Chapter 9
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I told myself I didn’t care about what happened. Though now that I was waking up Monday morning, I wasn’t so sure I could look past Melanie’s obvious feelings. She’d surprised me last night. Saturday night might have twisted my life view, I was able to forget about it. Yet, Melanie had only made it worse when she tried to kiss me.
It almost didn’t feel real.
Standing in the middle of our shared bathroom, I touched the tips of my fingers to my lips.
She had kissed me. Just not last night. Two days ago while a man I didn’t know was pressed against my back. I’d let them do things to me that I was too scared to even think about. Though my mind thought it would funny to do that for me.
I pulled my t-shirt on. The random print was chipping off. The ugly lettering now read “s-ag” instead of “swag”. How fitting.
My heart picked up as I opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked my head out. The hallway was empty and silent, just as it had been before I got into the shower. With a shaky breath, I tiptoed down to my bedroom. On the way I had to pass Melanie’s room.
Outside the closed door, I heard a sound.
Against every fiber in my body and the voice in the back of my mind, I paused. My feet shook as I tried to stay on my toes. I leaned over, cupping my ear, and tried to pick up on the noises.
“Oh, fuuuck.”
Something hit against the wall. I jumped back, pressing my open palm to my chest.
My face burned as I realized exactly what I was hearing. No longer interested on what she was doing in there, I ran back to my room and pressed my back against the door. The fear racing through my veins was as silly as my fear of being caught outside her bedroom door. This was Melanie I was talking about. She was my best friend. Yeah, we had a wild night Saturday and she had feelings for me. That didn’t change the fact that she’s been my best and only friend for almost ten years. That shouldn’t change now.
This was just a hurdle we had to get over.
I leaned against the door and let my head fall against it. The small noises coming from her room two doors down echoed through the house. The thin walls weren't enough to block her soft moans from my ears. My face burned and the tips of my ears were still affected though I tried to settle my racing heart. Down below, I could feel the effects start to take a toll on my body.
I took a deep breath and pushed away towards my bed. My shaking hands grabbed my back. I didn't have to think as I started shoving my thrown books into my bag. I grabbed my notebooks, my pencil bag, and my phone and threw them into the bottom of the bag. When my phone hit the cover of my English textbook, I paused.
The memory of shoving that f*****g phone down the cushions of the couch came hurling back at me. I remember stumbling out of my bedroom late that night, searching for it when I heard her making her way to the bathroom.
I shouldn't be so scared of her. There was no reason I should feel this upset about a mistake we both made.
But she was hiding more than a fantasy. She wanted to be with me like I wanted to be with a man.
That wasn't normal.
I cursed myself for thinking such a horrible thing and zipped up my bag. The tears were pushing forward in my eyes. If I didn't get out of here soon enough there would be nothing to stop me from crying until I caught her attention.
With that on my mind, I slung my bag over my shoulders and rushed out of my room.
***
Simon met me outside the English building. He stood with his hands in his pockets, wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, and white converse. He smiled at me as I stepped out of my car.
"So?" He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Um, what?" I said as I searched for my phone. I knew it had been a bad idea to throw it into the bottom of my bag. While I searched, I felt Simon's gaze intensify.
"How did the rest of work go?"
I looked up from my bag with a curious look. "What do you mean?"
He rolled his eyes. "With Amelia, obviously!"
I shook my head and then went back to searching for my lost phone. God, if I broke it there would be no way I would be able to replace it. It would definitely break my bank account if I didn't have it.
"There's nothing to talk about."
Amelia was married to Nate. That was the f*****g thing to talk about. The only thing that stood in the way between me and that juicy gossip was the fact that Simon could never know about how I slept with not only Melanie but also a married man.
I finally spotted my phone being crushed by the corner of my textbook. With a sigh, I grabbed it and checked the screen. Nothing wrong.
The screen conveniently blinked on. A new message from Melanie.
She was still trying. I shut my phone off and slid it into my back pocket.
I zipped my bag up and tried to forget about the message waiting for my reply. Thank goodness I didn't read it. I wouldn't have been able to ignore anything she was saying as of right now. With my mind still focused on today, the beginning of a new semester, I was able to at least shove some things out of my head.
Simon slid his arm from my shoulder and turned me to face him. I raised my brow, but let him.
"Jules, what happened?" By the look on his face, I knew he was worried. His brows were scrunched together and his mouth was turned down into a frown. I hated that look. It meant he wasn't going to stop asking questions until he made absolutely sure that I was going to be okay.
I shrugged my shoulders. "There's nothing to talk about. I went home after you did."
He didn't look like he bought the lie. "I saw her heading towards you. Are you telling me that the s****l tension I felt was nothing?"
"Yes," I said. "You were wrong. Just get over it."
I let myself slip a laugh in. Still, Simon wasn't letting it slip on by. I walked towards the front doors of the building. There was no way that this mess was going to make me late for class. If there was one thing I could control in this chaos, it was getting to class on time. The worst thing that could happen to me now was making a bad impression on my professors.
Simon followed me, but he was still trying to get an answer from me.
"She didn't even talk to you?"
"No. Just stop. I don't have anything to tell you. There's nothing going on between us, not even if you think there is."
Simon said something under his breath, but I pretended to not hear it. It really didn't matter what he thought was happening or what he thought he saw. The truth was that Amelia would probably try to kill me if she found out what I'd done with her husband.
My gut twisted when he thought about that.
The class door came into view. There were already a few students filing in. I prayed that we got seats closer to the front. Like it or not, those who sat in the front usually got special treatment. I wished someone had told me back in Freshmen year instead of letting me find that out when I was already halfway through getting my degree.
Simon was still shooting me daggers by the time we found some seats in the middle. It wasn't the best, but it was better than sitting in the back where I knew we wouldn't have a good view of the board or wouldn't have the best hearing.
I sat my bag on the end of the long table. Simon slid in first for the middle seat and I sat down at the end.
Just as I was sitting, I felt my phone buzz.
I grabbed it without thinking and answered the call.
"Hello?"
There was a strange noise on the other end.
"Hello?" I repeated.
Simon gave me a weird look. I waved my hand to let him know that it was nothing. I turned to the other side so that I didn't have to look at him as I tried to figure out who was calling me. With that in mind, I pulled my phone away from my face and looked down at the screen. It was an unknown number which was ared flag. I put my phone back to my ear.
"Jules..."
I knew then that it was Melanie. Before I could say a word, another strange sound came from the other line. I opened my mouth, ready to tell her off when I heard her moan.
At first, I thought she might be hurt, but then I remembered that before I left for school what she'd been doing in her bedroom. My face became beet red. I should have hung up right then.
But I don't know why I didn't do that. Instead, I kept my phone pressed against my ear. I stilled my breathing. There were other students around us. I covered the speak with my free hand so that Simon wouldn't be able to overhear what was happening.
"Mel, hang up. Right now."
"No," She said, letting out another long moan. I heard squelch and a bang. "Want to hear your voice."
"You're sick."
She laughed. "Yeah. I'm sick."
She let out a squeak. "Fuuck. My fingers are so deep in my p***y. I wish they were yours."
"Stop it." My voice doesn't sound like my own. I sound like some person that has been starved for days. I don't know who this person is.
"Make me."
I can only imagine what she's doing. She's spreading her legs, her panties pulled down to her ankles, and her hand fluttering over her wet cut. Her face is covered in sweat. Locks of her hair is stuck to the sides of her face, her hand lifting her shirt so that her breasts are on full display.
And then, I'm there.
I'm on the bed sitting on the heels of my feet. She spreads her p***y lips for me. I lick my lips.
Her naked breasts jiggle as she takes in a sharp breath. She smiles down at me.
"Please."
I snap out of the daydream. On the other side of the phone, Melanie moans one more time.
She's coming. I know somehow that she's on the tip of climax and that I was the one to send her over.
I had done that with just my voice.
"Thanks."
I hang up on her and shove my phone into my pocket.
Simon leans over towards me. "Who was that?"
"No one."
While staring down at the desk, I mindlessly pull out my book and a pen. The doors to the classroom open.
"Good morning everyone."
I finally look up from the textbook and to the man who is our professor.
As I take in the brown hair and blue eyes, I drop my pen. It clatters down onto the desk.
I can barely hear Simon as he asked, "Julie? Are you okay?"
The words are stuck in my throat.
Standing in front of the class is the man that has been haunting my fantasies since Saturday.
Nate.
He was my professor.
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