decide the cum that is covering my cock and the inside of my jockstrap is good enough to use as lube,” Anderson said as he reached over and unlocked the door for me. I missed his warmth as he stepped away, and when he handed me my backpack, I took it with shaky fingers.
“Anderson?” I asked, unsure what the fuck this all meant. He walked across the room to his desk and picked up a piece of paper, and when he held it out to me, I immediately recognized it. It was my test. “What’s this?”
“I swear, I didn’t give you the other so this could happen. But I needed to talk to you, and you wouldn’t answer your fucking phone, Dax. We’ll talk later, because you’re going to reply, right?”
I nodded as I stared at my test. An A. I got a perfect score. Which settled something inside me but also brought about more questions. I looked up and opened my mouth to say something, but Anderson reached out and placed a finger on my lips.
“Later. I honestly do need to talk to you. About several things. Now get to class. I have to change my pants, and you’re already late and I will be if you don’t get out of here soon. I want you, Dax. I can’t seem to change that, and this thing that’s between us, it has me wanting to break all of the rules.”
“Fuck,” I said as I opened his office door and fled. That was something I seemed to do a lot around Anderson Engleson. I left the office and turned right, not really sure where I was going, but I knew that there was absolutely no way I could go to my next class and be able to focus.
I walked to the end of the hall, and when I found a staircase, I pushed through the doorway. I leaned up against the door and stood there, trying to figure out what exactly just happened. Actually, I knew what happened, but what did it mean?
I knew I needed to talk to Ethan about certain things—not all—but he was in class. Shit, class. I glanced at my phone and saw I had exactly five minutes to make it across the courtyard and three buildings over. Even if I ran, it would be ten minutes before I got there.
I dashed down the stairs, and when I pushed through the exterior door, I took off in a sprint toward my government class. I couldn’t skip it. I had a damn test today.
I was out of breath when I made it to Professor Simms’s class. Thankfully, she was easygoing and she would let me in. But I was ten minutes late, and that meant I would be short on time for my test. I quietly opened the door and met her gaze as I entered the lecture hall. She nodded and held out a piece of paper, so I quickly walked to the front to get my own test.
“You’re welcome to leave when you finish. Everything okay, Mr. Phillips?”
“Yes, ma’am. I had to make a stop at the restroom,” I told her, lying through my teeth. I probably should have made a stop at the restroom, but that would have to wait. I went to my seat, and after I pulled out a pen, I looked over the test. Ten short-answer questions and ten multiple choice. Huh. Not what I was expecting, but I’d take it.
I quickly read through the questions, then answered the multiple choice, then followed up with the short-answer questions. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket when I had two questions remaining. A quick glance on the wall clock in the front of the room told me I had only ten minutes remaining. Damn. There were only three of us left, which meant I was pushing my luck.
I answered one question, and as I was about to start the second, Professor Simms called out to us.
“There’s only a few minutes left, gentlemen. Wrap things up.”
Shit. I was so behind. But it was so worth it. My phone vibrated again, and I growled under my breath while I hurriedly answered the last question. I sighed, louder than I should have, and winced when I was glared at by the other two. I handed my paper to Professor Simms, and after I grabbed my bag, I left the lecture hall, pulling my phone out as I went.