Anastasia's POV
"Ana, I've been looking for you everywhere," Kate comes up to us in a plum dress and an intricate hairstyle.
I quickly wipe 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 out," I smile and Kate shows me her fist.
"Miss Kavanagh, I've heard, I've heard. How are you?" Gray kisses her hand. And I want to rip out all of Kate's shaggy hair.
Now that's jealousy, Still, that's jealousy. A strange feeling, but I can't say it's unpleasant.
"What did you want, Kavanagh?" I ask, taking Christian by the arm. He came to me, he is with me. Little possessive...
Rowling is preaching about Good and Evil there. Quite interesting, Kavanagh pulls me by the arm, and I pull Gray by the arm.
Will you come with me? I say and hope for his consent.
Ana, we will be misunderstood, Gray tries to justify himself. But I see how his eyes shine with agreement.
I have nothing to lose, Mr. Gray. I am already considered a complete and lost hooligan. The label of a kept woman is not the worst label in the world, I grin, or do you not like Rowling?
I do, 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 me by the arm and we go to the literature room.
I feel a pleasant buzz where his hand is. What the fuck? Why am I alive with him? Why do I want him to be with me? Wake up, Still, you're 18, he's 62, you have no chance with him. Maybe 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 calmed down inside me, and I'm ready to let go of part of my past. And I look at his lips again. Thin with a charming grin. Oh, Still, what a mess you are in!
There's a long corridor in front of the literature classroom, and we walk along it together. There's no one around. And, God, I feel strange electric charges. Fuck... I look at the perfect Christian, the bitch, Grey, and my nerves give out.
- Fuck everything! I growl, pressing him against the nearest wall. Carefully, I put his hands behind his head and greedily search for his lips with my mouth. Finally, having found them, I brazenly invade his mouth and greedily and possessively explore it with my tongue. And the most incredible thing is that he responds to me with a passion that is unusual for a 62-year-old man. Holy shit! Christian frees his hands from my grip and pulls me towards him. And I feel his arousal. Christian wants me, and I want him.
I'm not a slut, I say and pull away with a smile. Gray nods to me, and there is no shock, embarrassment or anger in his eyes.
What if we were seen? I ask, opening the door to the literary study.
I know how to make people shut up, Gray says imperiously, and I open my mouth. Would he really do that? Yeah, Still, you're in trouble.
In the office, I take a seat next to Kate, and she looks me over.
Steel, you smell like sex, Kavanagh giggles.
Bitch, is it that noticeable? I look at Gray, who is standing by the wall. His hands are on his chest, his face is impassive But the demons are going crazy in his eyes, and he is not taking them off me.
Rowling talks about kindness, love, and the fight against the 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 were in Gryffindor, would he be such a scumbag? Everyone in this world deserves love and happiness, and I seriously doubt that Death Eaters are complete scum without feelings or souls. I really want to object to Jo, but some unknown force holds me back.
After the lecture, there is an autograph signing. I take my copy of the Goblet of Fire and go to the table where Joan is sitting. She looks at me carefully, as if scanning me, signs the title page and suddenly winks at me. What the heck?
I don't think about it, I go to Jose and Jack with the girls. They've already got their autographs and are waiting for me.
"So, Still, are you going bowling?" Jose asks, and I nod. I turn around and glance at Christian.
"Are you with us, Mr. Grey?" I ask hopefully.
"Unfortunately not, Miss Still, I have things to do. But I'll be glad to run into you again if you finish the quarter with flying colors," Christian says in a sweet, purring voice. He comes up to me and kisses my hand. "You're a good kisser," Christian whispers, 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?