Saving Scout O'Brian (REMASTERED)

Five

Scout

I could feel the stares, the questioning glances and sneers of derision as I lay sprawled out on the hood of my car, the breeze slithering across my bare legs. The ruffled mid-thigh length skirt I wore shifted slightly, bunched up my thighs. I lay with my head towards the hood, my bare legs crossed and extended up over the windshield, one arm behind my head and the other holding my book over my face. My eyes scoured over the enthralling story "Tipping the Velvet", a secret smile on my face as I read about Kitty from Nan's point of view, the infatuation feeling familiar. Students leaving for the day pass me by, their eyes roaming over my tattoos, the cigarette hanging loosely from my lips, and the whispers surround me briefly before the breeze carries them away. The crunch of boots on gravel alert me that someone is actually coming my way, and I set my book on my chest, leaning my head back to peer at them upside down, inhaling a plume of smoke at the sight of Evelyn's unimpressed glare. I rest a manicured hand on my bare thigh, my fingers digging into Medusa's snakes as my own start to writhe and hiss in my belly.

Though, as much as she tries to hide it, I can see the way her eyes flit over my skin.

"This isn't really taking things seriously, Ms. O'Brian." She says curtly, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up in a way that makes my blood heat. I lick my lips, following the smooth skin of her throat to her cleavage, briefly wondering what she would taste like. The bell rings in the distance, and I know I'll have to grab my kid soon.

I laugh, low and husky, swiveling around to face her, smoothening my skirt. I pull the cigarette from my lips and put it out on the hood, wincing for a second at the slight damage to the otherwise flawless paint, before I flick my gaze to hers. Resting on my elbows, I appraise her. "Well, might as well face the rumors with a little rebellion."

She sighs, shaking her head. "Are you going to force me to give you detention before you even start?"

I tease, "Depends, will it be just you and I?"

Lips pursing, she doesn't budge, and I must admit, her defiance is doing things for me. Sighing, I push myself up and off the hood, my sweater riding up slightly and I catch her eyes going to the uneven skin of my hip, a slight frown marring her pretty features. I don't pull it down, leaning back a little further, showcasing the entire length of my abdomen, enjoying the way her eyes follow the flex of muscle.

"I suppose ogling a student is slightly worse than whatever crime you think I committed." I drawled lightly, though my words were drenched in a saccharine smile. Her face shuts down and I lift my book to my face to hide the pleased grin. Lowering it after a minute, I decide to play nice.

Well, whatever nice means for me.

"Relax, Ms. Thornton," I wink, popping up onto my heels, striding right past her, catching the faintest whiff of her cocoa butter shampoo and the uniquely spicy scent of cinnamon that is all her. I ignore the way my belly tightens as I briefly lean in, whispering, "I'll be a good girl for you."

I catch the slight inhale she tries to hide, my lips curling as I walk on by. I whistle "she knows it" By Maggie Lindemann a I stride through the school, shoving my way through cliques of jocks who swear at me and droves of pretty mean girls that glower and think I can't see the slut eyes they give me. I sneer right back at them, the monster in me purring deliciously at the way their eyes hit the floor. I reach Char's classroom, a smile immediately filling my cheeks when she runs out, her face flushed and eyes bright with unbridled happiness.

"Mommy!" She squeals, drawing the attention of the students around us. I pick her up with a laugh, swinging her around, pressing a kiss to her golden waves.