AN: Alrighty, here's 18. Excessive amounts of love to those who reviewed. Everybody thank them. If they didn't review, I wouldn't update, and you would not be reading this chapter.
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: I don't own "Skins".
Chapter Eighteen
Of Missing Exes, Possession, and the Losing of One's Man-Card
Tony struts in like he owns the damn place because he pretty much does. This school has always been his bitch, and he's going to fucking remind everybody of that neat little fact.
There are whispers circulating about him and Michelle and Tea and everyone and their mother. But he's a king, and he's fucking untouchable, no matter what any of these morons think they know.
"Hey, Tone." Tea greets with a smirk. Abbud looks at him with some cross between envy, resignation, and a little anger. Chris grins, big and wide, and gives him a not so subtle thumbs up. Daisy feels the need to smack Chris upside the head for that one, but then she nods a greeting of her own, so Tony figures that they're all pretty much his again. Tea has probably done some damage control with Daisy and Abbud on his behalf.
A quick scan of the room shows that Stan is glaring quietly from the corner, but the nose brace covering most of his face means he probably won't try something as stupid as picking another fight. Michelle is notably absent, but Tony's pretty sure that that's probably for the best. He thinks he knows where she might be anyways, so he can finish burning that bridge when he needs to. And he does need to. He's not one to leave things unfinished.
"Okay, who's ready to learn!" Dave bursts in.
"He is much too chipper for this early in the morning." Daisy whispers as Tony slides into his desk.
"Isn't natural." Chris agrees.
"Are you ready to learn, Tony?" Dave asks, hearing only the buzz of conversation.
"Oh, yeah, Dave." Tony smiles, all innocent and still completely mocking. "I am so ready to learn."
Dave, being the mostly incompetent teacher he is, is further enthused by Tony's response. "You see, people, ready to learn!"
He launches through the roll and plows straight through to his lecture with more energy than should be possible. Tony spends this time staring at Tea, who's propped her head up with a hand and started to doze. Not the lame, angsty looks he had so recently used though. No. This is more a careful observing of what's his. Though he'd never tell her he'd thought of her with such possessiveness. He quite likes having all his bits still attached, and she'd rip him a new one if he ever let on that he considered her his own.
She's something wild and untamable, and he'd be foolish to try. Tea is not Michelle; he can't just dick around with her. If he wants this, whatever it is since they're not labeling it, to work, he's going to have to put forth an effort. And he wants it to work. He really, really does.
He wants more nights of the best sex he's ever had. He wants more sleeping with her in his arms, holding her to him the way he's probably not allowed to in the day. He wants more arguing banter that has nearly imperceivable affection behind the harsh words. He wants more nights spent entirely at her mercy, where he has no choice but to give up control because she takes it from him. He just wants more. More everything.
More Tea.
"Stop staring at me, Tone." Tea whispers, eyes never opening. Tony grins and ignores the command. If she's not naked and on top of him, he doesn't have to do what she says. He's not that whipped. He's not really whipped at all.
Probably. Yet.
Tony refuses to pursue that line of thought any further. If he's going to lose his man-card, and Tea is definitely the only girl who could ever even hope to claim it, he'd rather be surprised. There's a little voice whispering that he already gave it to her that night on the marry-go-round when he told her he'd be whatever she wanted him to be. But he's choosing to ignore it.
The bell rings and the class shuffles out. Tony smiles and waves to the gang before, veering off towards the exits.
"Got a bit of business to finish taking care off." He grins amicably. "Should be back before lunch."
And he's gone, disappearing through the doors, and thinking that maybe the school should be a bit more secure than it is. It's a wonder anyone ever actually goes to class...
As soon as the crisp fall air hits him, he remembers why exactly he's cutting class this time. And it has nothing to do with easy access or the useless mess that is Tina's psych class.
Michelle.