gulped back the shot and did my best not to make a face as it burned my throat. He refilled the glasses. “I have very particular taste.” He said as he drank his shot and I followed suit. I looked around the room, taking in the beautiful dark colors and abstract artwork that lined the walls.
“I like your taste.” I said shyly.
“That’s not what I meant.” He relied with a grin as he refilled the glasses. “I like to be in control.” He explained. “But I will never do anything you don’t want me to do.” He continued and the conversation was making me nervous. He walked around the island and placed his hand on my neck, sliding his fingers down over my chest, stopping just before reaching my breasts. I arched my body towards him and bit my lip with anticipation. His breathing was heavy and I could tell he was struggling with whether or not to go through with this. “I understand.” I replied.
“If you understood you wouldn’t keep biting your lip like that.” He replied, his voice low. He leaned in to kiss me, pushing his body against mine. I backed up against the island, the counter digging into my back. I ran my hands over his chest and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. My fingers shook with nervousness. He captured my hands in his and held them. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with teachers.” I replied tartly.
“That’s not what I meant.” He said, and I knew exactly what he was asking.
“No” I replied shyly, looking into his chest, afraid to make eye contact.
He pushed back from me, his expression shone of horror. Feeling embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Look at me.” He demanded but I could not bring myself to do it. “Look at me.” He growled as he took his fingers and tipped my chin up. His eyes searched mine for a moment and he looked just as upset as I was. “I can’t do this.” He said quietly and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He turned his back to me and I wished I could disappear. The alcohol was warming my body and I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew I could not keep them from falling so I headed towards the door.
“I’ll find my own way home.” I called behind me, trying to hide the shaking in my voice. Mr. Honor followed and grabbed my arm as I reached the door, turning me around to face him. My tears had begun to fall and as he looked at me with sadness, I could not stop them. He stared at me for a moment with pity. I wanted to scream. I pulled my hand from his grip and left, slamming the door behind me. I made my way down the dimly lit staircase. I realized my books where still in his car but I decided to leave them. It was taking all of my strength not to break down and cry. I just wanted to get as far away from here as possible.
Chapter Ten
I pulled out my cell phone and called Becka as I walked down the gravel road back to the main part of town.
“Hey!” she yelled into the receiver. I pulled it back from my ear and turned the volume down.
“Hey! What’s going on?” I asked, shouting back at her. It sounded like she was standing in the middle of a rock concert.
“I’m at the bar with Claire and a couple guys from school. I’m fucking wasted!” she giggled and I could hear people cheer in the background. “You should come! I heard Jeff thinks you’re fucking hot!” I searched my mind, trying to place Jeff but the name did not sound familiar at all.
“Where are you?” I asked but all I could here was laughter and loud music. After a moment, the line went dead. “Fuck” I mumbled to myself. My phone lit up and buzzed in my hand.
“Come get me.” I said as I answered.
“Where are you?” Mr. Honor replied. I pulled the phone back from my ear and read the caller I.D. It said ‘unknown caller’.
“Like you care.” I replied, not trying to hide my anger towards him. I felt completely rejected.
“I just want to make sure you make it home safely.” He replied and I could hear the