."
"Tell me why you're acting weird."
"I'm not."
"Shut up," I told him, and he ran his hands over his face, seeming to stay calm. Or seeming to try to stay calm.
"Fine." He muttered, climbing off me and heading to his room.
I sighed and was more confused than offended, slipping my shirt back on and taking a book from his shelf. I layed back in the same spot and read for a while and realized he'd been in his room for almost thirty minutes.
I went back and knocked on his door, having him say nothing, so I opened it and he sat on his bed, staring away from me. "What do you want?" He demanded.
"What's wrong?" I sighed out helplessly.
"Go home, Diana." He ordered.
I felt my feelings get hurt, but I shoved it back anyway. "Have a good night." I said as I closed the door to his room and put his book back, leaving the apartment and driving home.
"What the hell did I do?" I asked in confusion. Nothing. I did nothing, he was being all intimate and suddenly he went all prude and shoved me away.
Well I don't have time for this.
I went inside and repeated what I often told myself about quitting being this new person who suddenly became more and more familiar to me. That wasn't a good sign, either.
I checked my phone again and felt bad after hitting the call button, but the guilt vanished when I heard Andy's voice telling me he'd come by and pick me up from home.
"When should I come by?" He asked.
I stopped after slipping off a shoe and slipped it right back on. "As soon as you can."