I kept waiting for him to come home so that I could talk about us. I wanted to know why he made a move on me after all these years. It was almost 11 pm and still he was a no show. Was he avoiding me on purpose or was I that bad? My thoughts were killing me but I built some courage and sent out a simple text.
'Where are you?'
Should I Call? No way. He would think I was some desperate chick. I waited and waited before finally giving up. I decided to call it a night and went to bed with mixed emotions. I didn't want to jump to conclusions. I mean, there must have been some kind of emergency, for him to leave me like that. I convinced myself and fell asleep, thinking about one huge achievement of tonight apart from sleeping with Nate.
I was not a virgin anymore!
The next morning, I woke up around noon, still feeling a bit sore down there. The memories of last night came flooding to my brain and I sat up with a jerk. Nate. I quickly got out of my bed and checked my reflection in the mirror before making my way towards the living room which was empty. Did he even come home last night? I slowly opened the door to his room and peeped inside his to find him sleeping soundly. I sighed in relief and decided to talk to him once he was awake. After taking a nice hot shower, I entered the kitchen to make some coffee and french toast.
"Hey," I heard his deep voice from behind, making me jump. I held my heart and turned around slowly to find him rubbing his eyes. His hair was sticking in all directions, making him look so damn cute.
"Where were you last night?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and folded my arms in front of my chest.
"I was out, meeting some of my friends," he shrugged, grabbing a cup of coffee that I made.
"You could have texted me. I was worried sick," I mumbled while he remained silent. He was acting as if nothing happened yesterday but I wasn't going to give up, "So about yesterday.."
"Becca, I know. It shouldn't have happened."
I'm sorry, what?
"Huh?" he had a confused look on his face. Fuck, I spoke out loud. My mind was racing. What the fuck did he mean by 'It shouldn't have happened' Well, it happened, you jerk! I wanted to scream and hit him but took a deep breath.
"Yeah, it shouldn't have happened like you said," I blurted out so that he wouldn't think I was some clingy desperate weirdo.
"Oh thank god. I was worried it would ruin our friendship. We both got carried away," he held my shoulders, trying to read my face. I could feel my eyelids brim with tears and quickly turned around before he could see it.
"Yeah, it was a stupid mistake," I cleared my throat and tried so hard not to break down even though my heart was breaking into a million pieces with every passing second.
"Yeah, what was I even thinking, man. I wasn't getting any action for a long time. That must be the reason," he let out a small chuckle, making my eyes go wide. I felt this burning rage build up inside me which made me want to kill him.
"Yeah, let's just forget about it." I gave him a small smile and placed a plate of toast in front of him while he held my hand, stopping me.
"Hey, we are okay right?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes with a concerned look on his face, "I know we both didn't want it to happen but I just got turned on and I hate the fact that we crossed the line,"
"Don't worry. We are fine, dude," I shrugged, stressing on the word 'dude and pulled my hand from his grip, patting his shoulder. I rushed to my room and closed the door, pacing around, taking deep breaths. Oh god, what the fuck just happened? Fuck, fuck, fuck!
No, I wasn't going to cry. Not over that asshole.
He thought he could fuck me just because he got horny and expect everything to be alright? I brushed away my tears angrily and broke down not able to hold it in anymore. I wasn't strong enough for this.
How could I be so stupid?
Did I not make any difference, even physically? It felt like someone ripped my heart and stomped on it, leaving it to bleed. I was angry at myself more than him and sobbed silently until I was drained out of tears. I didn't come out of my room for the rest of the day and stayed in bed, wallowing in my sorrows. He knocked on my door twice to ask if I wanted to hang out but I shot him down saying I was having a headache. I wasn't ready to face him right now. How could he act like everything was normal between us? Did it mean nothing to him? I fucking gave myself to him. God, I wanted to scream in frustration. The more I thought about it, the more it made me mad. I knew it was too good to be true. What did I even think? That he would express his undying love for me just because we had sex?
Life was such a bitch!
Soon, it was Monday. I picked up my broken self and got ready for work, not bothering to look presentable. I wore a faded top and blue jeans while tying my hair in a ponytail and just applied some lip balm. I didn't wait for him to drop me off at the school and took a cab.
"Hello, Ms.Thompson," I felt a pat on my leg and looked down to see Hannah. I instantly smiled at the sight of her. In the past week, she had become one of my favorite students. She was so cheerful and full of energy unlike other kids in my class.
"Hello, what are you doing here so early?" I asked as I sat down on a bench outside the classroom.
"I didn't want to be late like last time," she climbed on the bench and sat down next to me. I let out a small chuckle and gazed at her. She looked so cute with her pigtails. I noticed that she was opening her bag and took out her lunch box. She held it out to me, taking me by surprise.
"I'm not hungry, dear," I replied, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.
"But this is a brownie. Dad says brownies make people feel better. You look sad, Ms. Thomson," she stated and I was taken aback by her response.
"I--I'm not sad, sweetheart," I caressed her chubby cheeks.
"I get it. You are not eating because it is wrong to accept food from strangers," she pouted and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
God, my poor heart, I don't think I could take any more of her cuteness. I took a piece of brownie and ate which made her smile widely.
"Yay, you trust me, Ms.Thompson," she started dangling her legs from the bench in excitement.
"Of course I do, shall I tell you a secret?" She nodded eagerly, looking at me with wide eyes, curiosity evident in her face.
"You are my favorite student," I whispered in her ears and saw nothing but pure happiness, visible on her face.
"Thank you, Ms. Thompson. You are my favorite too," she squealed, making my heart melt. I almost forgot that I was sad. God, she was such a ray of sunshine.
"You can call me Becca. 'Ms. Thompson' makes me feel old,"
"Okay, Becca," she gave me an infectious smile, "See, now you look better. My dad was right. Brownies do work," she said and started to examine her lunch box before closing it and keeping it in her bag. I laughed at her innocence, and to be honest I was feeling much better than before. We both heard the bell ring and I swooped her in my arms, walking towards the classroom.
"Time for class,"
"Yes!" she pumped her fist in excitement and I shook my head with a small smile.
"Alright, I want everyone to complete your homework, no excuses like last time," I shouted as the last bell went off for the day. I observed the kids, packing their bags and leave the room while I stayed back, not sure if I wanted to go back to the apartment and face that jerk. I groaned, sinking back in my desk and rubbed my face with both my hands.
Why was my life such a mess?
"Rough day huh?" I hear a deep familiar voice and stood up with a jerk, turning to my side. I found Xavier leaning against the door with one hand in his pocket and his other hand was holding Hannah's tiny fingers.
"No, just tired. Ha--Hannah did you forget anything?" I stuttered like a fool, walking towards them. Fuck, why was I always nervous around this guy? I tried so hard not to stare at him but it was impossible when he was standing there looking like a Sex God, wearing a loose grey sweatshirt and dark stone jeans. I wondered what he did for a living. He was always dressed in casuals and looked effortlessly handsome in it. I wondered what he would look like without a shirt.
Woah! Where did that come from?
I stopped myself before going any further. What the hell was wrong with me? I was sad and depressed but here I was, literally eye-fucking my student's father.
This was so inappropriate.
"No, Ms.Thompson. Hannah just told me that you said she was your favorite student and I couldn't quite believe it, knowing what a nightmare she is at home," I laughed at his response and looked down at her. She looked at me expectantly as if she wanted me to confirm what I said to her dad.
"Hannah, that was supposed to be a secret," I said in a stern voice. She had a worried look on her face and looked guilty.
"Sorry, Becca. I was just excited," she mumbled silently, not meeting my gaze.
"It's okay, sweetheart. I was just kidding," I replied, bending down to her level.
"Really?" she asked, her eyes going wide in shock and surprise. I nodded, giving her a small smile.
"Am I still your favourite?" she asked doubtfully.
"Yes," I chuckled, glancing briefly at Xavier who was looking at us amusingly.
"Yay," she shrieked loudly, jumping up and down. I heard a deep rumble of laughter and stood up to find Xavier smiling at me.
"Wow, you are really good. I mean, all she talks about is you at home," I blushed a deep shade of red while his eye bore into mine.
"Must be quite annoying," I chuckled while he shook his head.
"Not at all, I find it quite intriguing."
My eyes flicked to his meet his gaze and for some reason, I found it hard to look away from those gorgeous blue eyes. I still couldn't figure out the exact shade of his eyes. He finally broke our gaze, letting out a huge breath.
"Uhh...We should get going,"
"Yea-- yeah sure. Goodbye, Mr. Philips, bye, Hannah," I stuttered again. Dammit,
"Call me Xavier, makes me feel old when someone calls me by my last name,"
"That's exactly what Becca said, dad." Hannah chirped and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"See you later then, Rebecca," he said with a small chuckle and I watched him walk away but all I could focus on was how my name rolled off his tongue. It has been a while since someone called me by my full name and it sounded so damn good on his lips. I wondered what else those beautiful lips could do.
I bet his wife would kill me for having such sinful thoughts about him but there was no harm in admiring a ridiculously hot guy right? I mean, it was not like I was going to act upon it. I shook my head, letting out a huge sigh and walked over to my desk. I grabbed my things and was finally ready to go home.