STALK
The next morning finds me pushing open the double-door entrance of the Academy, securing my gaze to the end of the corridor. I refuse to glance at the bodies that huddle at the sides, even though I am very aware that they have noticed my arrival.
Brown curls cascade freely down the back of my blazer as I begin to walk, a cacophony of cat-calls and wolf-whistles resonating around me. From the corner of my eye, I see Mike and Tyler fall against their lockers, and I swear that Mr. Banner even steals a peak in my direction.
At Forks Academy, each student is required to wear a particular uniform, maintaining the illustrious status of the school. In the student handbook, given to us on the first day, it clearly states that every one of us must dress appropriately, with sturdy black shoes and white shirts adequately straightened.
Except, today, I have definitely thrown the rulebook out the window.
The navy socks that usually stretch over my calves have been replaced with ones that are frilly and white, sat just above my ankle. A pair of black stilettos adorn my feet, and the staccato beat of my footsteps ricochets along the linoleum floor, causing more heads to turn. This morning, the tartan skirt we are required to wear has been replaced with one I fashioned myself, scarcely covering the curves of my ass-cheeks. The top stretch of buttons on my shirt are unclasped, allowing flaps of white cotton to beat against my jiggling cleavage.
Holding my red tie in my hands, I fiddle with it seductively, letting it glide between my fingers. Occasionally, I wrap it across my knuckles and pull, the material taut in my grasp.
Mr. Cullen should have thought twice before choosing me as his opponent.
Game on, Sir.
"Why are you dressed like you're about to spend the day handing out free blowjobs?" Alice inquires as I approach her and Rosalie, who are both reclining against their lockers.
Crossing her arms and arching her eyebrows, Alice perfectly embodies the 'motherly friend' role, seeing straight through my rousing guise. On the other hand, Rosalie grins excitedly at me, and I can tell that she is a lot more impressed with my performance. Although, she's probably just surveying my skirt, deciding how long to leave it before she steals it from my wardrobe.
Flipping both of them off, I throw open my own locker, placing my schoolbag inside. As much as it works with the luxuriousness of my outfit, I don't want anything possibly ruining my look.
"Only if you're roughly 6'2", with brown hair and you drive a fucking Volvo," I retort, slamming the metal door closed again, and placing my hands on my hips. "Then, I'll be more than happy to suck you off all day."
"Not you too," Alice groans and rolls her eyes, throwing her head back against her locker. "Cullen? Seriously?"
"Alice, have you got a pair of eyes?" Rosalie butts in, grabbing Alice's shoulders and giving them a light shake. "When he walked in yesterday, carrying that stupid book…God, it was like Niagara Falls down there."
"Ew," Pushing her away, Alice playfully brushes at her blazer. "I don't want to know about your bodily fluids."
"Oh, come on! Stop playing so hard to get! You have to think he's attractive at least."
"No, actually, I don't. I just think that you two are playing a dangerous game." Alice asserts, before looking directly at me. "Especially you."
"I'm just having some harmless fun, Al," I purr, glancing around at the corridor again. Mike and his group of dorks are walking past, and I catch his eye, winking at him. He trips slightly. "What's wrong with flaunting what ya got?"
"Ugh! I love you guys, but you honestly drive me insane sometimes. Come find me when you're no longer in love with a fucking pensioner."
Alice's final remark is scathing, but I can hear the teasing undertone in her words. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she turns away from us and begins to walk down the hallway.
"Who do you think took a dump in her breakfast this morning?" Rosalie queries once Alice is out of earshot and disappears inside of a biology classroom, barging into Eric's shoulder as she goes. Him and his friends call after her, erupting into laughter a few moments later.
Alice clearly doesn't have time for anyone's bullshit today.
"God knows," I shrug.
"Don't listen to her, you look fucking amazing."
"Thanks, Rose," Giggling, I twirl on the spot and the slight breeze blows my skirt outwards. "Wanted to go all out today."
"Is this because of your little chat with Cullen after class yesterday?"
I wink at her, and her jaw falls slack. "A lady never tells."
"Oh my God, Bella, you haven't seriously pulled him already, have you?"
"Nah, of course not. I'm just enjoying myself."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"I bet he's already wrapped around your little finger."
I shrug again. "Maybe…"
Rosalie grasps onto my blazer with her manicured fingernails and jumps around on the spot. "Ugh, you're amazing!"
"Just you wait."
Wiggling my eyebrows at her, she throws her head back, squealing eagerly. Rosalie's enthusiasm is unmistakable as we begin to walk together, our arms linked together.
I'm glad she can't tell how nervous I actually am.
Now, I just need to find the strength to make it to last period.
Tick, tock.
My legs bounce underneath my desk, and I toy with a loose thread at the bottom of my skirt.
Tick, tock.
Mr. Banner is droning on at the front of the room, leading my classmates through a series of presentation slides, but I completely unaware of what he is actually talking about.
I have my eyes glued to the clock above his head.
Tick, tock.
As the hands edge towards the final moments of our lesson, my body is practically vibrating with anticipation. There is something electrical crackling through me, travelling from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
Glancing to the side of my desk, I notice Ben Cheney peering over at me, flicking his gaze away as soon as I catch his eye. When a flush creeps onto his cheeks, I chuckle.
The boys around me seem to have appreciated the extra swipe of lipstick across my lips and the exaggerated blush on my cheeks, so much so that I have practically been able to feel their eyes undressing me on the spot. Last week, I would have relished in this much attention. Now, I only crave one man's recognition.
When the bell finally rings, I waste no time hesitating, springing up from my seat. As I head towards the door, Mike intercepts me, standing in my path.
"You look fit today, Swan."
"Thanks, Mike. I know I do."
He smirks; I try my hardest not to grimace.
"Wanna skip class with me and show me what you're hiding underneath that skirt?" Mike rubs a finger across my bare thigh, causing me to shuffle uncomfortably.
"Uhm, no, thanks."
"Come on," He teases, leering down at me. "We had a lot of fun together last time."
"I told you that it was a one-off thing."
"Don't be a let-down, Bells."
"I'm not. I've had the sudden urge to become a good student."
"Dressed like that?" Mike looks me up and down.
God knows why I ever touched you in the first place, Newton.
"Yes, actually. You should try it sometime." As I start to turn away, I hesitate for a moment. "Also, if you're trying to get into a girl's pants, it's best not to shame her for the way she's dressed. It's not gonna turn her on at all."
Before he has a chance to say anything else, I duck away from him, darting through the crowds of students to reach the girl's restroom. I don't have long before Mr. Cullen will start teaching, and I don't want to risk getting onto his bad side by leaving my desk empty for too long. I anticipate that I have two minutes, max.
Running into one of the stalls, I knock Jessica Stanley out of the way before she can beat me to it.
"Hey, watch it!" She calls out.
I don't respond, simply slamming the door shut behind me.
Hyping myself up as I move, I fix the bra that sits beneath my shirt, undoing one more button for good luck. Reaching underneath my skirt, I loop my fingers around the band of my panties. Shimmying them down my legs, I gasp as the air hits my bare skin.
The pièce de resistance.
The idea came to me in the shower this morning, and I'd been ruminating on it, unable to get it out of my head. My thoughts had been completely perforated the image of Mr. Cullen's rugged features taking in my pink paradise, forbidden from touch, restricted to simply watching my performance.
Just the idea of it makes goosebumps litter my skin.
Working hard to ignore the prickling nervousness that creeps up my back, I throw the strip of material into my bag and glance at my watch. I need to move.
Hopefully, this shows him exactly what I plan on doing with him.
"Didn't realise we attended a whorehouse!" Jessica spits as I exit the stall.
I simply blow a kiss in her direction.
I've got more important things to think about.
Let the games begin, Sir.
When I arrive outside the classroom, no one is around, but I can hear a flurry of voices coming from inside. Everyone is already in their seats – exactly according to plan – and I can see Rosalie and Alice chatting across our desks as I peer through the gap in the door.
This was it, the climax after our discussion yesterday, proof that I had given his words some thought.
With one last deep breath, I knock gently on the door and push it open.
There he is, in all of his glory, book already in hand. Today, a black suit hangs from Edward's frame, just as breathtakingly fitted as yesterday's. He doesn't wear a tie this time and, instead, his shirt hangs open, a cluster of chest hair peeking out. It is soft, wispy, and has a slight auburn tinge to it.
I can't help but imagine running my hands through it.
"Sorry, Sir. I lost track of time. I'm not too late, am I?" I make sure to push out my lips slightly and watch as he devours my appearance, his eyes running over every inch of my body.
"Uhm, no, not at all, Miss Swan," The way my last name sounds in his mouth makes the blood rush between my legs. "We're only just starting. Please, take a seat."
Nodding in his direction, I oblige, making my way towards my desk. Sliding into my seat, the coolness of the plastic tickles the skin of my pussy, making me shudder and giggle faintly. Alice gives me a puzzled look and I wink at her, clamping my legs together tightly.
It wasn't time for my display just yet.
Mr. Cullen begins the lesson by assigning us some silly task, but I'm hardly listening, intoxicated by the gap in his shirt. His chest looks pale yet study, and I can just about make out the contours of his pecs from the distance between us.
I am almost salivating.
How was it even legal to look that good?
"Alright, guys. Continuing on from our discussion yesterday, I want you to all spend the first half of the lesson reading through the next couple of chapters, tracking the theme of sin. Like I said, it's very prominent in Hawthorne's novel. Have a think, and then we'll all come back together."
I scrunch my nose up at Mr. Cullen's first task. For however long, the chance to tease him with the secret between my legs is gone.
What a bore.
Flicking open the book that sits upon my desk, the stained pages look lifeless, and the words printed on them lack any form of entertainment. I would much rather listen to Jane drone on for the next hour about how her parents took her allowance away. Picking up my pencil, I begin trying to make sense of the story before me, but I am lost within seconds.
"Confused, Miss. Swan?" Mr. Cullen's question startles me, and I drop my pencil onto the table again. Glancing upwards, he is standing next to my desk, giving me a crooked smirk.
My heart pounds.
"Uhm, only a little. Think I just need to take it a bit slower."
Chuckling, he crouches down beside me, so we are now at an equal level. The air disappears momentarily from my lungs, and I feel faint.
"Tell me what you're stuck on."
"Honestly, I'm not really stuck." I hold his gaze. His emerald eyes are even more gorgeous this close up. "I just haven't made much progress yet."
This near to me, I am able to get a full view of his face, noticing things I didn't yesterday. His lips have a rosy hue to them, and the hairs surrounding his eyebrows are groomed, but still quite long. Stubble no longer litters his jawline, and a cluster of red bumps sits next to his ear.
"Let me just have a look. I'm sure I can help you out a bit."
He comes up slightly on the balls of his feet and peers over my desk, edging closer to me still. When he nudges the side of my thigh, I feel something in my stomach stir.
"Are you allowed to dress like that, Miss. Swan? Your skirt doesn't look completely adequate for learning."
Luckily, there is a low buzz of conversation around the room, just loud enough to mask Mr. Cullen's question.
I lick my lips before answering.
"My skirt doesn't affect my learning, Sir. Does it affect your ability to teach me?"
Mr. Cullen chuckles. "What would give you that idea?"
"I know the effect I have on people. Especially, you."
Picking up my discarded pencil, he scribbles something into my book.
"You're confident, Miss. Swan. That's quite uncommon for girls your age."
"Oh, really? What do you know about girls my age?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Looking up, I spy Mike watching us. He is glancing over his shoulder, and his eyebrows are pulled together.
"I think people are picking up on your interest in me, Sir. You might want to move on."
Mr. Cullen stands slowly, purposefully, giving me another crooked smirk. He places the pencil back on my desk.
"I was simply correcting your mistakes, Miss. Swan. You might want to think about staying behind after class today. You seem quite confused to me."
Ooooh, what's going to happen here then? Looks like Bella and Mr. Cullen are playing a dangerous game ;)
Thank you all for your support, honestly it's crazy! The next update will probably be a bit later, more two weeks than just one!
Happy reading :D