Numbers z.m

Chapter 9.

"Anything you want baby girl"

shit his voice is still ringing through my head, it turned me on 

'oh you are you kidding? it really turned you on'

yeah it did

the feeling of his lips on mine hungrily  connecting my lips with his, and how his tongue danced with mine and oh my god how his hands felt against my boo.bs and how he sucked on my skin

but I kind of  cringed when he described Ms. Delores as an 

'easy fuck'

I mean yeah I know she was, everybody knows she is but I don't know I kinda feel bad, I really don't know

I was walking down the halls to my dorm, where I'm guessing Jasmine might be, getting ready for the party, My mind once again was swamped with thoughts, not about math and my not understanding it but rather the hot professor that taught it. 

damn it

I opened my door and Jasmine was getting into her clothes "finally!" she exclaimed and pulled me inside

"I know I'm late" I groaned and threw myself on my bed

"no shit, but we don't have to worry about a ride Niall said you had the keys to his car?" Jasmine asked

I nodded and closed my eyes

"hey! no! you're not sleeping you have to tell me what happened with Mr. f.uck-able"

"stop calling him that" I scolded

'oh but he is isn't he?' 

yeah..

"alright jeez, Mr.Yummy" she grinned "now tell me" 

should I or nah? it'd be best to keep it a secret since what we're doing could make him lose his job, although she is my best friend.

no, I really shouldn't 

I shrugged and said "he asked if I needed tutoring and I declined" 

'no you didn't' my subconscious smirked

oh grow up.

'stop lying first' it fought back

"fine, fine now strip" Jasmine shrugged while strapping on her shoes

"oh don't tell me you actually want to try something?" I playfully teased

"actually I do" she teased back

"well why not?" I smirked and started unbuttoning my shirt down and once it hanged off my shoulders leaving my bra,chest and stomach a bit exposed I let it fall off my shoulders and unto the floor leaving me in my skirt I started walking seductively and tried my best not to laugh

"What the hell is that?!?" Jasmine almost shouted

I was shocked and then I looked at her to see her gazing at the hickey just above my right boo.b 

shit

I stayed silent.

"Lexie Shay!" she scolded, I hated it when she acted like this, just like my mum

"fine, but can't it wait until I get dressed" I pouted

she rose an eye brow but nodded.

***

I wore ripped jeans, and a rather large baseball jersey, with a pair of black maroon vans, I let my hair fall down naturally, after I was done changing Jasmine made me sit down on my bed in a motherly way because that's how she acts when I keep things from her