Student from Hell

Satan, what a nice guy...-Ch.10

CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW.

After he left the table, we both sat in awkward silence. I wanted to smile, laugh, but I had to restrain myself for the sake of Martin.

If someone would’ve done something like this, I would’ve flipped, but the way he did it, the way he claimed me, with so much confidence, but as a gentleman at the same time, wouldn’t let me do it, and had me frozen in my spot, forced to admire his bold and intriguing personality.

He’s not forcing me, and that’s something I admire and appreciate. And... it may or it may not turn me on.

I mean, I had a few moments when I wanted to go to his table and f**k him right there, but that would’ve been illegal and not at all sanitary.

God, I really need to control myself. But how can I do that when he’s acting like this?

Damn!

I still can’t believe that I kissed him! But can someone blame me? He’s... irresistible.

And what a kiss... I still feel his full lips on mine, his strong grip on my hips, I can still hear his low, deep voice, commanding but also pleading with me to give him the green light.

God, I’m going crazy.

He left the restaurant, but neither Martin nor I said a word. But then again, what is there to say?

And the bad part? If I really have to be honest with myself, I am disappointed that he left. And maybe I wanted to go to the bathroom again. Just maybe.

But I will not be honest, and I will shamelessly lie. I’m happy that he left, and I wouldn’t have gone to the bathroom again under any circumstances.

I am indeed a bad liar.

I decide to break the silence because it becomes more awkward by the second.

“So, dessert?” I take a sip of wine and try to suppress a laugh, waiting for his answer.

“I guess... who was that?” I hoped that he wouldn’t ask me that, but how could he not?

And now, what should I say? He’s Satan?

“Well, that would be someone... very persistent,” I said as I dare to look at him, and he raises his eyebrows and gives me the *are you serious?* look, and I can’t help but burst out laughing.

The entire situation it’s damn hilarious. And sad. And illegal. And immoral. But hilarious.

Yep, definitely going crazy!

“Sorry.” I apologize while I do my damn best to stop laughing, then clear my throat and try to give him an explanation.

“The guy is very stubborn. I know him for a week, and even though I told him every day, a minimum of three times a day that I don’t want him, it seems that he doesn’t get the message.” He tilts his head as he takes in the info, then his eyes went wide like he realized something.

“He’s the reason why you bought so many bottles of alcohol?” Damn, he’s smart.

“One of them,” I replied shortly, and he looks at me with worry in his eyes.

“Does he harasses you?” The worry in his voice matches the one in his brown eyes, and I shake my head.

“He’s harmless. Just... persistent.” He relaxed in his chair, making me smile.

It’s nice of him to worry.

“And how come you don’t give in? I mean, the guy looks like a God. You would look like a goal couple together. I know that’s stupid of me to say, seeing that I’m having dinner with you, but I’m being realistic here. I don’t compare to him, and the way he acted and talked...” He trailed off and bites his lip, trying to make a point, and he has a point. A very strong one.

They are completely different.

Oh, Jesus Christ! I just realized that I can’t get rid of him not even here. And on top of it, even my damn date tells me how hot he is!

God hates me!

“It’s complicated. And you’re handsome as well.” I replied honestly, and he chuckles softly and takes a sip of his wine.

“I didn’t say that I’m not handsome, I said that he looks like a God. There’s a difference. And his demeanor takes his sexiness to a whole different level. I’ve never seen someone like him, and I mean it when I say that you would make a great couple. You’re also confident, straightforward, and a little cocky. But the good kind of cocky. The sexy type.” If I didn't hear the honesty in his voice and seen the seriousness in his eyes, I wouldn’t believe him.

I look at him and I can’t help but wonder if he’s a friend of Mia’s and I don’t know.

I sigh hard and drink the rest of my wine, not knowing what to say next.

I wonder what would Satan say if he would hear our conversation. He would be thrilled. Probably hugging Martin.

“The smile on your face tells me that you agree with me.” He said cheekily, and I realize that indeed, I’m smiling, and I mentally slap myself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to--” I try to excuse myself, but he raises his hand to interrupt me and smiles reassuringly.

“It’s ok. We can be friends. You are cool, and I don’t have many friends.” He said in an amused, but honest voice, and I let out a breath of relief.

“Now, is he a colleague of yours?” He asked in a teasing voice and wiggles his eyebrows, making me chuckle.

“Not a colleague, but I did meet him at my workplace.” That’s the best I can come up with, regarding the circumstances.

“I just remembered that he didn’t introduce himself. What’s his name? I’m fascinated by numerology and there are a lot of things that can be told about a person just from their names and birthdays, but I guess that you don’t know his birthday yet, but the name would do for now.” I heard about numerology, but I don’t know for sure what it is, but seeing how enthusiastic Martin is, he surely does, only that...

“I can’t help you with that. He wouldn’t tell me. Ok, he would, but with a condition that I can’t honor.” His enthusiastic smile disappeared, but I’m not able to hide my smile as I remember Satan’s words, even though I’m pretty sure that I shouldn’t feel this giddy about it. Well, f**k!

“What condition?” His voice is laced with curiosity, and I can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s hoping that it’s something spicy.

“You don’t want to know,” I tried to dodge this bullet, but he raises one eyebrow and smiles big as if he realized that his assumption was right, and it is something spicy, and even though I don’t know him, I do know that he won’t give up.

“Come on, we’re friends, right?” Should I tell him? I mean it is funny, besides, there’s no harm in telling him because I’ll never do anything.

“Ok, you asked. He told me that he’ll tell me his name when I’ll be ready to scream it when he’ll be ...” I trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, and left him to fill in the blanks by himself.

The heat that rises in my body and heads straight to my cheeks is very unwelcome, and as much as I try to stomp it, I can’t.

“Come on, we’re both grown-ups, it’s not like we never said and did things like that.” It seems that he didn’t fill in the blanks, and maybe it’s the wine, or maybe the rush that still runs through my veins from the kiss, but I decided to tell him.

“Ok. When I’ll be ready to scream it... and when he’ll be buried deep inside of me.” I whispered the last part, afraid that someone else will hear, and for a second I thought that he didn’t hear me, but he did. How do I know? Well, his mouth dropped open and his eyes went so wide that I’m afraid that they will fall from their sockets.

I can’t help but laugh out loud at his reaction, capturing the attention of the nearby tables.

“That’s f*****g hot!” He exclaimed loudly after he managed to come back to normal, and I laugh harder, but he doesn’t. He’s serious. Ok, he has a reason. It is hot!

“And why haven’t you found out his name yet? I would try to find out even his social security number.” He asked genuinely curious and utterly confused, and the laughter that I tried to control the volume of, gets out of control and almost all the restaurant looks at me.

He’s funny.

“I’m not joking.” That’s why I’m laughing so hard. But I can’t tell him that because I can’t stop laughing.

After a few minutes, I try to take big breaths of air and calm my laughter, because my stomach is hurting and people really look at me like I’m crazy, and some are even annoyed.

“You’re just like my best friend,” I accused after I remotely calmed down.

“Smart girl or boy, and it’s clear as daylight that you want him as well, and on good reasons. So, why won’t you?” The laughter fades as I remember once again that he’s my student and 17 or 18.

“Impossible. And I don’t want him sooooo much. Besides, weren’t you supposed to get into my pants?” I asked in an exasperated voice, and he starts laughing out loud. His laughter is contagious, so I start laughing as well.

“We decided to be friends, so...” He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders, then wipes the tears of laughter that rolled down his cheeks.

“But still, I’ve never been on a date where the guy literally pushed me to have s*x with someone else.”

“I told you, I’m realistic.”

We talked a little longer, and I did my best to avoid talking about Satan.

After we ate our dessert, I waved to the waitress to come so I can pay the bill and go home.

I still have one day to try and forget about the unholy thoughts that I have regarding Satan.

“The bill please,” I asked the waitress as she came to our table, and she smiles.

“Your bill has been paid already, sir.” Martin and I exchange a knowing look, and we both chuckle.

“May I ask by who?” I know it’s him, but I hope it’s not. That would be too damn hot!

“The gentleman that left about one hour ago. The one in black.” The pink that colors her cheeks tells me that she also found him attractive, and for a moment my mind started to wonder. Did he ask for her number? Did he pay her compliments as he pays me? But I quickly shut my brain off, because that is one line that I don’t want to cross, and it’s not a good feeling.

“Does it happen that you know his name?” Please say yes!

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t. But he did tell me to give you this.” She places a piece of paper with something written on it, and a black card that looks like a business card, but it has nothing written on it. It’s plain black.

“And he said...” She continues, and as I look up at her I see her biting her lip, looking around, her cheeks are now a bright red, so, she’s clearly embarrassed.

What in the name of God did he do now?

“Yes?” I urged her to continue, and she takes a big breath as if she prepares herself.

“I’m just telling you what he said. Don’t get mad at me.” She pleaded in a small voice, and I look at Martin again, then we both smiled. He definitely did something.

The girl takes her notepad and flips some pages before she looks back at me, waiting for an answer.

“I promise.” She takes a deep breath again, and despite the fact that her cheeks are still red, as she looks at the notepad, an amused look takes over her face.

“So, he said that if you want to prolong this failed date, to go to that address. It’s a club. Give that card to the security guard and you’ll be escorted to one of the private VIP lounges. Even though... he said that... God...” She trailed off and averts my gaze, and both Martin and I are waiting impatiently.

“Yes?” I urged again, and she takes another breath before she continues.

“Which one is Martin? You, right?” She pointed the pen in Martin’s direction, and he nods, smiling, preparing for whatever it’s gonna come.

“He said that because he is a nice guy, he’s letting you know that if you’ll have... a romantic moment with him...” She points at me, and the crimson red in her cheeks turns into an even brighter shade of red.

“Yes...?” Martin is the one that urges her this time, looking at her expectantly.

“He said that he’ll think of him, and not be in the moment with you. Well, the words he used are not the exact same words, but I’m trying to keep it PG 13.” We both burst out laughing, and the waitress lets out a breath of relief, then chuckles herself.

“I tell you, man, find out his name. If not for you, then for the rest of the world. We need to know details.” Martin said between sobs of laughter, and I laugh louder and made the waitress laugh as well, even though she has no idea what we are talking about.

“I’m happy that you didn’t get upset.”

“What for? I honestly would’ve been surprised if he wouldn’t do something like this.” I said truthfully, and she smiles, but before she goes, Martin stops her.

“Was the tip worth the embarrassment?”

“Yep. The biggest tip I ever got. So, I would definitely do it again.” That has me thinking. Our dinner was over 200 dollars, and she said that the tip was a big one. Does his family have money? But then again, who were those guys? They didn’t seem to be family friends. Is he doing something illegal?

So many damn questions and not even one damn answer.

“HOLY f*****g s**t!” Martin yells, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“What?”

“This is the address from *Shark*, one of the best, if not THE best club in New York. You need to make a reservation for months if not even a year before, to get in. It’s the kind of club with red carpet and shit.” The excitement in his eyes is quite sweet, it resembles the excitement of a kid on Christmas day.

But now I’m even more confused. How does he have access to that Club if it’s so famous?

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a club. I’m not quite the club type of guy.” I try to let him down gently, and he pouts. Literally pouts. Sweet.

“You have to!” He demands in a commanding voice that doesn’t suit him at all, making me smile.

“Do I now?” I asked with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile, and he crosses his hands over his chest and nods vigorously.

“You owe it to me. You practically drooled over the guy while we had dinner. As a date.” He emphasized the last words, then huffed, trying to make a point but not succeeding.

“Shut it. You drooled as well. Don’t think I haven’t seen you. Besides, you said we’re friends.” And we both start laughing, admitting that we’re both guilty.

“This just became the most awkward date I’ve ever had. In a good way. I haven’t had so much fun in a long time. And all thanks to Satan and his f****d up way of pursuing me.” I admitted amused, and Martin chokes on his last sip of wine and starts laughing while... dying.

“Satan?” He managed to ask between hard attempts to breathe and stop coughing.

“I don’t know his name and it’s the best nickname for him. He’s definitely tempting, forbidden, and stubborn. But I. WON’T. SIN!” I said with conviction in my voice, so much so that we start laughing again.

“But really, you can’t do this to me. We have to go. This is one in a lifetime opportunity. And VIP lounge? Only damn stars go in the VIP lounge, I don’t even know how he managed that. Pretty pleaseeeeeee.” He gives me the puppy eyes, and I roll my eyes. But deep down, I want to go. Maybe he’s also there. And that’s exactly why I shouldn’t go. But as long as I’m not doing anything...

“Stop overthinking stuff. We’ll get some nice pictures to post on social media, then we’ll get drunk and make some very embarrassing pictures that we won’t EVER show to nobody, then go to bed and regret everything in the morning because we’ll probably have the most outrageously horrible hungover. Plan?” I laugh again at his animated way of saying the plan, and he interlocks his fingers like he’s praying, giving me the upgraded puppy eyes.

“I won’t get drunk. But I guess I can watch over you. I don’t know you, but I have a feeling that even though you seem all shy and sweet, you’re some demon in disguise. So... let’s go.” I caved in a defeated voice, and he yelps, takes the card from the table, grabs my hand, and practically drags me out of the restaurant.

I hate my crazy stomach and my racing heart that feels like it’s about to crack my ribcage and fall on the ground only at the thought of seeing him there, but I ignore the sensations and feelings, repeating to myself that I still have tomorrow to accomplish my initial plan.

Yep. Tomorrow. Today I’ll just... yeah.

But maybe he’s not even there. Ok, I don’t think that I should feel so disappointed at that thought. I’m not disappointed.

Ok, I’ll just... nothing! Don’t think!



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