The head boy

Part 40 - A real mystery

"Over my dead body."

"Come on, it's just a photograph, I don't even need your face, just...you," End of April, since we came back from Iceland things went smoothly, work is good, a lot of investors have apparently been interested in our school, my mom complimented me the other day and I've spent every night with Tom.

"Being dead would not even be enough, because I would haunt you if you did that," Do you know what makes him threaten me like that? You must think it's something serious, something really inappropriate or even dangerous.

The truth is, I just asked him to be on my new insta post. I'm kneeling on his bed while he's still under the covers. We just woke up and I'm wearing fancy underwear today. He always looks deadly handsome so I just thought why not! "I don't have any social media and there's a reason why: I don't want to expose myself on the internet," he growls before turning around.

"I don't need your face! God, who would want to see your face in the morning," I snort, to tease him. It's a lie though, as I said, he looks annoyingly good when he wakes up.

"Be careful with your words, love, I might want to punish you if you don't..." he turns around again and looks at me in a suggestive way.

"So you're horny," I note and he rolls his eyes, "let's make a deal: you take this photograph with me and then we do the zigididoo."

"Or," he pulls on my arm until I'm straddling him, "we do the...zigididoo and then we do the zigididoo again," Smug bastard. Or maybe smut bastard umm...

I sigh before collapsing on the mattress, "I would but I need my daily dose of likes to have energy..."

He glares at me as he rolls his bottom lip in his mouth, I know that face, he's thinking.

"Fine, one quick photograph, but I don't want to show my face," he warns.

"Deal!" I take my phone on the nightstand and lie back down, Tom wraps his arm around me and I take a photograph of us in bed, no faces, oop, we can see his mouth, he's gonna be maaad.

"Isn't it too revealing?" He asks as I show him the result. There's a good view on my collarbone and also on my cleavage.

"I'm a modern woman Tom, besides, just in case you're worried," which I know he won't admit, "there's a man lying next to me in bed in this picture, I think it's enough to repulse all the other men don't you think?"

"This photograph is nothing compared to reality anyway," he says before rolling onto me and starting to kiss me.

"zigididoo?" I ask.

"Stop saying that," he commands. "It's cute and I don't want you to be cute right now, be your usual brat," that makes me smirk.

"Are you sure you can handle it, Mr Edmonstone?" What can I say, he likes bad girls in bed.

"I think someone here truly deserves a lesson," he snickers darkly, aroused by my attitude and takes out three condoms...

"Are you serious?" I suddenly feel a little scared. He's not for real...right?

He takes a hold of my thigh and smirks darkly, "I'm always serious."

***

On my way out of Tom's room, in the hallway, I bump into Lin who barely acknowledges me before making her way downstairs which is weird. Normally, she would have glared at me and made me feel like she was about to finally commit murder and yet, she did nothing.

"Is everything ok, Lin?" I call after her and she hums back.

I then hear a soft thud, like two bodies colliding just like Lin and I did a few seconds ago and then something unbelievable happens.