Chapter 17: Phone

The Hills by the Weeknd was playing in the background, the melody resounding in my head. His hand that rested on my neck glided down over my breast, feeling my hardened nipple. He groaned and his hand was lowering to my lower back where my shirt had ridden up. His fingers touched bare skin and he growled, putting his head in my neck and inhaling deeply. His hand widened on my back, feeling as much skin as possible. “My treasure.” He said, so softly I almost didn't hear it. Somewhere far, far away in my head I thought about a certain flower I once received in my locker but that thought quickly went, my body urges becoming more important. I wanted nothing more than to relieve the tension I felt down there and I ground my opening against his c*ck, feeling it getting harder and harder for me.

He grabbed my other leg, swung it over his other hip so I was flying with my legs open wide for him. I wound my legs around him and locked my feet together. He supported me with his body and I felt his full hard-on against my most sensitive spot. My hand slid to his neck, needing to feel skin. Goosebumps lined his skin where I touched it and he kissed my neck tenderly. I tilted my head to the side, giving him access. My one hand unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and with my other hand I pulled his hair, needing more. I could tell he was holding back his strength, treating me like I was breakable. My nails scratched the skin on the back of his neck and I suddenly felt two sharp needles touching my neck.

I gasped and he pulled back, looking at my face. He had the eyes of a predator and he was looking like he was in pain but couldn't move away. We looked at each other for a while, not saying anything. His eyes were bright and I felt like he was opening up to me, that he would tell all of his secrets right now if I asked. Like he wanted me to ask. His hand travelled up to my face, cupping it and his face inched closer to my face. He looked from my eyes to my lips and a look of contentment showed on his face. I started to close my eyes, pulling his head toward me.

The music suddenly stopped and the girls left the bathroom, finally done with their make-up. ''We have to get back.'' I whispered to him, stopping the moment. I didn't want this moment to be over but I didn't want anybody to start looking for one of us. He looked at me longingly. After a few seconds he nodded and let me go. I unwound my legs and put them on the solid floor again, still feeling very high.

He took my chin in his hand and looked at me for a few seconds. ‘‘Go on a date with me.’’ He said suddenly. ‘‘What?’’ I said back. ‘‘A date, you know. You and me. I'll take you somewhere.’’ He said, no room for discussion. ‘‘But you are my teacher. Not even my teacher. You're the school coordinator. We can't.’’ I responded. Was he for real? “Can't we?” He asked me, a dare in his voice. “No. We can't.” I answered. “Think about it? Please?” He asked again, his fingers caressing the side of my face. I hesitated. I shouldn't do this, this was not a good idea. “Okay. I'll think about it.” I heard myself say. He smiled, his eyes brightening.

He grabbed my hand, opened the toilet door and walked to the bathroom door, checking if the coast was clear. He turned to face me. ‘‘I'll see you in 10 seconds.’’ He grinned and walked to the opposite direction of the classroom. I walked into the classroom and Damon was already there, getting some stuff out a new box he got. I looked at him with a dazed expression, not understanding how he got here so fast. Again. ‘‘See anything you like?’’ Damon said out loud so the whole class could hear. I wanted to flip him off for that but instead I nodded my head no, not trusting my voice and walked to my desk.

Kylee looked at me with narrowed eyes while the rest of the class was still giggling over Mr. Hayes' hilarious comment. Kenna and Rose looked at me and I just ignored them, sitting down instead. Logan was oblivious to my nervousness, his nose buried deep in books about Australia.

What the actual f*ck just happened. Never, ever did I have a moment like that. My brain turned to a sloppy mess, not even comprehending what just happened. My body did all sort of weird things and my nipples were still hard from the encounter. I felt liquid in between my legs and pushed them together, hoping to release some tension that went sky high a minute ago. “Stop fidgeting,” Logan whispered, putting his hand on my leg. I was trying. I really was. ‘‘Logan. Stop distracting Beatrice. Back to work or you're out.’’ Damon said in an angry tone.

I felt a burst of anger and wanted to slap the hand of Logan away. My nerves were taking control of me. “Yeah, sorry. I'm fine.” I said in response, ignoring Damon. Calm down Tris. I looked around the classroom and my eyes fell on the button of Damon's shirt that I had unbuttoned a minute ago. It was still unbuttoned. I swallowed.

I looked behind me, seeing Jane laughing at her phone. I looked at Damon and saw my phone on his desk again, the screen lighting up with upcoming messages. I looked at Damon and he suddenly got an expression full of rage. No. They must've not seen Damon taking my phone and were sending unfiltered messages in the group chat. ‘‘Give me your phone.’’ I whispered to Logan, pinching his arm. Logan looked at me with alarm and annoyance that I pinched him but gave me his phone. I quickly looked over the conversation.

James: Yeah. Last weekend was the best. Let's get really drunk again soon.

Kenna: No, I'm done for the next few weeks.

James: We can also just have a movie night?

Jane: Talking about getting really drunk, remember Tris last year?

Rose: You mean the pool party?

James: I think I still have a picture of that LOL

James: file

I stared at the picture. It was a picture of me in my bikini on a pool table, a bottle of wine in my hand, spilling red wine everywhere. There was a guy next to me in his swim trunks, holding the cue of the pool game. I stuck my tongue out, pretending to lick the cue. Several balls were between my legs and there was a hand on the inside of my leg, pushing it to the side.

Rose: I like this. It shows that Tris is up for a good time and I'm here for it.

Kenna: Wasn't that hand from Tim? Didn't Tris hit him after?

Jane: She did but he still tried to sleep with her. Logan had to beat him up.

Logan: SOS SOS SOS

James: Logan, you can't SOS us unless it's an immediate emergency. A half naked pic of Tris is not an emergency.

Rose: The pic does look like porn. Maybe Logan doesn't like that.

Jane: Who doesn't like porn? I bet Javier would love this pic.

Kenna: Or maybe Mr. Hayes. Wasn't Tris dancing with him last Friday?

Logan: Guys fucking stop talking or I will shoot you.

I looked behind me and saw Jane and Kenna staring in our direction. I mouthed 'phone' and tilted my head in the direction of Damon. Kenna's expression changed into alarm but Jane burst out laughing. ‘‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO WAY!’’ Jane laughed out loud, putting her hand in front of her mouth. The whole class looked at her and Damon slammed his hands on his desk, the BANG shocking the whole class. “NO phones. Get out Jane. You also, Beatrice.” Damon said, looking at Logan's phone in my hand. I heard Kylee laugh behind me. I stared at him. Jane stood up, gathering her things and waited for me. I got my things and walked out with Jane.

When Jane and I stood in the hallway, she burst out laughing and I groaned in embarrassment. “Oh my God! I thought everybody deleted that picture!” I said out loud. “Don't worry Tris, it's honestly not that bad. It's just a picture of you at a party. It's not that you're actually nude.” Jane said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Might as well be. Oh my God, do you think he's seen it?” I responded, more embarrassment flooding me. “Who cares. What's he gonna do? Jerk off to it?” Jane said with a playful face. “Oh my God stop, that's the last thing I want to hear right now.” I said but a laugh was already forming on my face.

“How's Ryan?” I asked Jane after a while. Jane looked down, her smile falling. “Dunno. He's a bit off lately actually. I don't know what's up with him.” She answered. “I'm sure it's nothing. Let's hang out with him soon. We would all like to meet him.” I said to her and she smiled at that and nodded.

Soon the class ended and the students left the classroom. We waited until everybody left, receiving worried looks from Kenna. “I'll wait in the car for you.’’ She said. I nodded and stepped into the classroom with Jane. Kylee stayed behind as well, slowly gathering her stuff. “Don't mind me. Please continue, I'm a bit tired.” She said. Damon looked at her like he wanted to hit her and then turned to us. He gave me my phone back. ‘‘I believe this is yours.’’ I took back my phone and saw it was locked. Maybe he didn't see it.

“Girls. No more phones in class. Next time you'll be in detention.” Damon said. I nodded and quickly turned around, escaping once again. Kenna was waiting in the car for me and she drove me home. I made myself some lasagne, listened to La Fama by Rosalia and The Weeknd and watched some shows on tv. I FaceTimed mom and Brooke. Brooke was over the moon with the news that mom was doing much better and she could go home soon and she soon fell into talk about her pregnancy. Mom got more excited about that and we laughed together for a long time.