CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Evie
I dialed Mindy on my phone, lying on my stomach in bed. The past week had been crazy and I could hardly believe it. I’d been Mr. Phillips’ fuck slut, doing him every which way, letting him do whatever he wanted to me. But it was more than that too. I’d said “I love you” in a moment of passion and although my lover hadn’t said it back, I could tell he felt it.
But Mindy’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Bitch is that you?” she chirped on the other end of the line.
I laughed, my line of thought dissipating like mist on a sunny day.
“Yeah girl, it’s me,” I said. “So sorry I’ve been out of touch. Things have gotten crazy,” I admitted. The thing is they were crazy and complicated on the outside, but I felt totally at peace internally. Things were so good with Mr. Phillips that I felt happy and comfortable. After all, I’d lost my virginity to the most gorgeous, amazing man I knew, and we had a real connection too.
But Mindy didn’t know any of this.
“Where’ve you been?” she chirped again. “Bitch it’s been three days and you know we don’t go three hours without texting.”
I sighed. That was true, Mindy and I were totally addicted to our phones, chattering back and forth all the time.
“I have so much to tell you …” I began, but was cut-off by a yelp on the other side. “Min?” I asked, “you okay?”
A scuffle and some crackling and then my friend came back on the line.
“Yeah, sorry I had to chase Boomer off. You know my little brother and all,” she apologized.
I laughed, I’d known Boomer since he was a baby and now in seventh grade, he was a bunch of trouble. Cute, but a little rat nonetheless.
“No worries, is he gone now?”
“Yeah, I locked him out of my room. So tell me girl, what’s going on with you? Where have you been? I missed you at lunch.”
And I launched into a description of the last few days, telling her everything about my time with Mr. Phillips, how we’d been meeting in the classroom, how I went over to his apartment for dinner.
“Are you serious?” breathed my friend. “He did what with the carrot?”
And I giggled then.
“Yeah, crazy right? I’d washed carrots for our dinner but never thought it’d be that kind of side dish.”
But Mindy was impressed. “Holy fuck, girl! You took carrot up your ass! How’d it feel? Did it hurt? Was it slimy? Oh my god.”
And I giggled again.
“Actually, Stone stretched me out with his fingers first,” I admitted. “He put a digit or two up my backside and scissored them so that helped.”
But Mindy was fascinated.
“Yeah, but how big was the carrot?” she asked. “Was it one of the ones you washed before dinner?”
And I laughed again.
“It was um … maybe seven inches? And no, I don’t think it was one of the ones I washed before. I think Stone put it in his bedside drawer before I got to his apartment as a surprise.”
And Mindy giggled then.
“Oh my god, Evie, you’re calling him Stone now, do you hear yourself? No more “Mr. Phillips” or “yes, sir,” it’s like you’re equals.”
And I smiled to myself because yeah, we were equals in the relationship.
“Well, I still call him “Mr. Phillips” or even “Sir” sometimes,” I giggled into the phone. “He likes it.”
“Oh my god, you’re such a bad, bad girl!” squealed my friend. “Do you realize how wrong this is? You’re a high school girl and he’s our teacher. He’s supposed to be teaching us about cell division and mitosis and meiosis, and instead he’s teaching you about the facts of life up close and personal.”
I just groaned.
“I know, Min, I know, he’s our biology teacher and I’m learning about my body and reproduction,” I said rolling my eyes. “But it’s so much more than that,” I said firmly.
“Whaaa….?” Mindy’s voice dragged out. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I told him I loved him,” I confessed. “I couldn’t help it, it just came out while we were making love.”
“No way!” squealed my friend. “No fucking way! You ho! You’re such a dirty ho!”
I frowned. Why was I a ho for saying “I love you”? That sounded twisted and backwards, exactly the opposite of my intentions. But Mindy clarified.
“Because it’s gonna make him look so bad! When the authorities investigate, you’re going to be painted as the vulnerable young girl who lost her heart to an older man, blurting out “I love you” after a week, you were in way over your head. Mr. Phillips is going to be the wily, conniving predator who got his claws into you, forcing you into a dark place.”
I frowned angrily. There was absolutely nothing true about that statement, in fact it couldn’t be further from reality. Sure, we’d started off illicitly, Stone and I, making love in a locked classroom but there was nothing lopsided about it now. Stone was as much under my spell as I was under his.
I opened my mouth to protest but Mindy was interrupted again.
“Boomer!” my friend shouted. “Boomer, stop pounding on the door! Stop or else I’m gonna tell Mom!”
And I sighed. Reality struck. My friend and I were still high school girls living at home with our parents and siblings and didn’t have much independence. We were watched 24/7 most days, with no income of our own and no way to be free. But before I could say anything, Mindy came back on the line
“Listen, I gotta go,” she apologized. “I’m actually supposed to be babysitting Boomer and he’s up to something bad outside, I gotta go stop him before our mom gets back.”
I sighed again.
“Sure, no problem Min, see you tomorrow,” I said and resigned, put down the receiver.
Boomer and his antics only highlighted what I already knew, what had been swimming around my subconscious. Because no matter how much I believed myself to be an adult, no one would see it the same way. At eighteen, I felt mature, felt like I could handle myself, but the outside world was different. What they saw was a young girl, naïve and inexperienced, who had her virginity taken by a sleazy older guy, someone who had power over me. How to make it right? How would Stone and I overcome these preconceived notions?
The truth was that I had no idea. But Stone and I were a team, and on Monday, I’d be back in Biology. My cheeks heated and my body warmed at the thought of seeing my handsome teacher again. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait to see him in action, his explanations of boring scientific concepts clear and concise, his charisma making even the dullest topic interesting. Plus afterwards? Well, there was always lunch, dinner, or even the air mattress in the locked classroom again. I was so hungry for him, for his body and his mind, that it didn’t matter … I needed Mr. Phillips, badly, as soon as possible.