● Chapter Eleven ●
All night my mind kept drifting towards what Mr. Giordano said no matter what I did to keep thinking about it. It was hard and every time I thought about it my body goes all hot and thoughts that shouldn't even be crossing my mind do and I find myself wanting Mr. Giordano to touch me, to kiss me.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Jason asks me as soon as I walk to my locker where I was waiting for me. I look down at my clothes, a black crop top, white skinny jeans, and black heels. Clothes that I normally would wear.
"What do you mean, I always wear this," I say raising an eyebrow to which he shakes his head gripping the one shoulder strap to his backpack.
"Not with those shoes or lip color." He points at my red lips. I roll my eyes unlocking my locker and throw
