Ana, I ve been looking for you everywhere, Kate comes up to us in a plum dress and a complicated hairstyle.
I quickly brush away my tears and remove Gray's hands from my waist. He looks unhappy and I shrug.
- Mr. Gray, this is Kate Kavanagh, editor of the student newspaper. Because of her ARVI, I fucked your brains, I smile and Kate shows me her fist.
Miss Kavanagh, I ve heard a lot, I ve heard a lot. How is your health? Gray kisses her hand. And I want to rip out all of Kate s hair.
This is jealousy, Still, this is jealousy. It s a strange feeling, but I won t say it s unpleasant.
- What did you want, Kavanagh? I ask, taking Christian s arm. He came to me, he is with me. Little owner...
There Rowling talks about Good and Evil. Quite interesting, Kavanagh pulls my hand, and I pull Gray s hand.
-Will you come with me? - I say and hope for his agreement.
Ana, we will be misunderstood, Gray tries to justify himself. But I see his eyes shining with agreement.
I have nothing to lose, Mr. Gray. They already consider me a complete lost hooligan. The kept label isn t the worst label in the world, I grin, or don t you like Rowling?
I love it, but she writes too primitively. There is another, more mature author who wrote on similar topics. I can give you his books, but on the condition that you finish the quarter well, Gray takes my arm and we go to the literature room.
I feel a pleasant buzzing in the place where his hand is. What the fuck? Why am I alive with him? Why do I want him with me? Wake up, Still, you are 18, he is 62, you have no chance with him. Perhaps just another evening like this. Fuck, for the first time I regret that it wasn t Kate who did the interview. But at the same time, after my confession about my mother s pimp, I felt better. Something in me has calmed down, and I'm ready to let go of part of my past. And again I look at his lips. Thin with a charming grin. Oh, Still, what a mess you're in!
There is a long corridor in front of the literature room, and we walk along it together. There's no one around. And, Lord, I feel strange electrical charges. Fuck... I look at the perfect Christian, the bitch, Gray and my nerves give out.
- Fuck everything! I growl, pushing him against the nearest wall. I carefully place his hands behind his head and eagerly seek his lips with my mouth. Finally, having found them, I brazenly invade his mouth and greedily and possessively explore him with my tongue. And the most incredible thing is that he answers me with a passion unusual for a 62-year-old man. Wow! Christian releases his arms from my grip and pulls me towards him. And I feel his excitement. Christian wants me and I want him.
I m not a slut, I say and pull away with a smile. Gray nods at me, and there is no shock, no embarrassment, no anger in his eyes.
- What if they saw us? I ask, opening the door to the literary office.
I know how to silence people, Gray says authoritatively, and I open my mouth. Would he really do that? Yes, Still, you nailed it.
In the office I take a seat next to Kate, and she looks me over.
Still, you smell like sex, Kavanagh chuckles.
Bitch, is it so noticeable? I look at Gray, who is standing against the wall. Hands on his chest, impassive face... But the demons are furious in his eyes, and he doesn t take them away from me.
Rowling talks about kindness, love and the battle against Darkness. And I remember Gray s words and am ready to disagree with her. If Potter were in Voldemort's place, what would he do? If Draco had been sorted into Gryffindor, would he have been such a jerk? Everyone in this world deserves love and happiness, and I very much doubt that the eaters are complete scum without feelings or souls. I really want to object to Joe, but an unknown force holds me back.
After the lecture, autograph signing. I take my volume of the Goblet of Fire and go to the table where Joan is sitting. She looks at me carefully, as if scanning me, leaves her signature on the title page and suddenly winks at me. What the hell?
I don t think about it, I go to Jose and Jack with the girls. They have already received autographs and are waiting for me.
- Well, Still, let's go bowling? - Jose asks, and I nod. I turn around and glance at Christian.
-Are you with us, Mr. Gray? - I ask hopefully.
- Unfortunately, no, Miss Still, I have work to do. But I ll be glad to meet you again if you finish the quarter well, Christian says in a sweet, purring voice. He comes up to me and kisses my hand. You re a good kisser, Christian says in a whisper, and I m ready to cum from that voice.
I'll have to study to see him again. And I don't understand shit about algebra. Okay, less partying, more studying.
What are you doing to me, Christian?