Pieces of Perfect by Elizabeth Hayley Read Free Book Online Page B

 
    “So, here’s what we’ve learned about Cherry: she absolutely detests violence, she agrees to be the mediator between the Socs and Greasers at the rumble to ensure that everything remains fair, she loathes bad behavior, and she will not put up with excessive drinking. Everyone agree?” Eighteen heads nodded assent. “Then, why is she so attracted to Bob and Dallas? On the surface, they are everything she should despise, but she seems almost inexplicably drawn to them. Tomorrow, I want everyone to come in here with a reason for why that may be. You should be ready to explain and substantiate. Got it?” Just then, the bell rang and I yelled , “See you tomorrow” over the cacophony of screeching chairs and noisy conversations. As I watched them leave, I thought I noticed movement at my desk, but by the time I looked that direction, Max was still.
     
    I started for my desk. The quicker we got this shit-show started, the quicker we could end it. As I approached, Max stood and lifted the sole picture I had on my desk up for closer inspection.
     
    “Don’t teachers normally have tons of pictures on their desks?” he questioned.
                 
    “I don’t think it’s a prerequisite for employment,” I retorted dryly.
 
    His brow furrowed as he stared at me curiously, like he was trying to work something out in his head. Desperate to fill the silence, I explained further.
     
    “She was my dog when I was younger. Charlotte was the best friend I ever had.” Why had I said that last part? Why? I was clearly possessed by a complete fucking moron.
 
    After a moment’s silence, during which I could almost see the wheels in his brain turning, he asked incredulously, “You named your dog Charlotte?
 
    Oh, fuck you, dude.
 
    “Yeah,” I countered defensively. “I was a big Charlotte’s Web fan. What does it matter?”
     
    He shrugged as he carefully put the picture back where he had found it, touching it gently, as if he had touched on something he was uncomfortable handling.
 
    I wanted him out of my space. Now!  I turned and headed for the door. When I reached it, I looked over my shoulder at him. “Ready?” I asked impatiently. I didn’t wait for a reply, but walked through the doorway, and started down the hall without waiting for him to follow.
     
    “Sure am,” he said as he sauntered out of my classroom, pushing the door closed behind him, and positioning himself directly behind me, leaning in so close I could smell his fresh mint scent. “Lily.” He almost growled my name, making me cringe at the images it conjured: his fingers exploring my wet opening, his perfect cock plunging into me, our breaths rapid and needy.
 
    Lily, get it together.
     
    I shook my head slightly, as if to clear it. It was a nearly imperceptible movement, but I immediately regretted it.
 
    “Neck spasm?” he inquired, with just a hint of amusement tinging his voice.
     
    “No,” I replied so harshly, it only served to confirm what he already suspected. He was in my head, burrowing in for the long haul. Why was he always watching me so closely? It unnerved me. My anxiety mounted and I scrambled to change the subject.
     
    “Guess we may as well start in the gym,” I muttered.
 
    “Great idea,” he chimed.
     
    Prick.
 
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    Looking at the outside of the school building, the gym was located to the far right. So, it made logical sense that we would start there, and work our way to the other end. We walked down the hallway in silence, mine awkward, his scheming, until I finally couldn’t take it anymore.
     
    “Principal Murdock mentioned that you wanted to ‘re-familiarize’ yourself with the school. Have you been here before?”
     
    “I went here.”
     
    OOOkay. That’s it? I wasn’t going to force conversation if he wasn’t going to participate. We walked into the gym and I gestured with my arm