Hello my lovely readers. Here is the next chapter. I've been really busy over the holidays and I'm sorry it took so long to update. I promise you'll love this chapter. You can never give up without a fight.
You know the POV drill.
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I can't breathe . . .Willow was so far outside of her comfort zone she couldn't do anything but hyperventilate.
What she had intended to be a tease for Cohen had turned into something she wasn't willing to consider. Sure, she was in control of the situation, but the way he held her . . .
NO. Willow refused to let herself observe her physical reaction to a boy who had thus repulsed her.
Well repulse was a little strong, but she still had every intention of keep her distance from those strong hands, chiseled abs, those smooth lips . . .
Oh god . . . Willow's vision began to blur. She pulled the car over to the shoulder and spilled out onto the grass. Thankfully the road was currently vacant. She practically crawled to the sanctuary of the tree line 15 feet away. Every step became more difficult with her recollection of her overwhelming desire for a boy she didn't even know.
Everyplace their body had met had been a pulsating throb through her body. An electric shock. She had been playing with fire. And she had been burned.
Willow was now kneeling on the ground. Leaves surrounded her creating an ocean of autumnal colors. She immediately felt relieved. She looked at the sun peeping through the leaves of the trees above. The sun came down and kissed her upturned, freckled nose. With a deep breath Willow examined her surroundings.
She was still feeling overwhelmed but at a more bearable level. The sun was coming down in patches on the leaves. It looked like a broken mirror reflecting bits of shinning hope through a sea of confusion. She felt like she could finally examine her feelings . . . Sort of.
Alright, one thing is for damn sure, no boy has ever made me feel like that.
Willow was no tramp, but then again she wasn't a complete prude either. Boys had always been attracted to her and she was always up for some fun. She never let it go past where she was comfortable, but she had had her share of lip locking.
No one had even come close to making her feel like that with a kiss, he had done it with a simple embrace. And when he began to kiss her neck . . .
No, oh god, I'm shaking. Stupid, stupid, stupid boy! I promised myself I would never get here! Willow tried to replace her fear with anger, but she was lost. The only way she could be hurt was if she let some one in, and that fucking man-whore was breaking through her resolve. Without her permission!
Well the attraction between us is obvious, Willow had never been terribly observant but by Cohen's labored breathing, tight grip and trembling she new she had just as much of an effect on him. She was confident she had kept her cool, but it could have been an act for him.
How many girls has he been with? I don't want to be involved with anyone who is just going to want to hit it and quit it. Willow was serious when she said she didn't want to be just another girl, but she had definitely been lying when she said she didn't want to be involved with him. In fact, she had never wanted to be involved with anyone more.
What is the fucking point? Willow was getting frustrated by her mixed emotions. She knew she was just going to move in a few months anyway. Why cant I have fun?
Despite her naturally spontaneous nature Willow knew why she couldn't just have fun. It was reckless and she couldn't afford to be reckless. Her father . . . Well he had died when her mom had . . . But if something happened to her Grace would be doomed. Not to mention it was extremely selfish and irresponsible.
That settles it. Willow rose to her feet, not a trace of a tremor. this is gonna be hard, but its better to stop it before it gets worse.
She knew the only way to stay out of temptations way was to avoid it completely.
Tomorrow she was changing classes.
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Come on baby, I know you can go faster, just a little faster . . . Almost there. Cohen ran out of his car heading straight for the double doors of his high school.
Cohen had gone to the local diner and acquired his favorite booth in the back. The smell of apple pie and old vinyl had calmed him down greatly. He had been nursing a mug of hot chocolate and thinking through his earlier exchange with Willow. He was totally blown away, which was absolutely preposterous.
Cohen had been with many girls, he practically had a new one every week. He considered himself greatly desensitized to any kind of feminine persuasion, which allowed him to stay in perfect control.
Willow had thrown all of that out of the window without even kissing him. Just thinking about her put butterflies in his stomach, and had him spinning wildly out of control.
This puzzled Cohen to no end. The only other time he had ever heard of something like this was with . . . No way. Not even going to consider it. thinking about that kind of shit made Cohen want to run . . .
Damnit, Cohen had left his booth so quickly he spun the waitress around. He left with the parting comment, "put it on my tab."
That had all led to this point. The moment Cohen had realized Willow was a runner he couldn't risk having her run from him. He was already dejected enough. Not that he would let her get away, but this escapade wasn't exactly boosting his self esteem.
He flew through the doors to the front office. His heart was pounding, hoping he had made it in time. This girl is going to kill me. he looked around for the hair-style-challenged Mrs. Wyde. Her found her with her eyes glued to a small television screen. She was currently dabbing her eyes with a tissue from an obviously emotional movie ending.
Cohen looked down at her desk sitting there on her desk was Brokeback Mountain, Forrest Gump and several other classically southern movies. Cohen mentally gagged, something about gay cowboys just didn't sit right with him. Obviously Mrs. .Wyde had a fetish for southern accents. Lets see how good i really am with the ladies, Cohen smirked, I've always wanted to give my accents a go in public.
The secretary finally noticed his existence and tried to compose herself. "Son" sniff, "how can I assist you today." her incredibly nasally voice had gotten even worse. she should get that checked out by a doctor, it sounded like Mrs. Wyde had stuffed the tissue up her nose instead of using it to blow her nose. Cohen refrained from laughing.
" Yes, you can Mrs. Wyde," said Cohen politely in his perfect southern drawl accentuating the "y". he would have given Jake Gyllenhaal a run for his money. Lightly laying on the mind control he made eye contact again. "I'd like you to do me a favor, if ya could."
Mrs. Wyde seemed to be completely enraptured. He watched her shake her self back into comprehension. " A favor? Well let me see what I can do." she gave him a smile and batted her eyes. Maybe I'm laying it on too thick, don't want the secretary coming on to me . . .
Mrs. Wyde pulled out a sticky-note pad and cocked her large hip waiting for his request. " well ya see, ma'am, there is this girl in my classes. Her name is Willow," he pulled off indifferent like a professional actor. He could be nominated for a Grammy with this performance. He continued to drawl on, " She's new this year an' I have a soft spot for people who come into a new place and all, Its awful difficult adjustin'. I reckon she feels like she can't handle the work load 'cause she's thinking' 'bout transferrin' out. Now, I think this is appalin' considerin' I know she's as bright as the sun on a cloudless day. So much potential, ya know." Mrs. Wyde wasn't looking impressed and he decided to get to the point, " here's the thing Linda," he said her name like it was butter in his mouth. He was instantly back in her good graces, " I'd like the opportunity to help this fellow class mate get some good ol' confidence. Ya know, tudorin'. I figure I could at least give it a shot. I am a pretty good shot." he said with a slightly over exaggerated wink, but Mrs. Wyde just ate it up.
" that makes perfect sense to me. I know better than anyone else at this school that our policy is to achieve excellence. I will not have someone transfer out of a class just because there is a lack confidence." hook . . . Line . . . And sinker. " I'll make sure you have a an opportunity to help her. I can possibly even arrange tutoring sessions for half of fourth block, considering those aren't core classes." Cohen was very pleased with this suggestion.
" Ma'am, that would just make me feel right as rain." Cohen gave her his most charming smile and was rewarded with her full compliance.
" You are doing the school a great favor. We need more people like you in this school. People need to be concerned about the well-being of others." she finished her rant and focused back on Cohen. " You can bet when I see her ill inform her of your generous offer. Ill clear this with the principle and get your schedules temporarily adjusted for private tutoring in an unoccupied class."
Cohen's smile couldn't get any bigger. He face actually began to ache. Turns out he was a phenomenal actor and his mind control was at perfect levels. He was very pleased with himself. "thank ya kindly Mrs. Wyde." she was still swooning, "I do have one speculation though. Could you keep the offer anonymous, and make it seem like our partnerin' was completely random? I don't want her to be offended. It just makes it easier to get started and less awkward, ya know?"
"Of course, anonymous is my middle name." she was making a flirtatious gesture, Cohen suppressed another mental gag, he didn't care what the hell her middle name was just as long as Willow stayed clueless.
"Ill be sure to notify you of your schedule changes as soon as possible." Cohen opened the door and nodded to her as a parting gesture. As Cohen walked down the foyer back to his car. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.
He knew he would be able to add the high school secretary to his fan club. Creepy. But he was hoping that out of all of this Willow would be convinced to join also, and that was worth it.
Fingers crossed. With that Cohen ducked into his car, revved the engine and pulled away from the school, intending to finish that hot chocolate.
I love how Cohen is the mischievous little vamp we all know him to be. : )
In the next chapter: how will Willow react to Cohen's meddling? Will she turn to Sam for support? Cohen tutoring Willow? I don't think so, or do I?
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