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Bloodstream - Stateless

"I think I might've inhaled you. I could feel you behind my eyes. You've gotten into my bloodstream."


"Excuse me? There's something wrong with my drink!" I rolled my eyes as my best friend's voice rung out behind me from over the counter. I turned around and gave Jake a warning glare which only earned me a chuckle and him a smack over the head from Rosalie, who sat next to him—trying to study for her upcoming exams.

I should be studying for my exams, too, except I ended up taking more shifts at Newt's to get out of the house. Mom and Dad had been going at each other more than usual, and lately, more than one bottle has ended up shattered on the floor. Being home was honestly a little scary now...and I was tired of hearing the same insults being thrown every day.

The ding of the doorbell had me turning around to greet the newest customers that just walked in, but when I caught sight of who that customer was—I froze.

Great, just what I need.

Professor Whitlock and Mr. McCarty were smiling as they walked into Newt's coffee shop, talking about something lighthearted as they chuckled and appeared ten years younger since they weren't constantly scolding their students to focus. A small wave of disappointment and...something else ran through me to see him again. It's been a week since I'd last spoken to him about the night we shared, and now, we suddenly shared a secret that could ruin both of us. It should be over and done with now. It had been a one-night stand, after all.

So why does it feel like he's the only thing on my mind lately?

"Welcome in!" Jessica Stanley's voice squeaked when she finally looked up from her cellphone and noticed the two handsome men that stood by the counter to order. She started talking their ears off enthusiastically, explaining everything on the menu and forgetting all about her cellphone for the first time since this morning when we opened,

My heart leaped in my chest at the sight of him as soon as Professor Whitlock's steely blue eyes flickered up, and I caught his attention as I stood behind the espresso machine, a cleaned mug still dangling in my fingers. His polite smile slid off his face like a big metal plate clattering onto the ground, the sound deafening as I realized I'd made him react this way.

I bit my lip and turned around to avoid his eyes, but I was highly aware that he was in here now to the point that I was shaky, my hands gingerly moving to hand the mug up before I dropped it, and I broke yet another cup I'd have to pay for.

Lucky for me, my shift was over before I had to force a polite conversation while making my teacher's coffees, and I rushed to gather my things from the employee lockers as soon as Mike came in to swap with me. I slumped into a seat beside Rosalie and Jake with a sigh once I clocked out and made my way over to her.

"You're done already? I was about to go ask for a free refill," Jake feigned disappointment as he stared at the bottom of his mug.

"Go ask Jessica for one if you really want it," I shrugged, and he grimaced, recalling how much she talks once Jessica got going, especially with men she found attractive. Of course, she also had the biggest crush on Jake since freshman year, and we all knew that because she never stops looking over in his direction whenever Jake is in here.

"Fine, I'll take my chances," he said before standing up and walking over to the counter, ruffling my hair as he passed me, and I scowled, much to his amusement.

"Well, he's a goner," Rosalie sighed with disinterest, but the spark of amusement shined in her eyes even though she was typing away on her laptop, "maybe she'll finally convince him to give her his number." I grinned at her commentary.

Movement in the corner of my eye had me turning to my right, noticing both of my teachers sliding into a booth in the corner by the entrance of the shop. I bit my lip as my body was instantly aware of him, wanting to turn and face him and look at him one more time. Just one more time, it won't hurt to-.

No! I silenced the silly thought in my head, but as if he were a magnet, I found myself getting pulled closer and closer until I stole a glance at him again. Before I could deny myself the memory that flourished in the back of my mind, I was no longer in the coffee shop but back in his apartment.

Pushing me down on the bed, his mouth nipped and sucked my breasts while his cold hands made me squirm underneath him. His teeth were tugging at one of my nipples while the other pinched and pulled until I moaned loudly. His hands were relentless as they traveled over every inch of my body—teasing and strangely gentle compared to how frantic we were touching each other.

"I need to be inside you, baby. Do you want that?" His voice was like smooth Scotch poured over ice, and I shivered with anticipation.

"Yes..."

He slowly spread my legs before his hand cupped me, his fingers teasing my entrance as they felt the warmth that had gathered in my core because of him. "Fuck," he breathed into my mouth when I moaned, "you're so wet."

My nails dug into his back when the need to feel release was starting to overwhelm me and when he finally let me reach the point of my first orgasm-

"Bella!" I snapped my attention back to Rosalie with surprise. Her eyes flickered behind me before she shook her head, "You're spacing out again, and you might also have a bit of drool."

Like the fool I was, I placed a hand over my mouth and found nothing of the sort, which only made my best friend giggled, her voice like a song every time she laughed, "That's what you get for ignoring me."

"I wasn't ignoring you!" I couldn't help but laugh with her despite the blush on my face.

My amusement quickly faltered, however, when I glanced up and found the same piercing gaze all over again. Mr. McCarty was talking to him as he typed away on his laptop, but he was barely paying him any attention because he wouldn't stop looking at me, making me shift in my seat slightly. There was something dark in his expression now—he was looking at me the same way he had that night. Like he wanted to eat me alive. And the worst part is? I'd let him.

My body suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable when my arousal spiked, making me press my legs together. My heart was in my throat when I noticed him take a drink of his coffee, his eyes darker as he never left me. I felt completely exposed in front of him, as if he was undressing every inch of me all over again...

Not good.

I was the one to break out of the trance he had me in when I looked away and my hair face over my shoulder to cover my face.

"I gotta go," I blurted out to Rosalie as I started gathering my bag.

"Go? I thought we were going to Amoretto's after?" My stomach rolled at the thought of Italian food right now, but I also craved the hell out of baked ziti and garlic bread, and I knew Rosalie would never forgive me if I didn't stuff myself full of carbs with her. I don't think I'd forgive myself either.

"I'll meet you there! I just need to change out of my clothes," I lie, feeling guilty for it but knowing that if I stayed here any longer, I'd combust, "I smell like coffee and milk, and my shoes are covered in syrup. Just text me when you're heading over there."

"Hmm, okay then. But don't leave me all alone with Thing Two over there!" She jabbed me before pointing to Jake as he continued flirting with Jessica to get himself a free cup of coffee.

"I promise!"

I give my best friend a quick hug and slap Jacob upside the head as I walked past him. I kept my head down the whole time, trying to walk past Professor Whitlock's table without being noticed, and almost made it to the door when Mr. McCarty called out to me.

"Isabella Swan! Can I have a moment please," Fuck. Turning around, I suppressed a groan and forced a smile when I greeted my teachers.

A small part of me was relieved to see that Professor Whitlock wasn't looking at me anymore, his eyes solely focused on the pile of papers in front of him. A big red F marked one of them, and I tried not to cringe.

Professor McCarty said as he looked up from his laptop, "Congratulations on your scholarship. I hear only a select few students were granted that one, in particular, you should be proud of."

I blush at the appraisal since it's so rare for me to get any acknowledgment, especially since I was pretty much invisible to my parents. They probably still think I'm in my sophomore year of high school...

"Thank you. I couldn't have done it without your encouragement, Mr. McCarty. I hope everything is well with you and your family."

"Had a bit of a scare when I heard my father broke his leg, but that's what happens when an old man tries to get on a ladder to change a lightbulb," he lets out a laugh, and I smile. Mr. Emmett McCarty was easily my favorite teacher. He was kind and funny but knowledgeable and, overall, a great professor to talk to about the hardships of being accepted into a university. A small part of me knows I could talk to him about anything, and I smiled warmly at him this time.

"Jasper here was telling me all about the class he subbed for me. Jacob didn't give too much trouble, I assume?" He teased as he eyed my best friend over my shoulder and grinned.

Jasper...

So his name is Jasper Whitlock. I finally knew his real name, and it did not disappoint in the slightest. I tested the name out in my mind, loving the way it rolled off my tongue for a second before I chastised myself again for being a perv.

Jasper looked up from his papers and watched me again, waiting for my answer the same way Mr. McCarty did with an unreadable expression that would intimidate any one of his students. But not this one. I licked my lips before answering, "Not at all. Jake was the perfect angel, like always. It was nice seeing you both." I excused myself as politely as I could before walking out of the door. I desperately needed something...anything to sate the fire in my belly. It was all-consuming and uncomfortable as hell when my nipples perked up under my jacket.

Rushing home, I breathed a sigh of relief that neither of my parents was home and decided to take a shower before meeting up with Rosalie and Jake again.

The moment I slipped my panties down my legs, however, I was shocked to find just how wet I was when my fingers pressed against my slit.

"Holy shit," I curse under my breath and shake my head before I stood underneath the showerhead and rested my forehead against the wall. The heat was making my head feel heavy, and my arousal amplify.

Bloodstream by Stateless echoed in from my bedroom on my speaker, and I lost myself in the music as I did the most embarrassing thing I thought I could ever do.

I brought myself to a fast, unsatisfactory orgasm with my fingers with memories of Jasper, and all too soon, the name of my Professor escaped my lips in a hushed gasp.

I'm so going to hell for this.