Broken Ever After Page 4

  “How about we go over that in the next couple of lessons?” he offered with a sympathetic smile.

  “Ok.”

  “Trig? Geometry? Vectors? Sequence and Series?” I groaned dramatically and threw my head down on my arms resting on the desk, earning myself more laughter from him. “I could just sit here and berate your football club of preference.”

  I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Erm… Pass.”

  “Ok, I’ll let that one slide. How about I just write a few different things out and we’ll see how you do with them?”

  “Yeah ok, thanks.” he got up and grabbed his notepad and a pen and wrote a few different equations down for me from the book and passed them to me to solve. I got halfway through and they started getting tricky; I spun his pen through my fingers a few times before throwing it down on the table. “Arrgghhh I give up!” I sat back in my chair with my arms folded across my chest.

  “You can’t just give up!”

  “Yes I can. I just did. See?” I motioned towards the table with my hand.

  “Look, I’ll help you.” Jamie shifted slightly closer to me and leaned over to see my work better, he started explaining the problems to me. Well I presumed that was what he was doing; I couldn’t concentrate on his words because he was too close for me to form coherent thoughts. I just wanted to lean in and kiss his beautiful lips so badly. I sat up again trying to listen to him more carefully but I couldn’t. He was too close; my head became foggy as I breathed in his aftershave. “Liv?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Are you even listening to me? Look I know it’s-” He turned to face me. He was only centimetres away from me. I felt his warm breath fan over my face like the day before and he swallowed hard; my breath caught in my throat, I held it in as his gaze drifted down to my lips. He slowly starting leaning closer to me, his beautiful light green eyes back on my dark ones, watching me. Heat surged from my centre, radiating through all of my body as he came closer.

  His nose brushed against mine and my eyes fluttered closed; I felt his lips press softly against mine just once. Pulling away slowly we both stared at each other, silently pleading to carry on. He lifted his hand up to my face, brushing his fingertips over my forehead to move a strand of hair that had fallen into my eyes. I leaned in at the same time as him allowing my eyes to close again as we softly touched our lips together once more.

  He ran his tongue along my bottom lip asking permission to deepen our kiss; I opened up for him, sighing softly as I felt his tongue invade my mouth seeking out mine. Our tongues felt like they were dancing together as he explored my mouth and I, his. His hands were in my hair pulling me closer to him; I shifted in my seat to face him with all of my body and he did the same as our kiss became more urgent. His thighs encased mine, pressing them together tightly; it was heaven and hell at the same time.

  All rational thought left me as I landed my hands on the front of his shirt grabbing two handfuls of the material to pull his body closer to me; his hands left my hair as he began to run them down my back, his fingers splayed over the soft cotton of my white shirt, pulling me in to him. Jamie started to stand pulling me up with him so our desperate kiss wouldn’t be broken. I let go of his shirt and flattened my hands on his chest running them up towards his neck; I wanted my hands in his hair, I’d always wanted to know how it felt and I wasn’t disappointed. I wound my fingers in to the dark, subtle waves brushing it out of his eyes. He had the softest hair I’d ever felt, slipping easily through my fingers as I ran them back to his neck.

  He broke out of our kiss to trail kisses across my cheek to my ear, sucking the lobe between his lips; his teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do that” he whispered breathlessly to me, his voice sounding coarse and laboured. I shivered in his arms as his breath blew over my ear, left damp from his mouth.

  He carried on trailing small kisses to that sweet spot underneath my ear on my neck making me moan softly in his ear, he groaned in response and ran his fingers down to my waist to pull me even closer to him. With our bodies pressed together I could feel how excited he was; I pushed myself tighter against him dying to feel him closer to my body. His fingers felt like they were trailing fire wherever they went, as they moved to my rear to gently squeeze; it didn’t feel enough, I needed more… I wanted all of him right then.

  My senses fought against me to return. We couldn’t, we shouldn’t. His hands kept moving, stoking the fire coursing through my veins, up and around to my stomach where he was tracing circles with his thumbs. His hands on me were driving me crazy and almost made me forget that we needed to stop.

  “Jamie” I tried to say it normally to get his attention but my voice came out as a breathy whisper. I felt him smile against my neck.

  “That sounds so good.” He sighed, his breath sending shivers down my spine again; he groaned as he felt them ripple through me.

  “Jamie…” He sighed louder, sounding content. “We can’t”

  “Shhh” he crashed his lips to mine again silencing me but I was too worried to carry on.

  “No, Jamie we can’t, we shouldn’t be doing this.” I said as I pushed against his chest to move him back slightly.

  “What? I- I thought you… wanted to? I thought you liked me.” He looked at me with an expression filled with confusion, hurt and fear and tried to step back from me. No! I gripped the front of his shirt again to stop him pulling away further.

  “Wait, I do like you! You don’t even know how long I’ve waited to do that either! Probably longer than you think!” I blushed and looked down to the floor “but we can’t. We shouldn’t. I mean what if someone walked in and saw? I’d be suspended and you would probably be fired.” Why am I being so calm and collected about this? He could be standing here naked right now, so could I for that matter.

  “No one will come in and right now I don’t care even if they do. Nothing can part these lips from mine.” His hands went to my hair again as he leaned in for another kiss.

  “How do- you know? Someone- could just- decide to- come in.” I mumbled against his lips between kisses.

  “The door’s locked.” I quickly glanced towards the door to see his keys hanging from the lock and wondered when he’d done that… and why? Excitement bubbled in the pit of my stomach. He pressed me up against the desk that moments ago I’d been working at; I swiped behind me to clear it, the book and notepad landing with a thud on the floor so that I could pull myself up on the top and pulled Jamie closer to me again.

  I kissed under his ear and led a trail of kisses along his jaw back up to his mouth. His hands worked their way from my stomach down to the hem of my skirt just above my knees, where he started tracing circles on my skin with his thumbs. I wanted his hands higher. He was driving me crazy moving his hand up my legs so slowly, I had to show him I wanted more. I wrapped my legs around his waist and used them to pull his body closer to me, I gasped as I felt how hard he was against me; a shiver ran through my body again and my hands automatically went to his belt.

  I felt his thumb brush over the lace of my panties and he gasped. “Oh God, Liv, you’re-” He cut off his words as he crashed his lips to mine again; his thumb continuing to brush over my opening through the material. I gripped my hand on the buckle of his belt trying to pull him closer again; he groaned against my lips as I pulled the strap through the metal releasing its hold on his trousers. My fingers made quick work of his button and zip, his trousers only being held up by my legs wrapped around him.

  Jamie moved his thumb to the edge of my panties, pulling the material over to the side. I was aching for what he was about to do. Touch me! Oh God, touch me, please! But a small corner of my mind didn’t want that. For one thing, I didn’t want our first time, my first time even, to be in a classroom, me still in my stupid school uniform. Two, after everything I went through when I was younger, my stomach churned; fear rose up in my chest. It all suddenly felt wrong. “Stop!” I cried out without ev
en realising the word was on its way up my throat. I jerked away from him, my body immediately mourning the loss of his touch. Oh God… Now what? “We can’t do this… not here” I said firmly standing my ground, taking a deep breath to calm myself.

  “Do you want to go somewhere else?” He asked, sounding hopeful as he removed his hands from under my skirt to run them over my body again and continued kissing me on my neck, moans escaping me as he dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of my throat.

  “No.” He looked up at me confused again and even more hurt this time. “I just mean not now, I should be home now. We’re going to end up getting locked in here soon” My detention ended fifteen minutes ago, we had just been kissing for over half an hour! How is that even possible? It felt like seconds. “I need to go home.”

  “I’m sorry, I- I…” His hurt expression pained my heart.

  “Shh… Don’t apologise for doing what I wanted you to do, please. I just need to get home. I planned with Lily to study with her tonight.” I ran my fingers over his face and gave him a reassuring smile.

  “Ok, want me to take you?” he gave me a small hopeful smile back and I nodded.

  “If you don’t mind?” he ran his fingers through my hair one last time and gave me a small soft kiss. I giggled nervously and apologised as I watched him refasten his trousers, the hard lump still evident beneath the zip. I blushed as he rearranged himself to make it less obvious. We both gathered our things and headed out to his car in silence, I tried not to laugh as he placed his jacket over his arm and carried it in front of him.

  I kept sneaking small glances up at him through my eyelashes as we walked through the corridors; I blushed scarlet when I glanced up again and he was looking right back at me. He winked and the edge of his lip curled up as he smiled. I couldn’t believe what we had just done and he’d said he’d been waiting to do it too; but for how long? I wondered. Jamie unlocked the car and held my door open for me like the day before.

  Once we were ready to go, he drove out of school and rested his hand on my knee; I wrapped one hand around his arm and placed my other hand on top of his. His fingers gently traced circles on the inside of my leg. I wanted to press them together and open them wide at the same time.

  “Do you think maybe I could get your number?” He asked, glancing sideways at me

  “Is that wise?”

  “Probably not.” he smirked at me and I laughed.

  “I just mean that I have so much revision to do, I don’t want to be constantly checking my phone to see if you’ve messaged me. Knowing you, you’ll just be sending me messages full of ‘We are the Arsenal’ or the lyrics to some other song you idiots sing.” He laughed at me.

  “So I’m an idiot as well as an arse?” Jamie smirked over at me before looking back to the road. “Now you are just planting ideas in my head. Keep them coming.” He laughed again.

  Jamie was so funny and playful but no one ever saw that side of him; that was what drew me to him. I only knew about it as he liked to pick on me as we supported rival football teams; he was a massive Gunners fan and I was a Spurs fan. My friends didn’t understand why I was so obsessed with him; of course they thought he was good looking but none of us were the kind of girls to fall for looks alone (well except for Megan anyway). I often stayed maybe fifteen minutes after class to talk to him about football and random stuff like music so they just didn’t know him like I did.

  “Ok, you can have it. I study just after school though until five or six so you aren’t allowed to call or text me before then. I need to concentrate and I don’t need you distracting me” with your super sexiness, I mentally added. I poked him in the arm and looked in my bag for a pen and piece of paper and wrote my number down for him. He pulled into my street and I noticed my mum and dad’s cars were both gone, I chuckled as I imagined inviting him in and my parents going batshit crazy on their return, catching him sneaking out of the back door.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing…” I shook my head trying to clear the image.

  “Where’s your phone?” I took it out of my pocket and he got his too. He dialled my number and rang it.

  “Just checking you didn’t give me a fake number” He winked at me, it was slowly becoming my new favourite thing that he did “and now you have mine”

  “As if I would do that to you” I gave him a sly smile, undid my seatbelt and gathered my things about to leave the car. “Thanks for the ride home… Again” I smiled at him.

  “You are very welcome” he smiled. “So…” He said undoing his belt, twisting in his seat. “Do I get a goodbye kiss?”

  “No… You can have a ‘see you later’ kiss” I smiled as I leaned over to him and he hooked one hand in my hair, planting a soft kiss on my lips. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip like he did before asking to deepen our kiss and our tongues tied together again in their own little dance. We were both breathless by the time we pulled away; he leaned his forehead against mine and sighed.

  “I wish I didn’t have to bring you home”

  “Me too” I smiled sadly at him. “I should go in before…” I trailed off.

  “Before what?” he smirked at me.

  “Before you convince me it’s a good idea to take you with me.”

  “Damn, there goes my next plan then.” My heart was pounding in my chest. I leaned over again to softly press my lips to his once more. Would it be so bad if I asked him to come in for a while? My parents probably wouldn’t be home until close to midnight anyway, or if I just told him to drive us away and never look back? We could just run. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

  “I’ll talk to you later?” I asked as I got out of his car, feeling every inch of growing distance between us.

  “Try and stop me”

  THREE

  I ran inside the house and slammed the front door closed, leaned my back up against the wood and slid to the floor in a daze. Did I just dream that? I touched my fingertips to my lips which were still tingling from the feel of Jamie’s pressed against them; I ran my fingers over to behind my ear and down my neck which was still sensitive to touch. I shivered remembering his lips there a little over fifteen minutes ago.

  Staring at the phone in my hand I contemplated messaging him straight away. I looked at the time and saw that it was only just after four-thirty; I’d told him not to contact me before ‘five or six’. I picked myself up from the floor, gathered my bag and art folder and carried them upstairs. I needed to keep busy for thirty minutes. I stowed my art folder in its proper place, tucked down beside my desk, pulled my books and notes out from my bag, placing them neatly on my bookshelf and desk ready to look at later on. I straightened my bed even though I’d already done that in the morning; then headed into the bathroom just for something to pass the time.

  I picked up my toothbrush and the toothpaste and looked up into the large mirror over my sink and took in my reflection. My straight hair was slightly dishevelled despite me having tried to flatten it with my fingers before leaving the classroom, my cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, my lips looked slightly darker and I ran my fingertips over them again wishing Jamie had his pressed to them once more. My eyes were bright and wide, filed with excitement and lust. My heart was still pounding out of my chest; I had to remind myself several times to breathe normally.

  I began brushing my teeth, smiling to myself remembering how Jamie’s tongue had danced around mine; so soft and delicately but with enough force to let me know how much he wanted it. I pressed my legs together, closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I grabbed my face wash from the shelf, hoping some cold water would calm me a little, but even that wasn’t helping. I ran downstairs to look for something else to do to pass the time; I decided making a sandwich would pass by a few minutes and then eating it of course.

  My laptop was in the living room so I went to sit down and began watching an episode of my favourite show with a cup of tea. I tried to cloud my thoughts with only those of the sho
w but it wasn’t happening, my eyes kept wandering to the clock every few seconds. I still had fifteen minutes before five o’clock; the waiting was killing me. I sighed loudly and really tried to focus on the show. It was five minutes to five and I picked my phone up for probably the hundredth time in the last few minutes and wrote a pretty cheeky message to Jamie.

  To Jamie: If I knew detentions went something like that, I would probably have told you that you are an arse sooner! - O X

  My heart was in my chest again while I waited to see if he would reply; I placed my phone down on the coffee table and leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees so I could stare at it. What if he doesn’t reply for hours? What if he doesn’t reply at all and he was just messing with me. Oh God, I’m such an idiot. My phone bleeped and the screen lit up with his name, making me jump.

  From Jamie: Well Miss Stevens, if I knew detention was like that with you, I would have started handing them out to you sooner! If you called me an arse or not - J X

  To Jamie: Should I be a bad girl more often then? - O X

  I laughed to myself imagining the ways I could be his naughty schoolgirl.

  From Jamie: Only for me!! I don’t want to be hearing about you landing yourself in detention with any other teachers, I might start getting jealous. I’m already annoyed with Lily for making us need to stop. I really wish that we didn’t have to.

  To Jamie: I nearly got detention in English yesterday for daydreaming (about you!) but don’t worry, I bet Mrs Hastings is nowhere near as good a kisser as you are! X I didn’t want to stop either. I think stopping was the hardest thing I’ve ever done! X

  Why did I say that? I scrunched my eyes tight and shook my head. Idiot!

  From Jamie: Daydreaming about me? Intrigued! I imagine not, but I’m not up for finding out if I’m honest. You feel free though. Hey, I was wondering… Would you let me take you out one night? X

  OH MY GOD! Had he just asked me out on a date? I jumped up from the sofa and squealed, thanking my stars that no one was home; I could just imagine explaining to my mum and dad that I had a date with one of my teachers.