The Woman at the Bar ➳ Dinah Jane

twenty-six

I took my seat in the front as usual and Ms. Hansen slammed the door behind her to lock it and pull the shade down.

I leaned back in the chair and glared at the front of the classroom.

Her almost seven inch heels echoed throughout the room and in my mind.

Her hands grabbed a desk and turned it around so she could sit on the table with one leg crossed on top of the other.

"What the hell is your issue? First of all, you leave after you fuck me. Then you're all hateful to me on the phone. But what takes the god damn cake is you're whoring around with your friends." Ms. Hansen was filled with unattainable fury.

"Whoring?" I questioned her.

"Yes, whoring? Fucking everyone and anyone. I know you have dyslexia but you aren't writing right now so stop playing dumb."

I threw my chair back and stormed over to her, "I'm not fucking dumb."

"I know you're not. So why are you acting this way." Dinah retorted.

I turned on my heel and sat back down in the desk. I didn't feel like fighting about this. If we fight, the truth comes out and there's no reason for me to through Camila under the bus.

"Can I just sit here in silence like a normal detention?" I asked glaring up at her.

She shook her head and leaned back on the desk, "I want to hear you tell me why you and your friend 'Camila' are so buddy buddy."

I shook my head, "You're not gonna get anything out of me."

Dinah got into the seat of the desk and crossed her arms, "Then I guess I'll stare at you for this whole hour and a half."

"Glad to know you think I'm that hot that you can't take your eyes off of me." I smirked.

Fifteen minutes later and she finally broke me. Those dark brown eyes peered into my soul making me weak.

"Fuck. Quit it already. This is the longest stare off I've ever had in my life." I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

She smirked, "Still the champion. Now spill."

"Camila and I- we" I tried to get it to come out of my mouth. You can do this. "we had sex."

Dinah's eyes glazed down then back at me. "I knew it."

"It didn't mean anything." I told her honestly. Just because Camila and I are friends means nothing. I didn't feel the connection that Dinah and I have.

"Did she make you come?" Her jaw clenched.

"Dinah, please don't do-"

"Answer me!"

I looked down at my fingers that were on the desk, "Yeah. So what?"

Dinah shot up from her desk and walked over to me. Her hand pulled my seat out to turn and face her. She straddled my lap and sat down with her lips pressed to mine. Her long fingers messed with the band of my pants.

What the hell is going on?

Her mouth moved down my jaw and she started sucking on my neck.

"Dinah, what are you doing?" I asked, throwing my head back.

"Showing you that no one will ever make you feel the way you do when you're with me."

Her confidence was so expanded I could've mistaken her ego for Kanye.

"Dinah, you need to calm down. She meant nothing. She's only a friend." I explained feeling her fingers hook into my thong.

Dinah pulled away and purses her lips, "I saw you and her making out in the hall. I saw the way she grabbed you. I get it. Okay? I fucked up. I deserved you leaving and making a scene in my class. But you fucked her and that kills me just as much as it killed you when you saw that text from my ex."