Miss Jackson

Chapter 4

Brendon's Pov

When we get to my house I come around to let her out and grab her bag. I sling it over my shoulder and walk with her, holding her hand to my front door.
We walk in and she goes to the living room and takes a seat. I set her bag down and plop down next to her. She leans into me and I slide my arm around her shoulder and lean back. She takes her phone out and I watch as she watches the snapchat from her friends asking what was up. She flips the camera around and I scrunched my eyebrows together.
"This is okay right?" she asks.
"Of course" I nod and make a silly face like her. I want nothing more than to take dumb selfies with her all day and cuddle and make her laugh and smile. I click on the tv and watch sports center.
"Hey Brendon...do you eat or? Cause I'm starving, the food the cafeteria serves is most liked designed off a mouses dinner" she jokes.
"Yeah, there's food in the fridge, help yourself" I point towards the kitchen. She slides off of me and I feel cold without her warm body on me.
"Ooh, beer" she sings.
"Not for you, 17 year old" I get up and stand behind. "Drink that juice" I point to the sunny d in the back.
"Wow Brendon, thanks. Sunny d! Are you sure?" she jokes.
"Just drink it." I laugh.
"Fine, Mr. Boss man" she pours herself a glass and sits down.
"Mr. Boss man, I think I might like that. Is that my pet name?" I sit down next to her.
"No" she shakes her head and kisses my cheek.
"Too bad" I kiss her back.
"Brendon" she smiles.
"Yeah, babe?"
"I really like this, being here with you"
"I like it too" I agree and lean in to kiss her lips. She presses into me, I let her have complete control seeing where she will take this. She gets my mouth open sliding her tongue in my mouth. She laces her hands through my hair and sits on my lap. Straddling me, rocking back and forth making me hard.
"Delilah" I urge her to stop.
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just hard" she leans back. I adjust my glasses and fluff my hair back to normal.
"It's hard for me too but I really want this to work out" I explain. She bows her head and I take her hands in mine and kiss them.
"Do you wanna work on that paper?" she asks.
"Wait to kill the mood" I snort.
"Sorry...do you want to work on that paper Mr. Boss man" she licks her lips and then, of course, bites down on her bottom lip.
"Delilah!!" I smoosh her cheeks with one hand. She smirks, happy with what she has done.
"You are so going to pay for that" I warn her.
"How?" she asks.
"I'll figure out a way" I nod. She climbs off me and grabs her bag. She pulls out that damn paper.
"If I raise your grade to a B will you please stop with the after school, school work."
"I just thought-" she leans back to look at me.
"The extra credit was a way for me to see you after class. I'm obviously going to raise your grade" I tell her.
"Really, just like that?"
"You're my girlfriend" I laugh. "Dating a teacher is bound to come with some perks" I scratch my stubble. I can see the light in her eyes and it makes me happy.
"I'm going to have to date my math and science teacher too then" she places the paper back in her bag.
"Youll pay for that...cause your mine" I grab her wrist lightly, my fingers work their way to her hand and I hold it tight.
"Yeah" she nods. "All yours" she leans against my chest.

She falls asleep soon and I can feel the rhythm of her breathing on me. I take out my phone to capture this moment. I point the camera towards us and smirk. I post the picture on my personal twitter, not even the school could find.
"With this one, couldn't be any happier" And I really couldn't, she makes me the happiest guy ever. She mumbles something in her sleep and I kiss her head.

Delilahs Pov

"You're my girlfriend" his words dance in my head. I was his girlfriend and he was my boyfriend and that's all there is to it. We are together, a couple, a hidden couple, to be kept a secret until I graduate.

"I love you" he whispered into my ear as we sat next to each other at the lunch table.
"I love you too" I whisper back. Nobody is looking at us, nobody is questioning us. We can be as public about it as we want and nobody is going to say a thing. I bite my lip staring at his lips.
"Delilah, you know what I've said about that. Please don't" he places a hand on his pants.
"Sorry, bad habit"
"You know what my bad habit is?" he asks.
"What?"
"You, at least you were" he kisses me. "Now you're my good habit" he brushes a hair behind my ear. This moment is so perfect I don't ever want it to go.

Brendon's Pov

She cuddles closer to me, her naked body against mine and I couldn't ask for more.
"I love you so much" I whisper into her ear.
"Get off her!" someone shouts. I turn my head, a cop.
"I wasn't!" I shout. I turn my head to see Delilah crying in the corner, bruises covering her again and I'm so confused.
"Why did you do this Brendon?" she cries, she lifts her head, both eyes bruised and her nose bloody. The police take me away and all I hear is her crying and asking why.
"I love you" I shout.

"I love you" I shout sitting up quickly making my head spin. The same dream as before. Why do I keep having these dreams? I would never hurt her, I love her....I love her.
"Brendon, are you okay?" she asks coming in eating some food.
"Yeah, yes I'm fine." I wipe the sweat from my head and look at her.
"Bad dream?" she asks sitting by me. I just nod, staring at her fully clothed body.
"Have I ever hit you?" I question.
"What? No, why would you ask me that?"
"I'm sorry, its this dream I keep having" I tug at my hair and put my glasses back on. She sets her food down and sits next to me, crossing her legs.
"Tell me about it"
"Well, I keep having these dreams where you're in the corner crying, bruised because I hurt you and the cops come in and arrest me and you keep screaming "Why Brendon" I don't know why I keep having these dreams" I shake my head.
"Oh, baby. Come here. You would never hurt me" she tells me as I cuddle into her. She plays with my hair and sings Sinatra into my ear.