Honor Student by Teresa Mummert Page A

That is correct
Ms. Townsend.” His lips curved up in a devilish grin. My heart
leaped into my thoat. “Good girl” I nearly melted out of my seat
into a puddle on the floor. Those words had a direct connection to
the naughtiest of places on my body. I bit my lip as my cheeks
burned pink. His eyes narrowed and I quickly let my lip free. He
moved on to other questions and the conversation blurred in my
mind. William had a way of taking over my every thought. The bell
rang, ending the class in what seemed like record time. I
reluctantly moved on to my next class, wishing I could spend his
free period alone with him. I spent the rest of the day fantasising
about going back and being bent over his desk again. I couldn’t
ignore his rejection. I sucked it up and managed to make it to all
of my classes. I refused to humiliate myself.
    When the day ended
I was overcome by sadness. I did my best to have ‘girl talk’ with
Claire and Becka, but eventually they made their way to their cars
and I was left sitting alone in the parking lot. My phone vibrated,
jarring me from my self loathing.
    You are incredibly
beautiful, even when you’re sad.
    I smiled, then suddenly
realized I was being watched. I refused to look around.
    Is that why you broke my
heart?
    I sat waiting for what
felt like an eternity for his response.
    I would
give anything to take back all of the pain I have caused
you.
    Some of
the pain we enjoyed.
    I bit my lip and waited
patiently for his response.
    Go home Emma.
    I glanced over at
Mr. Honor’s car. Angela, the school secretary, was standing by his
door and he had gotten out to talk to her. Jealousy consumed my
thoughts.
    Now!
    He texted again. I
put the car into drive and sped out of the parking lot. My vision
quickly blurred by my tears. As much as I hated to admit it, I
couldn’t hate this man so much if I didn’t love him.
    Slow down.
    His text sent anger
coarsing through my veins. As the light at the end of the lot
turned green I stepped on the gas as hard as I could. I drove over
to Becka’s house to grab the clothes I had left over the weekend.
She wanted me o stay longer but the thought of being around anyone
else right now didn’t sound appealing. I made up an excuse about
having to be home for dinner, even though I was pretty sure that my
Aunt wouldn’t even be home.

Chapter
Twenty-Three
    As predicted my driveway
sat empty as I pulled in. I parked inside the garage and made sure
I locked the door behind me as I entered my home. I set my books on
the table and walked back the hall to my room. I opened my bedroom
door and stood in the doorway, unable to move my feet.
    “ So you enjoy the
pain?” William asked, his blue eyes flashed to mine and he had the
hint of smile. “Close the door.” He said in a low, commanding tone.
I stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind me, leaning back
against it. “If Angela knew about you, she isn’t going to say or do
anything about it.” He said confidently. He read the look of
confusion on my face and answered my unspoken question. “She’s
married. The last thing she wants is for her husband to find out
she likes fucking other men.” His words stabbed me. I had been
hoping that William had never gotten that far with her. I looked
down at the ground, biting my lip. “She wasn’t really my type. I
like my woman all to myself.” He walked towards me and put his
fingers on my chin, tipping my head up to meet his gaze. My heart
began to thud in my chest. “Breathe Emma.” I drew in a quick breath
as I steadied myself against the door. Every emotion imaginable was
flooding through me and it left my head swimming in dizziness. He
slowly ran his finger along the line of my jaw, as his other hand
slid down my waist. His fingers glided over my hip bone and down my
thigh. He stopped underneath of my knee, pulling my leg up suddenly
next to him and leaning in hard against me. As his face moved
closer he brushed passed my mouth to my earlobe. “I