History (Nathan Gardner) - Complete

On My Mind

The next few weeks are tense. Fucking hell.

All that's been on my mind is how I fucked Nathan on the couch. And now we can't get enough of each other. He's making me lose my god damn mind. The sneaky touches in between classes, the making out in the car before we set off for work. Keeping it a secret has been the hardest part. Making sure no one catches us at the college, not telling my Mom and Dad. Him not telling his daughter. It's almost exciting, the secrecy of it all. Knowing he's waiting for that door to close before he will attach himself on my lips.

"Behave.." I warn him when he's placing a soft kiss on my neck.

"I can't you're just.. you do something to me.."

"I know but you're next class is due in 15 minutes.."

"That's enough time.."

"Really?" I laugh and he's just being serious.

I shake my head.. "No! It's not enough time.. you're just being needy.." I push him away and he looks like a lost puppy I swear.

He manages to behave himself for the next class. The small glances over to me as I help one student at the back of the class makes me laugh.

The afternoon comes by quickly and I'm sat in my own going through my own work, Nathan has a teachers meeting so all afternoon classes are cancelled.

I get quite a bit of work done that I need to hand in before autumn break. I'm looking forward to travelling to see my sister but I haven't told Nathan yet, so not sure how he's going to take it.

"Uh.. Miss Jones?" I hear calling me from the door.

To my shock it's Susan, standing at the doorway.

"Hi! Yes come on in, your dad isn't here, he's got meeting this afternoon.."

"That's ok.. it was actually you I wanted to speak to.."

Oh shit. Please don't tell me she knows.

"Oh sure, take a seat.." I offer her the chair at her dads desk which she takes, swinging her back onto the floor.

"What do you need to see me about?" I ask her, anxiously waiting for her to tell me.

"My dad.."

I'm pretty sure she'll be able to see the sweat glistening on my forehead.

"He's acting differently and I don't know why.. he's.. happier and it's weird.."

Oh thank fuck.

"Oh..erm.. I'm not sure I know why.."

I do but I'm not about to tell you that it's because we're kind of.. being intimate.

"I just thought with you working with him every day you would have known, if he had told you anything?"

I shake my head.

"Sadly not, he's not much of a talker.." I let out a laugh.

"So he hasn't said anything? Anything at all?" To which I shake my head again.

"I don't mean to sound rude but haven't you just asked him why he's changed?"

"Me and my dad? Talk about his feelings?" She laughs.

"God no.. that's why I'm asking you.. it's just weird. He's happier, he's smiling on a morning before coming to work, that's not like him at all, he's talking more about me, asking me about my friends, my boyfriend.. he's never been like that before. I'm just concerned..."

"Isn't him being a happy, more caring father a good thing?" I ask her and I can see her thinking about it.

"I suppose.. listen.. if you find out, anything will you tell me?" I nod and agree to what she's asking.