Meeting David and Creating a Secret

 
I was lucky I wasn't dead. The champagne had taken effect. I wondered about John, who was my ex-boyfriend and who had broken up with me. I'd fallen in love with a teacher and had sex with him. He was amazing, gorgeous. My Wednesday night job as a stripper was always interesting. I had just waltzed onto stage. I saw a beautiful man with curly blonde hair. He had blue eyes, a perfect jawline, perfect chin. He grinned me, grinning a gorgeous smile.

He carried me to my bed when my shift ended.

"I love you." he said. "Tell me what your name is."

 

"Nicole."

 

"I friggin love you. I should tell you right now that I have a girlfriend. A crazy one at that. Tell me which grade your going into."

 

"I'll be a senior." I'd already bought all my supplies and got my locker combination right.

 

"Kiss me, Nicole." We made out all night.

 

"Which school will you go into?"

 

"I'm in Creak High." He went pale.

 

"Oh...shit."

 

"What?"

"Nothing. FYI, my name's David Drake. Here's my number. I should let you sleep babe. Never forget me. Are you eighteen?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Take care. I have a feeling we'll see each other soon, love. Good-bye."

I plopped down in my seat. I had first-hour math. I'm really good at it, and I actually enjoy it. Lisah sat down beside me. She was popular, and didn't like me much. But I was her boyfriend's friend, which she had secretly bought an engagement ring for.

"Morning." I said.

 

"Morning." she said, staring at herself in her compact mirror. She's always looking at herself. She reapplied some pink lipstick.

 

"So, Victoria's Secret, who's your newest hookup?" she said.

 

"My only hookup was a super hot guy whom said he didn't like you when I mentioned you." I told her, telling half the truth. She winced.

She thinks every guy she meets or sees automatically likes her. Including other girls' boyfriends. I'd recently heard a rumor that she cheated on Beau with one. Beau walked in the classroom, wearing a huge grin. He took a seat in front of Lisah.

"Hey babe. Hey, Nico."

 

"Hey, baby."

 

"Hi, Beau."

I turned to the front just as the bell rang. A slender figure walked in, and my stomach twisted.

Oh crap. I thought. He had blonde hair and blue eyes.

 

"Hello. My name is David Drake. That's Mr. Drake to you." He saw me, and looked like he had cramps. "Oh crud." he said. Everyone looked at me.

 

"I thought I saw a bee in her hair, and I'm allergic to bees." he quickly said.

"She is a bee," Lisah whispered.

 

"Oh, that must make you the Queen Bee." I said. Almost everyone laughed.

 

"Give her detention!" Lisah told David Drake.

 

"Well, technically you started it." he said. I fell even more in like with him.
 
He informed us of his rules, We can eat and drink, just keep it clean. No cell phones. We can use calculators if we need to. This was his first year of teaching math. He went to Kansas University, then Harvard, then Yale. He'd gotten all A's his entire life. His favorite team was the Saints in football, Yankees in baseball. He liked England better than Brazil when it came to soccer.

David Drake was beautiful. That much was true. He'd have a lot of flirting this year. I saw Gina, who was shy but cute, move her dark hair out of her pretty face, which did not happen a lot. Lisah herself wrote down what he looked like and his Dateable Meter. To her, it was 98 %.
 
Beau saw it. Unfortunate for her, fortunate for every other girl in school. Beau looked at me. "So it's true." he mouthed. I nodded. David explained that we'd study geometry first, then algebra. He said if we needed help in any way, we could go to him. I knew how many girls would fake needing help or fail on purpose.
 A cell phone started playing. We all looked around to see who it was who had a cell phone on in class.

 

"My fault." David muttered as he took out his cell. "I need to take this, my sister's pregnant." he said. "Hello? Yes. Really? Now? It's coming now? I can't be there. No, I'm a math teacher at Creak High. No, my first year. Yes. Give Dalia a kiss for me. Give the baby one too. Thanks, Justin."

"I'm an uncle. Got a niece." he said. Everyone whooped and clapped. He got a lot of congrats and pats on the back. The bell rang.

 

"Nicole, can I talk to you for a second?" David asked. "

 

Uh-oh, Nicole has serious issues," Lisah said. Beau frowned.

 

"Lisah, we need to talk..."

"Good for him." David said, frowning. "He seems nice and he deserves better."

 

"Yeah, he does."

 

"Nico, I...I mean...look, what happened never happened. I do love you Nicole but..."

 

"You have a girlfriend." I said, sighing. He frowned. "A crazy, needy, jealous, controlling, slutty one at that."

He sighed. "Nicole, I'm a teacher, you're a student. We can't be together." He looked up. "Oh, shit." he said. I turned around. Beau was standing there, eyes wide.

 

"What are you doing here?" "I came to tell you that I broke up with Lisah. She won't bother you anymore. But that's not important. The whole school will know by tomorrow. What's important is, what exactly happened?"

David pulled him aside. I saw a figure nearby. "Lisah." I said. Next thing I knew, Lisah was on top of me, fighting. David and Beau quickly pulled us apart.

 

"Bitch! Slut! WHORE!!" Lisah shouted. She's called people worse. She even dared call a teacher a T-W-A-T. That got her suspended.

"But sir, it wasn't Nicole's fault." David said. We were at a hearing. Beau and David were there along with Lisah's mom, and my mom. "I appreciate your concern and honesty, but I have to give Nicole at least detention for fighting, even if she didn't start it." Principal Melissa Burns said. "What started it anyway?"

"It was my fault." Beau said. Everyone stared at him. "I broke up with Lisah that morning, and she was mad." "I like your honesty, Beau, but in this case I'll have to dismiss that. That's still no excuse for stalking and fighting. Nicole will serve a thirty-minute detention, which I don't think she deserves, but I have to do something. Lisah, you will serve suspension for one week."

Lisah gasped. "That's not cool!" she shouted. "Lisah, contain yourself! You're lucky I won't add another thirty minutes!" So Lisah got a week's worth, while I only got thirty minutes. David talked with Mom as we walked out. "Ms. Honningham, I can swear this wasn't your daughter's fault. I actually think it was more mine than anybody else's." "Thank you, Mr. Drake." Mom winked at me.

"Isn't he cute?" Mom said as we got in the car. "Heck yeah, he's gorgeous. He's a real gentleman too. On top of that, his sister had a baby this morning." "That's wonderful!" Mom said. "Yeah. Good taste in music too. He listens to Green Day!" "Even better!" Mom said. "If he wasn't your teacher, I'd order you to go out with him!" "I'd be more than happy to!"

My face fell. "Something wrong?" Mom said. "He's got a girlfriend." I told her. "Oh." I knew she was thinking the same thing I was+ : Shoot. Mom was a sucker for young, cute guys. She was currently dating a barista who graduated from college last year. She had long blonde hair, a contrast to my light brown, green eyes, and her face was long. As for me, I've got a heart-shaped face, light brown hair, and blue eyes.

Mom has a Snooki tan, while I've got a Greek tan. My teacher was my only love. Forget John. Let him screw a slut. He'd been dating Josephine, the biggest school slut. Lacy camisoles, crazy way-out-of-the-lines lipstick, huge cat-eyes every day, like to her temples, no bra, new breast implants, fake hair, catfights.

I wanted to kiss David Drake. He was amazing. I walked into my room. I laid down on the purple covers. I wanted David now. My cell phone rang, playing a familiar tune. "How'd you get my number?" I asked him. "Do you remember that night, babe?" "Yes." "I placed my number in your cell just in case and I took your number."

"Nicole, I...look, if you ever need me just call. Nic, I think we're...meant to be." I was shocked. My stomach fell to the floor. "Nic?" "David, I think you're right." "I had a dream the other night. You were in my arms, we were cuddling in my bed. I asked you to marry me, and you said yes. Nicole, I love you so much it hurts." "I love you, too." "Nicole, on Monday, I would like you to come speak to me, whether it be before or after class or school." "All right. Love you." "I love you too. See me, babe. I'll miss you." "Miss you too." "Good-bye." "Bye."

He clicked off. I laid down and went to sleep. That weekend was the worst of my life. Usually I'd go to work or go out but I didn't feel like it. I eventually decided to go to my favorite club on Saturday. I chose my favorite little black dress, added lacy purple tights, and put on ankle boots. I applied green eyeshadow and dark lipstick.

I walked through the door with no problem. But...I saw a lovely face. David Drake. He smiled at me. I smiled back. I walked towards him. "Hey." "Hey." "So..." "Hey, I'll see you later." "What?" "My girlfriend is here." I turned around, and a tall thin beautiful blue-eyed blonde stood there. "Uh, this is my boyfriend bitch." "I know, he's my teacher." I was satisfied with my response, because she squinted.

I sat down in a corner and ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri. The bartender gave me a flirtatious smile.

"You new here?"

"Not really. I actually go here a lot."

"Oh. Now that you mention it, you do look familiar. I saw you with some dark haired guy. John, right?" he said. My heart broke and my face fell. His did, too. "Not doing so well?" he asked.

"He broke up with me this summer."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Eh, there's a million other guys out there."

I smiled at David, which irritated his girlfriend. He smiled back. I decided to go dance a little. "Watch my drink." I told the bartender. "No problem." he said, offering another smile. I went to the other corner of the club. I began shaking my body a little. Before I knew it, David's girlfriend was outside, having broken up with David. Dancing In The Dark played over the loudspeakers.

The Glee version of Hello was next. His arms were around my waist, my hands on his shoulders. The spotlight was on us now. Literally. Girls gaped at David while men stared at my D-size chest. We ignored them. All we could think about was each other.

Before we knew it, the song was over. My first instinct was to kiss him, but he pulled away and I remembered he was my teacher. I grabbed my drink.

"Wait..." David said, but it was too late. I took a drink. Almost immediately after, my throat started burning.

"Something wrong with her?"

"She took a date rape drug!!"

"Where's her boyfriend?" The voices were blurred as I clutched my throat.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital. David had a grey shirt on and was talking to a cop. His shirt was so tight I could see every defined portion of his midsection.

"I should have been watching." he berated himself.

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault." the cop said. She walked away muttering "If I wasn't married with kids...."

He said on my bed and rubbed my head.

"Hey beautiful." he said.

"What happened?" I asked him. He sighed.

"I should have been watching. It was all my fault. I saw Rachel slip a lethal toxin in your drink. I wanted to tell you but we were in a crowded place and we were dancing. Someone could have heard." he said. He sighed again.

"She's truly dangerous. She's not really my girlfriend, I wanted you to think that so I could protect you. She's been after me since first grade, literally. It started out as an innocent boy-girl crush, but I eventually lost interest and asked another girl to be my girlfriend. Rachel didn't like that. She pulled the girl's hair and put a spider in her lunchbox. Rachel became more evil over the years, she threatened and hurt nearly every one of my girlfriends. Nicole, I don't want the same thing happening to you. She hospitalized my last girlfriend, shot her in the leg. She's done it again. I just know she'll eventually kill someone." sw

"Why don't you file a restraint order?" I asked.

"Oh, I already have. She's harassed my girls online too. She stalks me using the Internet."

"Oh. Well, don't worry. I'll help you figure something out."

"Nicole, I can't let you do that."

"She can't, but I can." We jumped at the voice. Beau was standing right there.

"Do you eavesdrop on purpose?" David said, standing up.

"Luckily for you, no. For her, maybe."

"Why her?" David asked. Beau blushed at this question.

Instead of answering, he moved to the window. He had big brown eyes, longish black hair, and pale skin. He was a quarterback on the Varsity football team.

He took David and walked out of the room. I grabbed a mirror to check me out. My hair was sweaty and tangled from dancing and the hospital bed. I had a zit on my nose. I was makeup-free and my skin looked tired and worn. I reached for my bag and started to unwrap a Biore zit-zapping nose thingy, then thought better of it. I combed my hair and put foundation and powder on, then dark grey eyeshadow and black eyeliner.

I finished my eyes with a couple coats of mascara. I grabbed some red lipgloss and swiped that on. "I liked you makeup-free too," said a familiar voice. David was standing against the doorframe, looking in. "Uh..." That was all I could manage. Ugh. David narrowed his eyebrows. "Pure gut instinct tells me something's bothering you, sweetheart. I want to know what it is." "It's nothing." "Tell me!" he said. His eyes were pleading and he had one hand over his stomach.

"If Rachel poisoned me, where did she go?" His eyes softened. "To a dark corner to watch you die, I'm sure." "Why would she want me dead?" "Because you have a crush on me and I love you and we screwed each other. Oh man, I could get arrested for minority rape!" I hadn't thought of that.

"Nicole, we have to keep this a secret. I do love you, but I'm not going to risk your life or get you in trouble." "What about you?" To my surprise, he took off his watch. There were red and pink marks all over his wrist and the bottom of his forearm. "I want to die. I'd rather be arrested or be killed than risk your life." Mom had given me a therapy card plus a yellow ribbon card if I ever needed help but didn't have the words or courage to tell her. (Thanks, Mom. See why she's the best mother ever?)

I handed him a therapy card, but he shook his head and gave it back. "Too risky." "I insist. You don't have to mention us." "True, but...listen. I'll just handle this myself. All right. Nicole, I'll let you date me. But only casual ones. This city's big enough no one will know, but we may run into someone we know." You never know what can happen in New York City.

He agreed to see a therapist, and we decided to give this love a shot. But no one could know. It was like Ezra and Aria on Pretty Little Liars. Except there was no murder and no popular girl dead. I wondered if Rachel would kill Lisah if she thought she was a problem. Much as I hated Lisah, I didn't want her dead.

I told David my fears. He shook his head and said Rachel would think nothing of Lisah unless she flirted with him. Which we both knew she probably would. He said he'd tell all the girls that if anything ever happened, he'd tell them he could go to them. "I ask Melissa if she'll make an assembly about safety, especially after last night. I'll ask her to include suicide talk. I'll go up on stage and show everyone my arm. My stomach and legs have some marks too, but I doubt anyone except you will want to see them."

Mom drove me home. She mentioned something about not letting me go out again unless I'm with somebody. She knew I liked clubs and that the incident was pure envy. I'm sure that David told her everything.

Beau approached me on Monday. "I've been wanting to tell you this for a while. I love you Nicole. But I know you like that one guy. I'll help you in anyway I can." He said 'that one guy' because Rebecca the school gossip was behind him and she has ears like a fox.

I'd known Beau liked me. But I'd never really liked him the same way. I'd tried, even thought about giving him a chance, but it wouldn't work out and I didn't want to lose his friendship. He was a great guy and a good friend. My ex-best friend, Tracy, had stopped talking to me since last year because she hated John. Beau hated John too, but he accepted the fact that we were together and let it go.

Tracy wasn't the most popular. She stole girls boyfriends if she liked him or just didn't like her. She always wore see-through shirts. She had reasons for dating losers.

When I walked into the math room, David greeted me with a smile. "You okay?" he asked as he walked past my desk. "Yeah." When the bell rang, he announced that there would be an assembly in a few minutes.

"I know you've heard these lectures a million times, but this one will be about safety and suicide." We walked into the auditorium. Being the first class there, we took the front seats.

Principal Burns explained that we would even have a teacher, a new one, talk about how he felt about himself. To everyone's surprise, David Drake walked on stage. "I have a secret." he said. Then he took his jacket off, rolled up his sleeve, took his watch off, and held up his arm. He said he also had scratches on his legs and stomach. I'm sure a million girls wanted to see his middle.

Of course he wouldn't have shown them it. "What's up?" I asked him later that day after school. He looked surprised to see me. "I already told you all I want to for now." He cocked his head. "Baby, can you do a favor for me?" "Anything." He grinned. "Try not to look beautiful tomorrow." he said. I smirked.

Of course I wanted to look sexy. I chose a pair of light-wash skinny jeans, pink tank top, white cardigan, and silver wedges. I curled my hair neatly and applied grey eyeshadow and pink lipstick from Victoria's Secret.

Beau whistled when I approached his locker. "How do I look?" I asked, spinning around. "Nicole, you look...amazing. Beautiful." "She's a vision! A dream!" said my friend Diane. "Every guy who walks past is going to want you. Every girl will envy you. They will try too hard to look as good as you." she said, putting her arm around my shoulder.

David whistled when I walked through. He pulled me aside. "I asked you not to look sexy." "I'm a rebel." I said, flipping my hair. Have you ever heard the song 'Silver Moon Woods' by Llewellyn? That's exactly what was playing through my head and how I felt. I wanted David, needed him.

He pulled me over after class. "Nicole, why are you torturing me?" "Because I love you." "Nicole, we can't do this. I wish we could more than anything. It's not just because I'm a teacher and you're my student. Nicole, it's Rachel. She'll kill you. Literally, kill you. Of course I'll do everything in my power to prevent that from happening, but I can't stop her completely. I've filed another restraint order against her. Sit down." I sat down in front of him.

"Nicole, I love you more than anything in the world" He looked up just as some girl walked in. "I'll call you later." he whispered.

I droned through my classes. English. Science. Lisah almost hit me in the stomach on purpose in gym. I got her right back. We were playing volleyball, and she really did kick me in the stomach when she hit the ball. I was ready to kill the bitch. "Nicole, you okay?" Diane asked when she and Keisha helped me up. "Yeah." "I'd bet a million bucks Lisah did that on purpose." Keisha said, tossing her long hair.

"Ya think?" Diane said. Keisha shrugged. "Bee is crazy. She knows Beau likes Nicole and she thinks they are dating."
"She is a seriously overpossessive crazy girl. I wonder however she got to the top in ninth grade."
"Totally. I say we find her worst boyfriend and bring him back." "Great idea, Keish. Whaddya say, Nic? Ya in?"

I thought about Lisah for a second. "I'm in." I said. My girls cheered. Granny Liz took us through all her moves from her water aerobics class.

David Drake approached me at my locker. "See me after school." he said, trying to sound authoritive. He failed miserably. He sounded more like he was in love. With me. I got a few 'You're so lucky' looks from other girls and a couple boys.

"What's up?" I asked him. He closed the door. "I've been thinking. I love you, Nicole. I'm willing to date you, but you can't tell anyone. Not even Keisha or Diane. Beau knows, but he swore not to tell. Nicole, baby?" "Yes?" He leaned forward, paused, and kissed me. His lips were soft, pink, moist.

"Hmm." he moaned. He carefully pulled away from me. "I wanted to kiss you longer, but we can't be kissing very long unless we're at my house." "Let's go to your house." "I wish I could drive you there. But I can't. Make up an excuse. Say your at a friend's house or in the library studying."

It wasn't a bad idea. I called Mom to tell her I'd be at the local library, climbed into my car, and followed him. He didn't live far from my house, just a couple blocks. Was that a sign?

The second we were in his bedroom, we kissed like Romeo and Juliet. "Give me love or give me death!" he cried. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet!" I told him. "Love me, Nicole." he whispered. "Kiss me...love me like the most famous lovers in the world! You've got Juliet's hair and eyes, I look like Romeo."

"Give me not unto love's true mind" I said. "Marry me, Nicole! Tonight, one a.m. In the meantime, love me like crazy. Because you drive me crazy." he said. I kissed him.

"Love me, Nicole. Kiss me. I love you..." he whispered. Then he stopped. "Nicole, get away from me. We shouldn't be doing this." he said again. I knew this was true, but I couldn't get enough of him. "Nicole, never ever think I don't love you. It's just...here" He produced a velvet box. "I meant to give this to you. Keep it, until you graduate. Then we can announce our love." he said. He kissed me, and I left his home.

I kept feeling his heart beating against mine. He was beautiful. I loved him. But he was my freaking TEACHER!

Vidal Sassoon and Estee Lauder

I sat in the chair at a Vidal Sassoon salon. I was getting ready to have my hair done, then I was going to Estee Lauder for a free makeup consultation. The stylist's name was Ashley. She had already called my face a "work of art" and she asked if I'd ever gotten plastic surgery. She found it unbelievable that I havn't. She was a chatterbox. She applied some sort of color that I've never seen before on eyes on my eyelids. She proceeded to put red blush on my cheeks. I don't have a problem with red blush, but the amount that she put on my cheeks was excessive. She sloppily plastered black lipstick on my lips. Again, no problem, but not the look I was going for.

"You like?" she asked. I looked awful. "It's not the look I was going for." I told her. "Really? You look like a Goth girl." "Because I'm wearing black?" I replied.

"Of course. No self-respecting fashionista wears all black." she quipped.

"That's not necessarily true," I answered. She continued to argue until the manager overheard us. "Did you even ask her what she wanted?" the woman said. I looked at her nametag, which read Skye Mccready.

"No," Ashley said nervously.

"She doesn't look Goth, she looks like a whore. It doesn't wow anyone. What color is on her eyes?"

"It's a mix of black, gold, grey, and brown eyeshadow." Ashley said confidently.

"It doesn't look nice at all, especially with her dark skin tone and hair. It's a complete do-over. Go in the back."

Ashley went in the back while Skye Mccready re-did my makeup. She gave me Victoria's Secret eyes, and pink, full lips. My lips are already pretty full but she made them look more bow-shaped.

 

 

I left feeling satisfied and pretty. I had bags to put in my trunk. In addition to getting my makeup and hair done, I also did some shopping. I found a pretty red dress that would kill David if he saw it and a tight green dress with long sleeves. I popped the trunk and put the bags in one by one, and when I was just about to close my trunk, I felt familiar hands on my waist.

"David..." I breathed.

"Nicole. What are you doing here?" I felt his breath on my neck, and it smelled like parsley.

"I'm just shopping. What are you doing here?"

"I'm just stopping to say hi to you. I still need a baby gift for my sister. She's having a hard time adjusting also, and she needs a young, skilled babysitter."

"I could babysit for her," I offered.

"Thank you. You'd be earning some money, and it gives me an excuse to see you outside of school."

I turned toward him. Before I could say or do anything though, our moment was interrupted.

"David! Good to see ya, buddy!" someone called out. I turned to see who the offender was, and saw an attractive guy with brown curly hair and a lopsided grin.

"Hey, Riz."

"This your girl?"

"No, this is a student of mine. Riz, this is Nicole, Nicole, this is Riz."

"Hello."

"Hello."

Luckily, Riz left after giving me a flirtatious smile and David touched my breast.

"David, we're in public!" I whispered harshly.

"I don't care. I love you, Nicole, and that's all that matters to me. You're mine. Mine..." I was creeped out by his rant and headed toward my own car again.

"You can't deny that we have something, Nicole!" he said, grabbing my arm. I just nodded and got in my BMW. I glanced at myself in my side mirror. I looked hot. Amazing, incredible. I almost fell in love with myself. I looked at myself in the mirror again. It was amazing, the change done to my face. I was pretty and beautiful before, now I looked better.

 

 

 

I had finished math and English homework, now I had to finish History so I could work out. I work out maybe once a day, my favorite machine is the strength bar. I like sweating, I like adrenaline. I finished the worksheet, it was about worthless quotes, and I walked to our exercise room. Mom waved at me from a treadmill. I waved back. I sat in front of the leg press, and started pumping my legs on the thing.

Pretty soon, I heard the doorbell ring. Guess who? My stalker.

 "Nicole! I'm sorry, I-I thought that this was someone else's house!" he said, sounding freaked out.

"It's-" I began.

"Well, well well. Mr. Drake. What brings you here?" my mother asked. Have any of you had a mother appear at the most awkward time ever? Say yes.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was someone else's house. I'm still getting used to this neighborhood." he said. Mom raised an eyebrow.

"You live here?"

"A few houses over. I live in 1929. Again, I'm sorry. Nicole, I'll see you at school." He left, and I felt suddenly alone. I went back the exercise room and turned my iPod up all the way so my mother wouldn't start playing Twenty Questions. I got lucky until dinnertime.

 

 

"So, he's gorgeous." Mom said, waving her fork around with a piece of steak on it.

"He is. Everyone wants a piece of him."

"You included?"

"I won't deny that he's starred in my favorite fantasies. He's perfect, I can't find a flaw with him."

"How old is he again?"

"Twenty five."

"Shoot. Would he be willing to date a thirty seven year old woman?"

"I'm not sure. He might," I said honestly.

"What's he like in school?"

"He's professional. He loves what he does and he knows his stuff. He's really smart. He's also nice. One time The Bitch was making fun of me in class and he totally stood up for me. He made her feel as low as she is."

My mother knows about my frenemy Lisah. She continued asking questions about him until she was satisfied.

 

I was sitting at cheerleading practice. I was waiting for Keisha to finish the routine. She's a cheerleader. She tried to get me to join, but I didn't for several reasons.

1. Lisah is a cheerleader.

2. I already have several clubs I've made a commitment to.

3. I tried to join and failed when I was a freshmen.

4. I could have tried again, and I was actually a cheerleader for a few months, but a misunderstanding got me kicked out. What happened was, a senior girl, a captain that is now graduated, hacked into the school system and changed her grades so she could stay on the team. I was doing some work on a computer and didn't log out. She didn't know it was mine until it was too late. She only got caught because of the cameras all around the school.

So I got kicked off the team, suspended, almost expelled, and no one knew who actually did it until it was too late, as she had already graduated and was on her way to Brown University. I was offered a spot back on the team, but I declined because I already had too much stuff to do and Lisah had joined the squad. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

I wasn't the best cheerleader, but I wasn't the worst either. I was so good I made Varsity, that's something.

 

 

Rachel Spying

David turned out to have gone to my house on purpose.

"I wanted to see you," he explained the next afternoon, laying beside me in his bed. "I've become addicted to you, Nicole. I'd drink poison if something were to happen to you. I love you, Nicole."

"I love you too."

"Do you really?"

"Yes."

"Rachel didn't love me."

I sat up quickly.

"Rachel?"

"My ex-girlfriend. She's obsessed with me. She thinks I'm her husband. I'm not, I filed a restraining order against her. If you see her, she has long blonde hair and will probably be staring at you through binoculars. That's how crazy she is. I suppose I did do a few things I shouldn't have, like have sex with her after we broke up. I messed everything up. I broke up with her because I caught her spying through my cell phone and computer. I was ticked that she didn't trust me. We got into an argument, and I broke up with her.

She didn't take it well. She threatened my life, and my family and friends' lives. She even threatened my cat's life. I took Misty and hid her with my sister until I could get a restraining order. I moved and changed my phone number. I don't know how she found me, but she did. So if you find her looking at you, blame me."

"You seem to blame yourself for everything," I noted.

"That's because everything that ever happens is all my fault. I should not have led Rachel on and when I noticed the signs of craziness, I should have broken up with her right away. I suppose I was curious and a little bit turned on. I was not in my right mind. I was completely addicted. Like I'm addicted to you, but you're not crazy. You're perfect, a little too perfect."

"I'm not perfect, I'm doing something illegal right now, as are you."

"I know. If we get caught, I'll be blamed. I'll be fired and arrested. I could lose my house, I could lose my family and friends. I'll be heartbroken. If I lose you, I'll shoot myself. I will kill myself. I'll be lost and hurt. I can't lose you, Nicole. My life literally depends on you."

This little rant scared me until he kissed my belly button. He's obsessed with my stomach for some reason. I looked down at him and rubbed his curly blonde hair. It's his hair that I'm obsessed with. Of course I love other aspects about him, and he loves other aspects about me.  He started kissing forward until he reached my lips. We made out for ten minutes until his cell phone made a sound.

"Shit." he said, reaching for it. "Oh, shit!" he said. "I'm supposed to be at a meeting in thirty minutes. I-I have to go. Nicole, you need to go home. I'll see you later."

We showered together, I borrowed sore muscle cream from him, and he got dressed. He wore his usual suit and tie. In fact, he wore the same suit and tie he'd worn that day so it looked like he'd never taken his clothes off. "You can stay a bit longer if you want. I'll leave money on the counter if you want to order something. This meeting will probably be no longer than an hour. If I'm not back in two or three hours, go home." he said. We kissed before he left like a normal couple. I searched through the house until I found a stash of hard liquor.

I picked up bottle that I'd tasted before and liked it. I poured myself a drink. I also ordered Chinese food. I laid on his couch and watched reruns of different shows everyone secretly hates but watches anyway. I waited for maybe an hour before the doorbell rang.

"Nicole?" said the person delivering.

"Sarah?" I said. Sarah and I get along okay, but we aren't friends or anything. Plus we live like twenty minutes away from each other by car. She lives in a trailer park.

"Do you live here, Nicole?"

"You could say that."

"It's amazing."

"Thank you." I paid for the food and let her leave. As she left, who should show up but David.

"Perfect timing." I told him. "The food just arrived." He sniffed the air.

 

"Nic, it smells amazing. I'm starving." I smiled at him. We scarfed down dinner and watched Romeo nd Juliet, the nineteen sixty two version.

He kissed me again and we made out some more. I touched his abdomen, another thing that drove me crazy about him. He told me he loved me and kissed my neck.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, inhaling and kissing my neck. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..."

"You-" I began, but he cut me off with a kiss.

"I love you so much. I'm so sorry...."  he started again.

"It's not your fault."

"It is. "Ncole, I'm-"

"Shhh. Shut up and kiss me."

"With pleasure." We continued kissing. He held me down and pressed himself on top of me. We finished in about two hours and by that time I really did have to go home or Mom would think something was up. I went to bed early and went straight to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my entire body was sore. I found some more sore muscle cream and applied it all over. When I put on a flirty black skirt, put on a red v-neck shirt with a black bra, and red high heels, I found a greasy breakfast waiting for me. Bacon, eggs, toast with butter, sugar, and cinnamon.

I ate quickly and grabbed my purse and monogrammed tote bag. I grabbed my keys and climbed into my car. I had to stop and get gas, so I grabbed a coffee and salad as well. Lunch at school is not tasty and costs like three dollars. Lunch from the local gas station costs a lot less and is much more delicious, because the woman who owns this station makes the salads and fruit trays from scratch and adds natural preservatives.

 

She sells them for only a dollar a tray, so it's a bargain. I know this because she also happens to be my old babysitter and we still talk occasionally.

 

I drove to school and walked down the hallway, ignoring stares from jealous girls, guys, lesbians, and straight boys. Lisah looked pissed, and I relished the glory in that. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Five minutes later, she was dressed in a tight tank top with no bra, and a super-short skirt. Slut.

 

Seriously, who does that? Beau was impressed, but things were awkward now and had been for a while. John also couldn't take his eyes off me. I found this amusing and ironic, as I hadn't thought about him in a couple days.

Josephine followed me everywhere. She cornered me in the bathroom and called me a cheating whore.

 

"Right, because I'm the one who stole another girl's boyfriend." I cornered. She slapped me. Careless, because a female teacher heard the slap and came to investigate. She got a detention, while I got off scot-free. I walked into David's classroom, and his jaw practically hit the floor when he saw me. He dropped a pen he was holding.

When class was done, he shut the door and pushed me to his desk. He kissed me, pressing me against the counter.

 

"You are so intoxicating," he whispered. He started to unzip his pants, when the door opened. It was  the principal.

"Am I interrrupting anything?" she asked, eyeing us.

 

"No, I was just asking him a question about homework," I stumbled on my words.

 

 

Dance With Me

 Mom was going to be gone on a business trip for a month. Which meant lots of time with David. After the incident with David's friend, we were a lot more careful in public. I used the tips from the Estee Lauder makeup artist to make my face "sexified". And David loved it.

 

 

 

 

There was a dance that night. Actually, there were going to be dances every night for two months. I suggested that David bring me, but he said that was too risky. And he was right. So I went with Keisha.

 

"Hot teacher alert!" she whispered in my ear. I looked over at David, and my knees went weak.

 

"Come on, girl. Let's party!" Keisha told me. I agreed.

 

"Ice" by Sarah McLachlan played. David was talking to other teachers and stealing glances at me. I danced with Keisha and my other friends. About thirty minutes later, "Dream On" by Aerosmith played. To my surprise, David clutched my hand and asked me to dance with him. I agreed with a second thought.

 

 

I followed him to the center of the dance floor. He bowed to me, and I curtsied. We were already getting a lot of attention, so it didn't matter. We held each other's hands, and suddenly we were spinning and dipping. I was having so much fun, I didn't notice all the looks we were getting.

 

Impressum

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