Maybe I am.
CHAPTER 10
CALEB
The English lesson that followed was fuckingdelightful.
Miss DeQuincy took some of the class, explaining the Montagues and the Capulets’ differences while avoiding my intense gaze. You could have cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. I’d never fucked someone older than me, let alone a student-teacher.
Now it’s all I can think about.
Would she do it, though? It had the potential to destroy her career if they found us out. Initially, I thought it was just me having a crush on her, but that moment in the corridor revealed much more than that. I felt for my bro, Romeo. He couldn’t help who he fell in love with either. Hell, my pops fell for my mom when she was dating his cousin, for fuck’s sake.
“So how does Romeo demand another kiss? I’m reading it here, and I can’t see it,” said Sasha from beside me, peering up at Miss DeQuincy.
My cue.
“He says, ‘give me my sin again’ after Juliet asks if her lips have taken his sin,” I spoke softly, causing the entire class to turn and stare at me in surprise.
Usually, I slept through English, so being awake was a surprise in itself. Miss DeQuincy stared at me in disbelief, blinking rapidly.
“There you are, Sasha, your very own Romeo,” boomed the voice of Mr. Frazer, chuckling to himself from the back of the room.
Fat, hairy hobbit.
Sasha fluttered her eyelashes dramatically as she turned to me, pouting. “Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Frazer.”
I looked away, not wanting to join in her little drama. I swore I wasn’t gonna fuck her anymore—she was becoming a pain in my ass. I felt someone watching me, and I caught Miss DeQuincy look away quickly, but not before I saw the jealousy in her eyes.
Boom.
After class, Gabe elbowed me in the ribs causing me to groan. “What?!”
“What thefuck, man? What happened with JT?”
Thankfuck. I thought Gabe was going to call me out on Miss DeQuincy. I filled him in on JT’s little promise, and his blue eyes darkened.
“He saidwhat?”
“I’m not repeating it. He makes me fucking sick.”
“Mr. Fallon, my office. Now.” Principal Potts commanded from behind me, and I closed my eyes.
This is bullshit.
I turned to see the principal holding open her office door. I walked in and sank into a chair, suddenly exhausted from the day.
“Take a seat,” she said sarcastically, and I sighed.
“Do you want to tell me what happened on the field this morning?” she asked smoothly, her eyes locking onto mine.
I’d considered this, so I went theatrical. It was in my blood; my grandfather was a king of the silver screen, after all.
“Well, JT said he was going to rape my sister.”
Her eyes balked as her mouth dropped open, her fingers gripping the side of the desk as she paled.
“What?” The principal managed, her voice a mere whisper of what it was before.
