Blood Money (1) | The Inheritance Games

XI. this is me trying

"I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying"

It's field week. I fucking hate field week. We get to miss all our classes for a whole week, which is great. But at the cost of competing in sports all week. Ant Jenkins, has took it upon himself to sign me up for swimming, running and volleyball. 

Each pupil is required to participate in a minimum of two sports — but apparently i'm just so athletic that i'm doing three. 

The groups are chosen alphabetically based on last names, meaning that as usual I am with my brothers. A-D is blue. E-H is yellow. I-L is green. M-P is red. Q-T is purple. U-Z is orange.

I'm stuck wearing yellow, which really sucks because I don't own a single yellow outfit, meaning I had to go shopping at the weekend to buy a week's worth of yellow clothes.

Our groups all meet in our respective meeting point. Team yellows meeting point being in the cafeteria. Jameson, Xander, Avery and I all walk to the cafeteria together, wearing our respective outfits. 

Jameson is wearing a bright yellow soccer uniform, Avery and Xander don't have any sports today so they're wearing casual outfits. And i'm wearing a canary yellow sports bra and leggings set today for my sport.

Today is running, meaning I have to race one person from each other group. That means i'm up against 5 other pupils, all of which were chosen to represent their group for their speed.

"I fucking hate field week. And I hate running." I complain.

"I would stretch if I were you." Xander suggests. 

I groan and drop all my bags, heading into the yellow teams changing room to swap my shoes to running ones.

I take this as my chance to do some stretches, bending down and touching my toes.

That's when I feel two hands grab each of my ass cheeks and squeeze. Instinctively I flinch and jump the fuck away, only to find Ant smirking at me.

"Take your shit off, we don't have long." He groans impatiently.

"Are you kidding? It's 9am. I start running at quarter passed." I gape at my teacher, who is now locking the door.

"Quick blowie and gowie situation?" He offers. I shake my head profusely trying to walk out of the room.

He immediately grips my wrist, causing a cold surge of fear to cripple my body. He spins me back around and pushes me onto my knees.

"You fucking with me right now?" I yell at him.

He looks at me with what I can only describe as puppy dog eyes. "Please? I've been really stressed planning this I need to blow off some steam." He admits.

"You think I haven't been stressed? I've had tests all week plus three big sport things. And believe it or not, it's actually super stressful fucking your teacher in secret, so sorry that you've had the struggle of handing out leaflets but I don't see you getting on your knees and eating me out, so no!" I yelp.

He rubs a hand over his temple.

"I'm sorry Hawthorne. You're stressed too. You want me to eat you out?" He offers gently.

"Yeah. Please. I would love that actually." I sigh with relief.

"Sorry, kid, it's gonna have to wait. I'm already hard so it's your turn." Ant tuts, pulling his gym shorts down.