Page 53 of Becoming His


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“Thanks for the lift, Sam.”

“No problem. See you around, Princess.”

I felt his eyes on me as I got out of the car. The rain had eased off somewhat. I made my way towards school, finally deciding to sneak a glance back to the car, but he had gone. I sighed, pushing the doors open as I met the empty hallway, groaning as I realized how late I was now. I checked my schedule and saw I had a Spanish class, so I darted out the side door and headed towards the language building beside the gym. It was weird walking through school when it was empty, almost eerie. I pulled open the door to the building when I heard muffled noises coming from the janitor closet on the inside, causing me to stop. It was a girl moaning and a guy groaning along with her. I was frozen solid as I tried to move, my feet rooted to the spot. I knew the door would slam if I moved, alerting them to my presence. But then I could hardly sit here listening, could I? I decided to move slowly, trying to make the door close as quietly as I could as the door to the closet suddenly opened, making me jump as the main door slammed shut behind me.

“Miss Aurelle. What time do you call this?” Uttered a deep voice, I realized with horror that my history teacher had been in the closet.

What the fuck?

I stammered as I looked around, trying to think of an excuse. He sighed as he straightened his tie before demanding I go to class. I turned on my heel and strode away as I heard the main door slam, indicating his exit from the building. I stopped, hiding behind a pillar as I kept my eye on the closet. Who the hell had he been in that closet with? Another teacher? A parent? My mind was whirring with possibilities as the door finally opened, the blood rushing in my ears as my jaw dropped.

The long legs that walked out did not belong to a teacher. The freshly glossed lips did not belong to a parent. Instead, the smug smile belonged to a particular cheerleader, who was currently acingallof her tests.

Elena. She hummed as she walked out of the building, as I blinked repeatedly. My heart slammed in my chest as I gaped around me in disbelief.

What the actual fuck is happening right now?!

Elena was having an affair with a teacher.

Twenty-Five

Rendezvous

“What’s up with you? You seem distracted.” Ray eyed me suspiciously. I sipped my caramel latte and shook my head dismissively.

“I’m tired, that’s all.”

She shot me a look that told me she could guesswhyI was tired, and I laughed.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s notallwe do.” I squirmed under her knowing gaze as she nodded.

“Sure, that’s not what all horny teenagers do at the beginning of their relationships.” She snorted.

I sucked on my straw as the double doors to the cafeteria opened, revealing our glorious football team. In particular, one

blue-eyed boy. My heart raced as Bailey walked towards me, a smile playing on his full lips. He stopped at our table, kissed me on the head with his sweaty mouth, and I made a face, despite knowing I would happily lick his face, sweat and all.

“Don’t you shower after practice?”

He sat beside me, stealing a bite of my sandwich as he winked at Ray in acknowledgment. Then, he turned to me, his blue eyes holding me in his gaze as he frowned.

“I prefer showering with you.” He shrugged as he pointed at my sandwich. “You gonna eat that?”

I shook my head and bit back laughter at Ray’s reaction.

“Erm, guys. I don’t want to think of you showering together; I’m trying toeathere.” Suddenly the seat next to Ray was filled by another sweaty football player, Grant Hayes.

“‘Sup, ladies. I need soul food. I’m going to the Burger Shack downtown. Wanna come, Fenton?”

“No, dude. Would you leave her?” He indicated to me, and my face burned as Grant chuckled.

“I’d leave Angelina Jolie for a steak burger right now,” he said as he stood, stretching.

“Go on, bud. I need to shower anyway, apparently.” He cocked his eyebrows at me as I grinned.

“Enjoy,” I said as he jumped up, kissing me.

“You can come with me if you want; there’s plenty of room.”