Salty Licorice

Chapter 11

Liz's POV

So it's been a few days since I called Marisa mommy during our time in the clay room. I may or may not have been avoiding her, because of feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed about the whole thing. I think she's noticed because she seems to be staring at me more than usual. I really hope she isn't super mad about it, I didn't think when I let it slip I was just so embarrassingly desperate and wasn't thinking my thoughts through.

At lunch I felt her eyes on me more than once and every time I looked at her she was looking at me before she would go back to reading. I keep feeling like she has something she wants to say to me, but I'm to scared of getting reprimanded. I also don't even know what I would say in defense, or even just as a simple excuse.

"So, are you gonna tell me what's going on with you and four eyes over there?" Leo asked me in a bored manner.

"What?!" I ask, snapping my head in his direction.

"You guys keep staring at each other, and she never looks up from her book so it's hella suspicious. Not to mention she's been doing this for the last few days. So what'd you do?"

"N-nothing," I stutter, feeling myself get nervous at even the simple memory.

"Come on, spill the tea sis," Leo nudged me.

I sigh, covering my face with my hands hoping to hide my shame. "I may or may not have called her mommy while we were kissing in the clay room on Monday."

"Oh," is all he and Danny say in unison, it was two different types of ohs. One surprised and the other intrigued.

"Yeah I know I'm so embarrassed."

"So you have a mommy kink," Leo smirks. "Did she say anything after?"

"Not really but it definitely killed me with embarrassment. It's not like she's actually into me like that, just friends and stuff. She was helping me when I was having a massive migraine."

"Right," Leo drags out the vowel. "Well maybe she isn't mad and just worried that you're avoiding her. I mean she might have been into it."

I highly doubt that but I don't tell him that all I say is, "Maybe."

I change the topic quickly in a poor attempt to avoid dealing with my uneasy circumstance. Thankfully and dreadfully the bell eventually rings, ending lunch and forcing me back to that cursed art room. Marisa doesn't go into the clay room but sits with us during class. I shift uncomfortable in my seat as I feel her watchful eyes on me making me hyper aware of her presence. I realize I don't have the right paints that I need and debate with myself about weather or not to get up.

Enviably I decide it would be a chance to get a break from feeling anxious because of Marisa's presence, I get up and head to the back of the room where Mrs. Carson keeps the art supplies behind the teachers desk in the back closet. When I get up I don't look at anyone and keep my head down as I make my way to the paints in the back. I didn't even notice someone had followed me until I'm spun around pinned against the wall that's hiding us from the rest of the classroom full of curious eyes.

I look up and see dark green eyes staring back at my hazel ones. Those eyes only belong to one person and that one person is who I've been avoiding for the past 3 days.

"Aww did you embarrass yourself in front of mommy? It's okay babygirl you can tell me what you want," she says in a low voice next to my ear before biting my earlobe and squeezing my thighs and ass, a moan escapes my lips just before she pulls away and walks back into the main room as if nothing happened.

I try to fix myself but I can't seem to find my breath again. I shake my head away from all the dirty thoughts that have been making themselves a home in my head. I take a deep breath and straighten my shirt out before grabbing the paint colors I need and walking back towards my seat. Marisa is back reading her book again pretending she didn't do anything.