First off, you guys are amazing. The amount of reviews that I get for each chapter is incredible. And some of them are so cute. Haha.
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pearlsnpolos16: I'm going to leave it in just Bella's POV because then what Bella feels, the uncertainty of Alice liking her back of not, you will feel as well which I think makes the story a thousand times better.
And to the rest of you who have said that you have had crushes on your teachers, so have I. Lol. Brings back memories. *sigh*
There's also a lemon this chapter. If you don't like those, don't read it. You've been warned…
"Our first pep rally as seniors!" Eric exclaimed while we stood in the senior section of the gym, waiting for everyone else to get there and get situated so it could begin. The cheerleaders were in front of us, half-heartedly doing their cheer routines.
I nodded, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched him jittering with excitement once again. "I wonder how you're going to be at the big events, Eric. Like…your wedding or the birth of your baby."
Angela rolled her eyes. "He'll probably pass out."
Jessica chipped in with, "That'd be totally embarrassing if you did that. I really hope you don't. I think I heard about a guy who actually did that one time."
"No," he looked as though he was scrambling for something to say but then realization crossed his face and he took a step to Angela, sliding his arms around her waist. "I'll have you to steady me during those times."
She looked into his eyes for a moment, seemingly flattered but then she scrunched her face up, looking at him with sarcasm. "Do you guys have like, a group? Where you discuss and agree on cheesy things to say at the appropriate moments?" I could tell that she wasn't being mean, just funny and teasing him.
Apparently he caught on too and with a smirk, answered her. "Actually, yes. We get together every Wednesday and then play fantasy football afterwards."
She paused for a moment and I could see a smile tugging at her lips. "Keep on going. It's working," she smiled and then leaned up and kissed him. Jessica looked on, completely envious. She was probably picturing when Mike would someday declare his love for her. Gross.
I looked around the gym, since I was feeling like a creeper watching them kiss and saw Ms. Houser, our old Chemistry teacher glaring at Eric and Angela, starting to walk over. Everyone had this idea that she hasn't gotten laid in like, thirty years and that's why she's such a bitch to us because obviously, we're getting some all the time.
"Angela! Eric!" I urgently called them and they pulled apart, still in their lovey-dovey world where everything is perfect. I nodded towards Ms. Houser, raising my eyebrows and then they discreetly disentangled themselves from one another but still loosely held hands.
Mike pushed through the crowd, completing our circle and mumbled about how his teacher was a bitch and wouldn't let his class go.
"Yeah, she is a bitch. I like, had her last year and absolutely hated her," Jessica agreed which was a total lie. Jessica loved her. I remembered her talking about how awesome her class was. Well, since Mike hated her, now Jessica did as well. Sometimes what girls say and do to get a boy to like them is just pathetic.
Our principal shuffled forward, a couple papers in his hand and looked around at us all before he said in a very loud voice, "Let's give it up for another year!" Everyone cheered and screamed, especially in the senior section while I clapped. Some of the school spirit was outrageous. Some students had obviously skipped class to change into ridiculous clothing sporting our school colors even if it looked incredibly tacky and painted on their face were our colors or our graduation year.
"Alright, we got an announcement first. We have a new faculty member with us this year. She's in the math department and we're so happy that she's with us," he turned, looking for Ms. Brandon. Oh no. I felt awful for her. She clearly said that she did not want this to happen. I scanned the gym and found her talking with the baseball coach, leaning against the wall. Our principal said her name and her head jerked towards him, a look of confusion and then fear came across her face. I couldn't help but giggle at this disaster waiting to happen. She bit her lip, coming forward. She looked vulnerable and cute at the same time.
"Let's give her a great big welcome!" Our principal finished, moving his hand towards her, showcasing.
She looked incredibly nervous and just smiled tightly and waved to every grade. She looked happy and vibrant but I could tell she secretly hated all this attention, especially all of the inappropriate whistles from the boys. When she got to our section, she somehow found me in the mass of bodies within seconds and very quickly, when seeing my mocking smirk, pointed at me, raised her eyebrows and shook her head, as if saying, I'm going to get you for that later.
"We got a game against Rodney tonight!" He continued as Ms. Brandon walked away to the baseball coach again and once he said our rival school's name, "Boo's" erupted from everyone in the gym to which he smiled at. "Are we going to beat 'em?!"
Even the outburst from my fellow seniors scared me when they screamed, "Yeah!!!"
"Let's get our football team out then, huh?" As he read the names from the list, each player came out of the locker room, decked out their pants and jerseys. Certain names got huge outbursts and some didn't get anything. Finally, my boyfriend came out, his shaggy hair slightly sweaty and hanging down past his eyes. He was smiling, vibrant and excited about tonight. His eyes were scanning the crowd as he walked across the gym to where they would sit but couldn't seem to find me. Giving up, he just looked at the super fans, pumped his helmet into the air twice and smiled brightly.
Finally after a couple of short speeches from the football players about how we were going to win, the band started playing some songs and we all left, vibrating with excitement. The principal always wanted these at the end of the day because of how pumped all the students get. If we had one at the beginning of the day, we might start a food fight during lunch. They experimented one time and did it earlier which resulted in a couple fights, a few students back talking to the teachers and a tiny food fight.
Mike nudged my arm. "Are you going to go—"
"Yes!" Jessica popped up, holding onto my other arm. "She has to go. She promised us that she would go to every single game this year." She smiled triumphantly at me after this statement to which I gave her a scowl. I think even if I hadn't agreed to their stupid idea, I would've had to have gone anyway because of Hayden.
"When does it start?" I muttered, giving in.
"Tailgate is at six and the game starts at seven," Eric answered, still holding Angela's hand.
"I didn't agree to go to any tailgate. So I will see you guys at seven, k?"
"Wear your senior shirt!" Angela shouted before I slipped out the back and headed for my car.
Everyone smelled of B.O. already. Gross. About three hundred students were squished—shoulder to shoulder—on the bleachers, all wearing one color and all speaking entirely too loudly. So far, I already knew that Lindsey and Matt were talking about how she cheated on him with some dude named Lamar and how he doesn't trust her anymore. In the nerd group, off to the side, Nikolai was telling his friends that football wasn't that hard at all. He was explaining some formula about how if you turn your wrist a certain number of degrees while throwing it at a certain speed, it will find its desired target. By now, I was getting a headache listening to him. Nikolai is the only person I know that could make football sound unbelievably difficult and confusing.
As of right now, I was on the second row with Angela to my right and Mike to my left. I was slightly worried about Hayden looking up and seeing Mike and I in such close proximity. He wouldn't be scared to drop his helmet, climb over the fence and tell Mike to "Back the fuck off my girlfriend, punk ass!" without any disregard for the little children seated with their parents on the other side of the bleachers.
As the cheerleaders did some routine that no one was paying any attention to, I looked around at the people coming in and climbing up the bleachers. I saw our principal, already looking somewhat intoxicated. He obnoxiously slapped some kid's back and said loudly, "Have a good time, son!"
Our principal was known for drinking on the job. Every once and a while, he would come on the announcements and say, "Good morning, sports fans! Uh…let's have a good day, ya here?" slurring every word together. The teacher I usually have that period, Ms. Brown, lowers her head in shame and embarrassment every time. Whenever that happens, a couple friends and I bet what drink he was chugging that day. I always go with Jack Daniels.
Something surprised me, though. I saw a petite girl carrying a familiar looking expensive purse in the small crowd below. Ms. Brandon? I thought for sure she wasn't going to come since she doesn't even understand it. As she ascended the bleachers, however, my suspicions were confirmed and it was, indeed her. There was some guy with her, though. He looked really muscular and was taller than her by a few inches. He had black, short nearly buzzed hair and had an almost teasing hidden grin placed on his lips. She and him talked animatedly and looked as if they were joking around, like they had been doing this for years. Who was he? Her boyfriend? They sure as hell looked comfortable with one another. Ms. Brandon's eyes pointed at our section while her date's eyes widened and he nodded. Her eyes scanned and met mine where she smiled softly and waved. I froze up. Did I just look like a stalker? I raised my hand as best I could in the tight, cramped space and waved awkwardly. I was just looking and observing. Ugh. I probably looked like such a creeper, watching them since they walked in. I quickly tore my gaze away from them and folded my arms across my chest, watching the cheerleaders set up a large paper banner near the end of the football field. Our football team poured out of the locker room and ran to the goal, behind the banner while the cheerleaders fumbled to set it up. I could barely make out Hayden in the mass of bodies.
"We have to go down there!" Jessica said quickly, next to Mike.
The super fans of the group raced down towards the cheerleaders and stood at the ends of the banner, cheering.
"Sure, what the hell. Let's go," I said. I shuffled along, trying not to fall on my clumsy feet as I was being pushed and shoved through the bodies and somehow we made it out. A group of students, along with my friends ran to where the super fans were. God, this field was huge. I suddenly felt self-conscious since I was facing our side and not our enemy's side. Was Ms. Brandon watching? I wonder if I looked like a dumb ass in her eyes.
"Bella!"
I turned to see Hayden with his helmet on, black war paint below his eyes. He smiled and left his group to come up and hug me, lifting me off the ground. He smelled awful but I still hugged him back as best I could.
"I'm so happy you came," he said as he set me down on the ground, his hands still on my waist.
I thought it was best to leave out that I was pretty much forced to come. "Yeah, well. I wanted to support you, babe."
His smile grew if that was possible. His eyes darted to the sidelines before he removed his helmet—his hair was shaved down to a buzz now—and leaned down, kissing me. I was stunned for a moment from the sudden movement but kissed him back briefly.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he ran his hand over his very short hair. "I just had to. Thank God Coach wasn't out here or my ass would be on the line." So that's what he was doing when he looked over.
"Your hair is gone."
"Yeah. Me and the guys got together after school and did it."
I noticed. It wasn't exactly even in some areas and he had a bald spot near his left ear which I bet he didn't know about. I thought it would be best to tell him after the game.
"I know you like my hair long but I had to do it."
"I know," I said quietly as I looked up at him. "Just kick some ass tonight, k?"
"I'm really nervous. Scared shitless, actually." My hand was on his chest as he held onto me. I knew he was. I could feel his heart racing. "What do I get if I win?" He suggestively raised his eyebrows, joking around.
I started giggling and nodded. "Yes. If you win."
He smiled and kissed me quickly one more time and then put his helmet back on and left me to go back to his teammates.
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We actually were doing pretty damn well. We were up nine to zero. Our defense was really fucking good this year. Hayden had gotten sacked once, but other than that, he was doing really well. I guess my proposal helped his spirits up.
Halftime came and everyone sat down, awkwardly hitting the person closest to them and apologizing. Football actually wasn't that bad. I kind of wish that I had gone to earlier games during my three years here instead of waiting.
"Are you guys thirsty?" I asked, my voice sounding completely alien to me after all the screaming.
"Oh my god yes," Jessica said and stood, digging into her pockets. "If I give you money, could you get me a drink, Bella?"
"Me too?" Angela asked, next to Eric. Um, shouldn't that be the boyfriend's job?
"Yeah, me too, please." Eric followed after her. What a lazy ass.
"Yeah, sure. Give me the money," I muttered. As they reached for their money, Mike offered to go with me, resulting in me receiving a very menacing glare for Jessica, warning me. I declined politely and struggled down the bleachers, making sure to watch my feet. On the level ground, I thought I was fine until James, who had all of his gear off and was just wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, stumbled into me and mumbled an apology quickly, his face anxious and fretful before striding past me. I turned to watch him run to his mother, who I had to help out a year ago for her bakery, and look at her pleadingly before running his hands through his hair slowly, stopping at the base and suddenly punched the gate next to her which was the barrier to the field. He was probably whining about the fact that he couldn't play in the game.
The line was long as hell, of course. I sighed, folding my arms across my chest and waited patiently as I watched the cheerleaders dance to the band's song. I got bored of that very quickly and counted my money again to make sure I had enough. What the hell? Where did that dollar go? I looked around my feet to no avail and then realized that I must've dropped it when James ran into me. Motherfucker.
I turned to the person behind me, looking at my money. "Excuse me. Do you have a dollar I could maybe borrow?"
"Hey, Bella." A perfect voice responded. My face began to burn with that familiar blush.
I looked up to meet Ms. Brandon's chocolate brown eyes. "Heyyy," I replied stupidly.
"I think I do. Hold on." She reached into her purse that was hanging off her shoulder and pulled out a black wallet with some label on the fold. She pulled out a crisp dollar and held it out. "Here ya go." I reached for it, accidentally brushing against her fingers in the process. That damn familiar tingle danced across my fingertips.
"I thought you said you weren't going to come."
She shrugged and pointed to her date. "Once I mentioned that there was a football game tonight, he all but dragged me here."
So he's her boyfriend? I felt my body tense as I looked at him playing on his cell phone in his leisurely position. He should be down here, keeping her company like a good date should.
"I kind of have to be here too, actually."
"Oh yeah. Your boyfriend," she said. I detected something in her tone but couldn't make out what it was. I was also surprised that she even remembered that tiny bit of information. "I was watching earlier before they ran through that banner. He looks really cute, Bella." She paused. "Oh god. I just sounded like a cougar, didn't I?" She started laughing, as did I but somewhat hesitantly because I was still fidgeting over the fact that she was watching me kiss him.
"Come on, unless you're like, thirty you can't be considered a cougar just yet."
"Thank god. I want to be twenty-four forever."
"You're twenty-four?"
"Why? Do I look twenty-five?"
I laughed a little and she smiled, glancing down at mine. She nodded to the space behind me and I noticed that the line had moved. I stepped backwards, keeping my attention completely on her. "No. It's just, with all the schooling and stuff it takes to become a teacher, I thought for sure that you'd be at least twenty-eight."
"Oh no. I skipped a couple grades when I was younger. And I graduated high school early with college credits."
My eyebrows rose. "Wow. I wish I was smart like that."
"Yeah, about that, Bella. I meant to talk to you earlier in class today but I had never got around to it. I noticed that you're having some trouble with some problems on the homework I assigned. You know, if you want, I could tutor you. It'd be no problem at all, honey." Again, she nodded behind me after she said this and I took a step back only to meet a wooden wall. Oh.
I turned and saw a guy behind the counter with a perplexed look on his face. "Uh, can I get four waters?" I hurriedly said.
He nodded and stepped away from the counter.
"By the way, I saw you laughing at me during the pep rally, missy." Ms. Brandon said behind me. I looked over my shoulder and chuckled.
"You looked terrified. How could I not laugh?"
"You just wait. I'll get you back," she teased.
"Here ya go. Four waters, ma'am." The man's deep voice startled me compared to Ms. Brandon's velvety, soft one and I admit; I jumped a little. As I handed him the money, I heard her soft giggle in the background.
"Thank you," I said to him quietly and then stepped off to the side, putting my change in my back pocket.
"Can I get two waters, some nachos, popcorn and a hot dog?"
Damn. Her date can eat. I hope that's his money paying and sure as hell not hers.
"Anyway, thanks again for the money, Ms. Brandon. I'll pay you back tomorrow," I said and started to turn but she said my name and made me stop. "Yeah?"
"Between you and me, it's Alice, k?" She winked playfully and all I could think about is how she should be a Victoria's Secret model with that damn wink. "Just don't say that during class, otherwise your classmates will murder me."
I nodded meekly. "A-alright. See ya later…Alice." It felt weird but somehow right on my tongue I noted as I walked back to the bleachers.
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"Seniors 2010!" Hayden said at the front of his living room, standing on top of his couch with his beer raised high in the air. Everyone at the party screamed and took huge gulps of their alcohol, including Nikolai. I don't know how he got into this party but some way or another, he did. He struggled and coughed, holding onto his stomach and his tiny body shook.
"Whoo!" He said afterwards, his head darting up and his large glasses suffering his sudden movement. They flew across the room and hit a shot glass on the coffee table. He moved hesitantly towards the table, his hands outstretched and sheepishly put them back on, looking around the room carefully. Once he realized no one saw what he did and failed to notice that I was watching, his whole demeanor changed as he jumped into a group of girls and started wildly gyrating in the air. I couldn't stop the laugh that erupted.
"What's so funny?" Hayden breathed into my ear as he slid his arms around my waist. I could hear the happiness in his voice shining through. We had won the game seventeen to ten and despite the security guards attempts, the entire student body had climbed over the fence and rushed onto the field to celebrate with our team. In seven years, we had finally beaten our rival.
I turned, slipping my arms around his neck and felt nostalgia when I couldn't grasp his long hair. "Nothing. Don't worry about it," I whispered. I looked at his green eyes, centimeters away.
"I have something to tell you," he whispered back. Even with all the rush of commotion and craziness going on around us, we were whispering like it was completely silent and didn't want to break this moment between the both of us.
Suddenly, my heart twisted. I really hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. "Yeah?" I nuzzled my nose against his and gave him a quick peck. His hands tightened and bunched up the rim of my shirt. Don't tell me you love me. Please don't. My breath caught, seeing him take in a deep breath.
"I…" Oh god. "…think you should take a shower. You smell awful, baby."
My brow furrowed and I pulled back to take in his entire expression. It was amused but still had a glow of happiness from our victory.
I let go of him and stepped back. "You smell bad too."
"It's settled then. Let's take a shower together." He said, his eyes smothering towards me and he reached his hands forward to grasp for me again.
"Later. You have way too many people here right now."
"I'll hold you to that."
A crash sounded from the kitchen and he rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth before he placed a kiss on my forehead and muttered something and left me alone. I heard him yell something at some poor person and assumed that whoever it was was going to sourly regret coming to this party. I sighed, placing my beer against my forehead to attempt to soothe my headache. This was going to be a long night.
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"Yeah, Charlie. I'll be fine. Angela and I are just going to watch some movies and then go to sleep." My lie came out so easily I was even surprised with myself. Hayden continued stroking my stomach with his hand despite the fact that I was trying to speak with my father. He made matters worse by leaning down and sucking on my neck in that one particular spot that he knew drove me crazy. I groaned and felt him smile against my skin.
"Oh no. Just hit her coffee table. I'm fine. Ok, ok. Yeah." I really wasn't listening to Charlie and didn't give a fuck what he was going to do tomorrow. All I cared about was the wetness pooling between my thighs from Hayden's expert lips, tongue and teeth. He knew it drove me crazy when he nipped at my skin and then soothed it by licking over the spot.
"Ok. Bye!" I tossed the phone to the corner of the bed we were on and quickly sat up to straddle Hayden. "I cannot believe," I took off my shirt, "that you did that when I was on the phone with him."
Everyone had left the party two hours after it started because too much stuff was starting to break and Hayden was getting extremely upset. I knew that look that was coming over his face. He was about to beat the shit out of someone. I had to go up to him, grab his face and tell him to look at me as I told him to calm down. It had worked and I told him to go upstairs and I would take care of everyone. He offered to help but I know cleaning up the broken objects would only result in him getting angry again. I had ushered everyone out and called for cabs for people who couldn't carpool with friends and had cleaned up the place fairly well in the quickest time that I could.
He laughed and sat up, letting me take off his shirt. "You enjoyed it," he said prior to picking me up like I was twenty pounds and then putting me back on the bed. He pressed into me, his erection digging into my thigh. He took off my bra in one swift motion, his calloused hand squeezing my left breast as he kissed me. He traveled lower, taking my right nipple into his mouth. I hissed, arching my back. He pinched my left nipple as he bit on my right and soothed it with his tongue. God, he was driving me crazy. I tried to pull at his hair but there was little to hold onto. As he did this, he surprised me by suddenly thrusting against me, his jean-clad erection pushing against my pussy.
"Oh, God." The want that coursed through me was incredible. "Hayden," I moaned, scratching my nails on his shoulders. He continued to push against me as he moved to my other breast. His hand traveled lower to unbutton my jeans and slid under to gently caress me over my thong. God. Just touch me.
I groaned, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushed against him so his hand flattened against my pussy. He groaned, feeling how wet I was.
"Fuck, Bells." He pulled his hand out and leaned up to kiss me again. My nails scratched at his abs, feelings goose bumps rise on his skin.
I hastily unbuttoned his jeans as he hovered over me and then pushed him to the side so he fell on his back. His jeans were flung across the room and his erection stood tall, waiting for me.
"Why do you always go commando?" I panted as I crawled up and kneeled, waiting for his answer while one hand stroked the tip. He bucked his hips and groaned.
"So I can," he stopped, groaning when I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. "Fuck. Always—" Another moan erupted from his throat when I fondled his balls and tried to take him all the way in. "Ready for you." He finished but the question was long out of my mind when I swirled my tongue around his tip, earning another buck of his hips.
I bobbed my head up and down, glancing up at him to see his hand tight around the sheets. I stopped for a moment and leaned forward, grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head. "It's okay." He nodded and I took him in again but this time, he pushed me down so my mouth took in a lot more than before. His hand gripped my hair tightly, sending a wave of arousal through my body. I sucked him all the way, until my nose was mashed in his damp pubic hair, and felt his cock burrow into my throat.
"I can't last. I want to come with you, Bella," he grunted and I gave him one last long lick around his cock and then crawled back up to him. "You're so sexy, you know that?"
I stroked him, lazily as I leaned in and kissed him again. His hand brushed mine away from his cock and then reached my thighs. He teased me, caressing near the edge of my thong.
"Hayden, please."
Finally, he tugged them down and without warning, pushed one finger in deep. I gasped and arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest. "You are so fucking wet every time," he whispered into my ear before he pulled out his finger only to push it back in, while his thumb rubbed against my clit.
"Fuck." I moaned, holding onto him tightly. "More."
He added another finger on his way in again, curling his fingers inside to hit that wonderful, amazing spot. His thumb moved faster against my clit as his fingers sped up.
"Please, Hayden. I need you. I need you inside me." His fingers left me, much to my dismay, and when I heard a quick snap of a condom, I knew what was next but still couldn't help the groan that came when he entered me. I moaned as he filled me to the hilt. As he thrust deeper into me, I wrapped my legs around his waist once more and he intertwined our fingers above my head. I had my mouth open, my eyes closed and I met his every move. When he thrust sharply and I cried out, I quickly pulled our hands down, pushed his chest forward and flipped so I was on top and smiled down at him.
"I like to be on top."
He rocked his hips underneath me, making me moan. "Well, I'm certainly not complaining," he panted as I began to ride him hard. He had one hand on my hip and the other one on my breast, flicking his fingertip over my nipple while pressing his lips against mine.
My hips moved up and down fast and he was thrusting up to meet my every move until I thought I would scream.
"Fuck, you feel amazing. So tight." He grunted.
I started whimpering and he could tell I was close. I felt my orgasm rise, sending a buzz through my whole body.
"Oh fuck! I'm coming," I cried out when he snapped his hips up into me with a brutal force and I screamed silently, throwing my head back while he held there, groaning as I clenched around him and came hard, my orgasm spurring his and we came together, both moaning and groaning.
I collapsed on top of him, both of us panting heavily. After the wonderful tingle left my body, I got off him, kissed him and fell to the side.
"You should be on top more often, babe."
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My first lemon. Review! But please don't be too harsh considering this is my first one.
