Don't Tempt Me

Temper

ELLA

When Damien left, I sank against the side of the house, letting out a deep breath. This was not how I expected my night to go. I was glad for the help, but it was crazy how turned on I was. Watching him cutting boards for me, the way the muscles in his arms worked, had me thinking all manner of nasty thoughts.

The fact that he was my neighbour was crazy too. I knew someone had moved in, but I wasn't nosey enough to look into it. Kind of wish I had now. The thought of seeing him outside of school, so close, made me excited. Which was wrong. And stupid. To him, I was a kid, nothing more.

I made my way inside, heading to the fridge. I was starving after working that much. Before I could even get the door open, the doorbell rang. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Had Damien forgotten something? I walked to the door and pulled it open.

"Hey Ella." Jason was standing on my doorstep. What the hell?

"Uh, hi?" I said.

"What's up?"

I blinked at him. He had never, ever come to my house. Nobody ever came to my house, except Megan. I didn't even know he knew where I lived.

"Nothing..." I said slowly.

"Cool. Sorry to drop in on you like this, but I wanted to talk to you." He tried to step inside, but I threw my arm out, blocking him.

"We can talk out here."

"Whatever. I was just wondering if you have a date for the homecoming dance?"

Whoa. And unexpected.

"No. But I'm not going anyways. I don't go to those things."

"Oh. So you wouldn't go with me?"

"Why aren't you taking Angel?" I asked curiously. Not ten hours ago, he was grabbing her ass in front of me.

"Yeah, right! She's a cheating b***h!"

Alright. Everyone knew that, but it wasn't really my problem. "Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know. You're kinda cool." He shrugged.

I raised one eyebrow. "Sorry Jason. Like I said, I'm not going. And... if we're being bluntly honest here, I don't like you."

"Okay. Well, maybe you'll change your mind." He waved and walked away. I stood on the doorstep, shocked. What the f**k just happened? Slowly, I closed the door, shaking my head. I was going to go with the assumption that Jason was playing some wierd prank on me.

The rest of my night consisted of spaghetti and leftover sauce, a hot shower, and doing my science homework. By the time I went to bed, it was eleven. Curling up in my blanket, I closed my eyes. But sleep evaded me. In its place, images of my afternoon with Damien ran through my mind. I groaned and rolled over. Adjusted my pillow. Rearranged the blankets. No matter what I did though, I couldn't get him out of my head.

"f**k it." I snapped to myself. I pulled my bottoms down, closing my eyes again. I imagined Damien over me, playing with me. His musclar arms holding me, his long fingers working themselves over my body.

I moved my fingers to my clit, rubbing slow circles as the images in my head became dirtier and dirtier. I imagined him bending me over his desk at school, taking me from behind, getting wetter as I softly moaned. Rubbing faster and harder, I thought about what it would feel like to feel him pounding into me. My core tightened, my p***y clenching.

"Ohh.... Damien..." I groaned. I came hard, gasping and moaning for a man I couldn't have outside of my fantasies.

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The next day, I was sitting in the cafeteria, trying to pay attention to Megan. She was going on about some party this weekend, wanting me to go with her.

"You have to go!" She whined.

"I can't. You know I work that night." I took a bite of my sandwich.

"Ugh, fine!" She slumped in her chair.

"Since when do you go to parties anyways?" I asked her.

"Since we became seniors! This is our last year as highschool students. I want to make the most of it."

"Well, you go make the most of it then. You know I don't party, even if I wasn't working." She rolled her eyes.

"You need to let loose Ella. Life isn't all studying and building stuff. Have fun once in a while."

"I'll work on that." I glanced around and saw Damien talking to Mr. Smith. He looked good today, dressed in light blue jeans, and a half sleeve black button down.

"He's so f*****g hot." Megan was staring at him too, licking her lips.

"I guess." I shrugged, looking away.

"Oh please! If he wasn't a teacher, I'd be on him like white on rice."

"You know there are other kinds of rice besides white, right?"

She shot me the finger and I laughed.

"I'll say it again Ells. You're so lucky to have him as a teacher." She fanned herself and pretended to swoon. I didn't say anything. It was embarrassing enough admitting to myself that I had a small crush on him. I wasn't going to admit it out loud.

"So, Jason came to my house last night." I quickly changed the subject.

"Jason? As in, Jason Walters, Jason?" Her eyes widened.

"The one and only." I said, finishing my sandwich.

"Why?!"

"He asked me to the homecoming dance. Apparently Angel cheated on him, again."

"Shocker. What did you say?"

"No, of course! Megan, it's Jason. He's cheated on Angel as much as she's done it to him. He's a pig!" I exclaimed.

"True fact. But why did he ask you?"

"I asked him the same thing. His exact words were, "I don't know. You're kinda cool.' " I scoffed.

"Wow. The words to a ladies heart." She shook her head. "He's definitely not the one you want to lose your V-card to."

"Jesus, say it a little louder Megan!" I scolded her. Yes, I was still a virgin. I wasn't that innocent though; I enjoyed porn as much as the next person. And I obviously m*********d. The closest I'd come to hooking up was in tenth grade, with my week-long boyfriend, Steven. I'd dumped him though, when he wanted me to put out and bitched when I said no.

"What? Seriously, Ella, how many girls in this school can claim their still a virgin? Truthfully, I mean?" She had a point there. Still, it wasn't something I advertised.

The bell rang, saving me from talking about my innocence any longer. We said our goodbyes, and headed to our classes. Mr. Vanner gave us more homework, of course. I found myself looking at the clock more than I should be, waiting for my last class. When the time finally came, I rushed to class.

As soon as I was at my table, Jason walked over, leaning across my station. I leaned away from him, putting distance between us.

"Hey Ella."

"Hi?"

"Have you decided yet?" He asked.

Seriously?

"Uhm, Jason I already decided. I told you no last night."

"Yeah, but I was hoping you'd sleep on it and change your mind." He flashed me his trademark grin, the one all the girls fell for. I looked back at him dispassionately.

"My answer is no, Jason." I made my tone firm, hoping he got the hint and dropped it. His grin faded, his expression turning dark. I almost flinched at the sudden change. He walked away, and I turned my attention the the front of the class, just as Damien walked in.

"Afternoon guys." He glanced at me. "And girls." A couple people snickered. "Today, I want you guys to start working out your projects. I know you have the whole year, but I expect you to put a year's worth of thought, planning, and designing into this. Get started."

He sat at his desk, turning on his computer. Everyone around me started pulling out sheets of paper and pencils, so that's what I did. However, I kept glancing up at Mr. Black. He seemed agitated, moody. I chalked it up to teacher stuff, and focused on what I was doing. I had a basic idea of what I wanted to build, but I was worried it was too big. He never specified how large the projects had to be, just that he didn't want anything like a birdhouse. I decided to ask him after class.

For the next hour and a half, I sketched out my design, adding and taking things away. When the bell rang, I stayed in my seat.

"Problem Ella?" Damiens tone was almost rude.

"Uh... no. I just had a question."

"Why didn't you ask during class?" Again, rude.

"I didn't want the guys thinking I was dumb." I blurted out. His expression softened somewhat.

"What do you need?" He asked.

I stood up and walked to his desk, placing my sketch on his desk. "I'm worried that this will be too big. You never told us how large we could build."

He looked over my drawing. "I think you could shorten down the dimensions to a more medium size." He handed it back. "Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Alright." His tone was dismissive.

"Are you able to come help tonight?" I don't know why I asked. He glanced up at me and I knew the answer before he said it.

"Not tonight." He stared at his computer screen.

I walked out of the room without another word.

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The rest of the week went by the same. Damien never came to help me with the pool deck again, but thanks to his help that first day, I was close to finishing the outside. I asked very few questions in class, and he never called on me for an answer. He was acting like a teacher.

Because he is your teacher, stupid!

When Friday came, I couldn't be happier. I was watching the clock, tuning out Mr. Black explaining how to use a reciprocating saw. I'd used one a hundred times, it wasn't new. When the bell finally rang, I packed up my stuff.

"Ella?" He was leaning on his desk, like he'd done the first day of school.

"Yeah?"

"Stay."

I sat back down. After everyone was gone, Damien closed the door, before turning to me.

"Problem Mr. Black?" I quoted him from the other day sarcastically. His eyes hardened.

"No. And I don't appreciate your tone right now." He crossed his arms.

"Whatever." I mumbled. He ignored my attitude.

"I wanted to talk to you about your design. I've thought about it, and after looking over everyone else's, I've decided that it is too big."

I stared at him. "What?"

"I think you could make something else. It shouldn't be an issue for you."

"You're joking right?"

"No."

I shoved away from the desk, grabbing my stuff.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Home."

"Ella-"

I swung around to face him. "What do you want me to do? Build a miniature version of the Taj Mahal? News flash- Half the kids in here are planning to do that. Why are you shooting down my design?"

"I told you-"

"You had no problem with it before." I snapped. "You're just being an ass." I yanked the door open and walked out. Never had I spoken to a teacher like that. But he seriously pissed me off! He was basically asking me not to do my best.

Or he doesn't want me showing up the guys.

Either way, f**k him. I'd build whatever I wanted. I'd submit the whole f*****g pool deck if I wanted.

I raged all the way home, slamming the front door. Grabbing an apple from the kitchen, I flopped down on the couch, flipping through t.v. channels. My phone buzzed.

Megan: Hey! You sure you don't want to come tomorrow?

Me: Positive. Still have to work too.

Megan: Fine :(

Me: Have fun.

The doorbell rang. I groaned, getting up to answer it. Once again, Jason was standing there. I was so not in the mood for this.

"Hey El-"

"What do you want Jason?" I cut him off. "It better not be about the dance."

"You really won't go with me?" He looked offended.

"No!"

"Why?"

My patience had run out. "You really want to know why? Because you're a pig Jason. You b***h and moan about Angel cheating on you all the time, but you've f****d just as many girls behind her back! On top of that, you won't stop bugging me about this, even though I've made it pretty clear that my answer is no. You've shown up at my house unannounced, twice now! Why can't you take the f*****g hint?! I don't like you!" I yelled.

Before he could say anything else, I slammed the door in his face.