Your Tutor

Chapter Sixteen

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Forest Brooks
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Fuck.

I can't stop thinking about her. She's swarming my mind like a fucking infection. Her soft skin, gentle touches, pretty fucking pussy. Holy shit. She's turned me into some crazed, horny fuck.

"Dude," a guy chuckles, pushing my right shoulder as he walks up next to me. "Who marked you up? I didn't take you for the hook-up type."

I glance at him and realize it's just Bash, the other one of the two Sebastian's I know. He's a frequent at the parties we throw, and he usually helps clean up if he's sober enough. I shake my head. "I'm not," I say, chuckling softly.

Sebastian leans against the wall next to me. "Then who are ya' fuckin'?" he asks.

"Uh, my girlfriend, actually."

He tilts his head. "Girlfriend? You actually moved on from Lailah? Never woulda' thought."

I have an itch to punch someone suddenly, and I'd prefer it to be him. I scratch my knuckles, staring at my ring. "Yeah, I moved on a while ago, Bash." My heart is pounding in my ear—slowly, but I can hear it. Whooshing and beating to the normal rhythm, but tell me I should hit him for saying something like that.

"Who is it? The lucky girl, I mean."

Lucky.

I look up and, coincidentally, see Maylee, Cameron, and Mackai walking in my direction. "The little lady right there." I point furtively at Maylee. "Cute, hmm?"

Sebastian chuckles. He knows Cameron—well, he knows her to be 'Mac's girl,' because he doesn't put much effort into remembering names—so I know he's looking at her. "Yeah. What's her name?"

She wasn't kidding when she said she was invisible.

"Peaches."

I hold out my hand when she gets close enough, and May reaches out to grab it. She gives me a quick kiss before pulling away. "Good morning," she says, her voice raspier and quieter than usual.

"Morning," I whisper.

Bash bumps my shoulder. "See ya' later," he calls before walking off.

Mackai snorts, looking at my neck. "Bro, you gotta' cover those up," he says. "Cameron covers mine."

"Yeah, I don't wear makeup. And our tones don't match, genius," Maylee murmurs, earning a sarcastic eye roll from Mac.

I wrap my arms around her shoulders.

She tilts her head back and smiles at me while Cameron and Mac say their goodbyes. "Did you study for your quiz?" she asks.

"Uh... sure. If that's what you want to hear."

"I want to hear the truth."

I kiss her forehead and smile. "Then, no. I didn't even look at the paper after I left your house."

She groans. "I told you that if you weren't putting effort into it, then I wouldn't do it, did I not? If you don't care, then don't do it."

Cameron nudges us forward through the door. I walk with her, still holding her shoulders, as she takes us to her seat. "I do care. I, just, couldn't stop thinking of you."

Maylee huff, sitting down. "Be quiet," she snorts.

"I just went home and thought of you all night. It's like you never left me."

"Shut up." This time, she laughs.

"Actually, I got off to you again. I just didn't have the time to pull out my notes in the midst of it." I grin.