Forbidden

Chapter 3

My heart was racing like a racehorse wanting first place. I held my book bag tightly to my body, as I rushed through campus, blurring out any other students that came through my path. I sighed a sigh of relief as I saw my dorm room door, and I swung it open.

"Hey baby!" I heard someone say. I walked in, and saw Abbie laying on my bed, along with my other best friend, Ashley. I dropped my bag to the floor, and put down my jacket on the shelf.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" I asked, annoyed.

"We wanted to here what happened with curly, duh." Ashley said. I glared over at Abbie.

"You told her?"

"We're all friends here." Abbie said, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, nothing happened. At all." I said casually, plopping down on my bed, with them, kicking off my sneakers. "We talked about grades, and he said I was smart. That's it."

"Damn it, he didn't spank your bum with a ruler?" Ashely yelped.

"- or lean you against the chalkboard as he kissed you passionately?!" Abbie chimed in.

I shook my head, and smirked. "You guys are clowns."

"Well excuse me for livin'!" Abbie said.

"What's the big deal anyway? I mean, everyone's had a crush on a teacher or two. Besides, why not Professor Styles? He's actually kind of cute."

Abbie and Ashley exchanged glances, and Abbie mimicked someone throwing up. "Puh-please, Skylar. He's married for gosh sake's, think about it! And all he does is talk about Shakessmith or something, anyway!"

I looked over at Abbie, and rolled my eyes. "You know, sometimes I wonder how you made it into University, Ab. It's Shakespeare. And yeah, I know he's married. I don't plan on taking things any farther than a crush. But now that he knows about it, it's kind of pointle-" I froze, and I looked over at Abbie and Ashley, who were wide eyed and drop-mouthed.

"He knows you like him?" Abbie gasped.

"How?" Ashley seconded.

"I, he, he figured it out, okay?" I said, bowing my head into between my knees, which were pulled up to my chest. "It was completely, and utterly embarrassing."

"Whoa, Sky! He knows you want to jump in his pants now!" Abbie screamed, jumping off of the bed, and onto the carpet. She moved her hands with drama, as she spoke. "What if he likes you, too, man? What if, what if-" she paused, and I glanced up at her, her face was stuck in a wide expression. "Oh my God, what if you two started fucking around? Like, after school? That'd be so sick, holy crap!" she shrieked, and Ashley smiled up at her talking, in agreement. "You-you'd get good grades on your papers all the time, Skylar!"

Though the thought of any sort of relationship with Professor Styles popped into my head for a moment, I quickly shook it off. "No, no, and no! Besides, I already get good grades on my papers, without having illegal sex episodes with my teacher, thank you very much. Just, stop. It's not a big deal."

Abbie's excited expression died, and she walked over to plop into the beanbag chair in the corner of the room. "Whatever." she said.

"Don't you guys have to study?" I said, breaking the silence that now filled the room.

"Yeah, but I don't feel like it." Ashley said. Abbie just sat there.

"I want a life." Abbie said. Me and Ashley both looked at her.

"What?" I said.

"I said, I want a damn life! Beyond these dorm walls is life out there! Parties, clubs, drugs, booze! Life! You know what I mean?" Abbie voiced lively.

Ashley just nodded.

"Pft. You guys are crazy." I said, grabbing my algebra book from my bag. I opened it up, and flipped to a random page, and pretended to be reading through it.

"No, we're not! We're reasonable! Last year was so hectic, with SAT's and college applications, and graduation, and, and with Bryan!" Abbie spat.

"Don't bring up Bryan. Please." I said, starting to feel uncomfortable.

"I will if I want! Bryan. Bryan, Bryan, Brya-"

"Ab, I think we should go." Ashley tried to cut off Abbie, because she knew I hated talking about him.

"Screw that..." Abbie said.

We all now sat in the dim-lit dorm room, awkwardly silent.

"Why the fuck can't you talk about him, I mean, move on! So he hit you once or twic-" Abbie started.

"He fucking beat me, you have no right to talk, Abigale!" I shouted. Ashley being the innocent girl she was, shied back on my mattress, and winced. Abbie just breathed heavily, and crossed her arms.

"Abbie, like I said, let's get out of here and just let Skylar breat-"

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on my dorm door. We all looked at each other, we had no clue who it could be.

"Who's there?" Abbie called, hastily.

There was no answer.

"God damn." Abbie mumbled, as she heaved herself from the bean bag chair, and went for the door. She grabbed a hold of the handle, turned it, and in came light from the hall way, shadowed by a tall, dark silhouette.

"Well, hello there Ms. Smith." I heard a British accent say. Ashley and I eyed each other worriedly.

Abbie whipped her around around slowly towards me and Ashley on the bed, and grinned menacingly. "Well hello there, Professor Styles. Funny seeing you here."

"Oh shit." I whispered.

"We're going now, bye." Ashley said, leaping off of the bed. Abbie grabbed her bag, grabbed hold of Ashley's wrist and shoved hurriedly past Mr. Styles.

"Bye, Skylar. See ya at lunch tomorrow!" I heard Abbie shout once as they left the room. And there I was. Again. All alone in my dorm, with Professor Styles standing cheekily in the door way. Oh, fuck.