The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 10

I tried to back track, to think when it all went wrong. There was not one thought I had that could explain how I got from one point to the next. There was nothing that could pull me out of the strange trance I was now under. He stood at the front of the class room with his curly brown hair styled back, dressed in a three piece suit which he was now peeling his outer jacket off his body, and had a ghosting of stumble on his chin.

He was who I'd been dreaming and fantasizing for just a day. I don't know how I could move on from this point. It almost seemed impossible, too crazy to be even real at this point. He was married to my new boss and was now somehow my English professor. Simon wouldn't even begin to understand if I tried to explain it to him in simple terms.

"Hello, everyone. I'm professor Stockham. The ‘h’ is silent.” He wrote his full last name onto the white board and then underlined it. "We'll begin by discussing your syllabus and the grading system."

He strode over to his desk and pulled out a stack of papers from the messenger bag he'd sat on it. He looked up from the papers and towards one of the girls sitting in the front.

"Will you pass these out for me?" He asked with a smile that showed his almost perfectly teeth. With just a gesture of the papers, the girl melted from her seat and took the papers. When she turned around, she was blushing up to her ears with a small smile on her lips.

I glared at her and then looked down at my own desk. My hand tightened on the pen I'd grabbed before it rolled off the table's edge. I knew that it was pointless and rude to get angry over such a small thing. He was good looking. That was all.

And he's not yours to get jealous over.

I bit my lip, tucking the strand of hair that fell into my face.

He should put his jacket back on. All the girls are staring at him like he's some kind of meat to be bought from the butcher.

I should be in the front seats. If only...

I cut myself off. Shaking my head, I tried to get my mind back on track.

The girl with the papers slid two of them down our tables. Simon slid the extra towards me. When I looked at him, his gaze was on Mr. Stockham. He was totally absorbed.

I rolled my eyes, yanking the paper from his hands. He didn't even notice my hostility. Figures.

Apparently, Mr. Hot Stuff had the same effect on gay guys as the girls in this f*****g class. Good to know. Next time I won't be try to get up in the front seat. I'll let Simon get here before me and I'll camp out in the back where Mr. f**k Face won't be able to see me.

I stabbed my pen down on the corner of the paper. Mr. Stockham was saying something, but I couldn't hear anything.

The next hour was filled with Stockham—otherwise known as Nick from the unspeakable night—explaining how the grading system worked for the class, what was expected of us, and how attendance would be taken in as a participation grade as well. The words mostly flew over my head because every time I tired to focus, I looked up instead and got lost into what I wanted his hands to do to me.

It wasn’t exactly the right thing to be thinking about when I was trying to get an education on a piling debt.

Time seemed to drone on for hours though it was only two at the most. Simon leaned over to whisper something to me, but I couldn’t make out anything he was saying. My entire focus was on drying to keep my head on straight and not to think about how good Stockham looked in his shirt. And though I could sometimes evert my attention to something that wasn’t about him, I ended up thinking about his wife and my boss. If she ever found out about what had happened between us, there was no doubt in my mind the she would cut me a new one.

Class came to an end. I’d already made up my mind that there was no way that I was ever going to say a word to Mr. Stockham or even let him know that I existed. Thankfully, he didn’t know my name, so if he ever saw it on an assignment or on file, he wouldn’t even make the connection. I also looked differently than I had at the club and the lights had been dark inside. It seemed that had been the only good thing to come out of the whole ordeal.

I packed up my bag, throwing my pencil case inside along with my notebook and textbook. I slung my bag over my shoulder and didn’t even wait for Simon to catch up to me before I was out of there.

“Julie!” Simon called after me.

I put a hand to my face, shielding the worried look that had come over me. My walking slowed as I waited for him to catch up to me. My thoughts were racing as he finally came to my side. I already knew he was going to make a fuss over this. The one thing Simon hated was being ignored. I don’t know how he managed to make it through working at Barlo’s working under Tiffany. She was the queen at ignoring anyone that wasn’t up to her status.

“What the hell was that?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Simon gaped at me. “What do you mean ‘I don’t know what you mean’? You blacked out back there and then raced out of the room like someone was riding your ass.”

I tried to not think too much on the whole ‘riding you ass’ phrase. My head was really in not the right frame right now.

“Nothing happened, so just drop it.”

I shoved the doors open and strode across campus to get to my car. Simon still followed me even though he had another class in the opposite direction. As I fumbled with my car keys, he leaned against the hood of my car.

“Oh my god. You want to f**k him.”

“s**t!”

My keys dropped to the ground. I bent over to pick them up. A flickering memory ran through my head about this same situation. It reminded me of just yesterday when I’d found out Nate was married. This was such a f*****g mess that I couldn’t even wrap my head around. What were the chances that the man I’d slept with was my teacher and married to my new boss? It still didn’t make since when I boiled it down to that.

“You’re absolutely crazy,” I say while unlocking my car. I opened the door and threw my bag into the passenger seat. I turned to Simon. “Do you want a ride or are you going to keep annoying me?”

He smirked. “Don’t lie. You’re a bad liar.”

I rolled my eyes. “Piss off.”

Simon walked away with the smuggest of looks. I sat in my car, watching him go, still reeling from the shock.

When I finally found the nerve to drive out of there, I just happened to notice Amelia driving into the parking lot.