CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Evie
I smoothed my skirt, taking a deep breath before walking into the classroom. I was nervous to see Mr. Phillips again, our romance still new, and my stomach did flips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for his warm gaze to land on my curves, make me tingle inside, my cunny growing wet with expectation. So I’d gotten dressed carefully, thinking about his words.
He’d mentioned like he liked curvy, so that morning I’d struggled into a snug bodysuit, the tan material hugging my breasts, my cleavage jutting out like a prow. My Double D’s looked like Double F’s this way, but hey, the big man said big boobs turned him on and I was only too happy to please.
Thoughtfully, I picked out a matching skirt. I didn’t want to look too trampy, so I pulled out a pleated number that hit mid-thigh, sexy but still decent. Hmm, yeah this would work well. I didn’t want shorts or pants because with the bodysuit, all Mr. Phillips would have to do was flip my skirt up, unsnap the buttons under my vagina and drive right in. There were no extra hindrances and my crotch was already slightly damp, the nectar beginning to run.
But now, standing outside the classroom, I just wanted to look normal to the outside world even though my breath was already coming fast. Oh god, just the thought of seeing Stone again turned me on and I could feel a small smile dancing around my lips, my eyes sparkling. Putting an extra sway into my walk, I sashayed in, books clutched to my chest, my gaze immediately darting to the teacher’s desk at the back of the room.
But there was no sign of the big man. Instead an appreciative whistle greeted me.
“Lookin’ good, Evie, lookin’ good,” drawled Chip McCreighton, Spencer Prep’s starting quarterback. Any other girl would have giggled with happiness, ecstatic that the Big Man on Campus was paying attention, an alpha male throwing compliments. But I felt nothing. Chip was overbuilt, like a gorilla from the jungle and I was sure he was using steroids to get that big. Plus, he was hopelessly juvenile next to Mr. Phillips. His acne stood out, violently red on his neck, and the blue letter jacket looked immature and boyish.
“Um, hey,” I said setting down my books on a desk in the back, frowning. Where was Mr. Phillips? He was always in the classroom when I got there, he had another class right before ours. Had he slipped out to use the restroom? Was he catching a break outside somewhere?
But Janice, our TA, waltzed to the front of the room.
“Hey Chip, hey everyone,” she said sultrily, perching on a stool next to the projector. “I’m in charge today, Mr. Phillips had an emergency and asked me to run through the powerpoint with you.”
I frowned. An emergency? Why hadn’t he told me? Oh wait, maybe he didn’t have my phone number so couldn’t call or text. But still, I was disappointed and worried. I cared about what happened to him and this was unexpected, a huge letdown after a weekend of waiting.
So I dragged myself through class, barely able to pay attention. I’d been looking forward to seeing Stone, smiling at him, our little secret in the air between us, even more charged because of all the unsuspecting students milling around. And now to be going through a powerpoint slide by slide, with Janice literally reading the words verbatim, was a huge letdown. My body deflated and I felt lifeless, the energy seeping out of me with every passing minute.
Finally the bell rung and I got up, gathering my stuff. I was just about to swing my bookbag over my shoulder when a shadow loomed.
“Hey Evie,” growled a deep voice. It was Chip again, towering over the desk, twice as wide as he should have been. The dude worked out way too much, he looked more like a bodybuilder than an agile, powerful athlete. But to each his own and I smiled politely.
“Hey Chip,” I replied neutrally. I don’t think we’d ever spoken before, I hadn’t even realized he knew my name until fifty minutes ago, but hey, there are always surprises in life. Besides, I was distracted thinking about Stone and where he was.
“Was wondering if you wanted to grab a burger after school today?” Chip growled, eyes eating me up. It didn’t feel like when Mr. Phillips eyed me. When Stone did it, I immediately heated, feeling wanted, aroused, so turned on that I was ready to rip my clothes off at his word. But when Chip did it, it was just okay. Not terrible but more like stepping into a pool of cool water when you were already cold. Just okay.
I was already shaking my head ready to say no when I caught a glimpse of Mindy gesturing at me from the corner of my eye. She was waving frantically while nodding her head up and down, eyes almost bugging out, mouthing the words “yes, yes.” I frowned again. I didn’t want to spend time with Chip, he was nothing compared to Mr. Phillips. I was already in love and wasn’t going to “cheat” on my lover.
But Mindy’s words rang in my head again.
People will see Stone Phillips as a predator preying on a naïve, young girl.
You told him you were in love with him? Oh my god, you’ll come off as so vulnerable.
So against my better judgment, I nodded reluctantly. If this threw a wrench in things then I’d do it, even if it meant suffering through a tortuous fake date.
“Okay sure,” I said, plastering a smile on my face. It was literally painful, my lips twisted upwards, no sign of a matching twinkle in my eyes. But the lunkhead jock was no good at reading body language. Instead, Chip just laughed, so self-assured, confident he’d already won me over.
“Okay great, meet you at Burgers a Go Go on Main and Street. Seven tonight,” he commanded, throwing me a wink before striding off.
And a feeling of dread overcome me, reluctant to spend even a half hour in Chip McCreighton’s presence. It was the right thing to do, for sure. After all, a ton of people would see me and the jock at Burgers a Go Go, it was a hangout spot for the Spencer Prep crowd. So it was a beard of sorts, a red herring. No one would think that I was into Mr. Phillips, would suspect that we were making love illicitly if I was seen with the hottest guy on campus, literally one that dozens of girls wanted to go out with. In fact there were already a couple girls shooting daggers at me now, so jealous of my alleged good fortune.
But still … where was Stone? Where could he be? What was this so-called emergency? I was worried and missed the alpha male, but there was always Biology again tomorrow.