Teacher's Pet

XIX

Landon

"Are you alright?" I asked her again. She tensed as I slid my hand from her own, and down to her waist. "Oh I remember you," I said, holding her tightly against me. She casted her eyes towards the ground and I felt my chest tighten. Maybe she doesn't remember me? I had a few- more than a few- drinks that night, but I sure as hell remembered her. Why did she look so damn uncomfortable? Just a few days ago she was grinding up against me.

"How about I walk you to class, and I get that name you owe me?" I winked at her, gently tipping her chin up with my fingers. Her skin felt so soft against mine and I felt a smirk grow across my lips at the sights of her. Her cheeks looked flushed as a blush spread across her face. Whether it was from embarrassment from falling or from how I was holding her, it was cute nonetheless.

"Th-that won't b-be necessary, L-andon," she sputtered out. So she does remember me. Where'd her confidence go? I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those questions. It wasn't my intention to make her uncomfortable, but without a phone number or even a name, I didn't know when I would see her again. It didn't matter how, because she was here. Besides, it was cute, the way she blushed like a child.

"C'mon babe, I don't mind." I insisted, turning back towards campus. Maybe she'd tell me where her class was by the time we made it to the front of the long parking lot. I glanced over my shoulder to see her following begrudgingly behind me. Her dainty arms were crossed over her chest tightly, and she kept her gaze on her tattered boots. Damn, she's a cute gal isn't she. I tucked my hands into the pockets in my leather jacket, never going anywhere without it. You don't even know her.

I didn't know her, but that's what pulled me towards her. She didn't seem like just some easy pussy. She seemed fragile, almost like a china doll, but I didn't know. Who knows, maybe she's just an easy fuck. "So where to?" I asked her as we stepped onto the sidewalk. It was an early Monday morning, meaning the street was busy with professors and students rushing around to get to class. There was a girl across the street from us, with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. No doubt seeing who matched with her on Tinder as she stepped into the road with no regard for the traffic surfacing around her.

A horn blared from the minivan swerving around her. "Fuck you!" She shouted after it when she saw her drink spilled down her front. "Jesus, Stacey." I laughed at her. A deep chuckle rumbled from my chest, but only got worse when I saw the look on her face. Stacey's and the girl's standing next to me. The dainty girl's eyes were the size of saucers and her mouth had fallen open with shock. "Fuck you, Landon. It's not funny. These are new shoes!!" She squealed, while stomping off past us.

"She c-could've gotten hu-hurt," the girl next to me whispered. Fear was evident in her blue eyes, causing the slightest twinge of guilt to bubble in my stomach. "She'll be fine. Trust me," I assured her. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Stacey wound up on my doorstep later. Now that's an easy fuck, but not good company. She wasn't the type of girl I could take home to meet my mom, or my gran. Their opinions were the only ones that mattered to me after all.

"Margaret," she said in an uncertain, yet angelic voice that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand.

"Huh?" I looked at her in confusion. "My n-name is Margaret," she stammered. "Margaret," I tested it out, feeling how it tasted on my tongue. "I like it. It seems like an older name for you, but it's sweet," I complimented her. She gazed up at me through her long, thick eyelashes and I noticed the nervous smile playing at her lips while she nibbled on the bottom one. "Well alright, Margaret. I don't suppose you'd want to dip out of class and get a bite to eat would you?" I asked her, and within an instant her eyes were the size of saucers again.

"I didn't think so," I chuckled, figuring what her non-verbal answer would be. "Maybe another time then, babe." I finished, slowing my pace as we neared the main hall. "My class is in Hughes," she directed me towards the Language Arts building. Shit. How old is this girl? I haven't been in this building since I was a freshman. Granted, once I got most of my gen-eds out of the way, I tried to stray away from there. Writing papers was a bitch, and was not something that peaked my interest.

Before we reached the doors to the four story stone building, I pulled her to the side of the steps, away from the other students leisurely walking inside. Her breath caught in her throat as though I had startled her. "Can I see your phone, darling?" I asked her while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her skin felt warm and smooth against mine when my fingertips brushed down her cheek. "Erm- w-why do you n-need it?" Margaret took great interest in her fingers, and bounced from foot to foot.

"Just let me see it and you'll know why." I winked at her. She hesitated for a couple of moments until the door to the building closed with a heavy slam, seeming to pull her from her thoughts. Once she took it out of her bag, I snatched it from her and went to her contacts. Xander Thomas- Where do I know that name? Oh well, it didn't matter who it was. At least it wouldn't matter soon. A cocky grin formed across my lips as I added my cell phone number into hers and sent myself a simple text- her name.

"There," I started as I handed her phone back, "now we have each others' numbers. Now it'll be easier to find you if you change your mind about breakfast, Margaret." She stood there, rooted to the ground with her phone in her hands, and my contact still pulled up.

"But I- I don't think-" she started to look up at me, and I took this as my chance. It seemed to make a lasting impression on most girls, so I would take my chances with Margaret. I leaned down and brushed my lips against her gently, before cupping her cheek in my hand. Her lips tasted sweet, like apples and it made me hungrier than before. I slipped my tongue against hers, wanting access to the inside of her mouth, but I pulled away. Her hands had found their way to my chest, whether she wanted to pull me closer or push me away, I wasn't sure. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, like she had been holding it and looked more flushed than before. Her cheeks were a bright pink, spreading all the way down to her neck.

"I'll catch you later, darling." I winked at her and turned to leave. I didn't look behind me, not even when I heard the soles of her shoes tap against the concrete steps. My tongue flicked out and drug across my bottom lip, tasting her sweet lip gloss. I guess apple is my new favorite flavor.

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