Coffee with Mr. Casey

9 - Johnny Who?

WARNING: This chapter has explicit stuff. Read at your own risk.

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Lola

Nerves shot through my veins as I walked to school. I was fueling on no sleep at all. I had lay in bed all night thinking of how, and why, I kissed Mr. Casey. I wasn’t able to come up with an explanation. Still, I couldn’t figure it out during my long walk. I wasn’t even able to clear my mind.

I tried my hardest not to think of what was going to happen at school. I had my hopes up that he regretted the kiss terribly and decided not to show up. That would be to easy, though.

Finally after passing Joel’s liquor store, I could see the school in the distance. I tried to single out the silver Honda but the cars were too tiny to even make out what kind.

I looked down at my watch, noticing that the bell had already rung. I sprinted towards the school with my backpack violently flopping up and down against my back. Just when I thought I had made it through the doors just in time, the bell stung my ears. I winced as I heard the last door down a hallway slam close.

My gaze fell to the hallway before me, which led to the senior hall. My blank face twisted into a frown and I started walking. My footsteps echoed through the hallway, enough to attract a teacher who likes to catch tardy students. Tiptoeing would have been much quieter but it slowed me down.

I gazed left and right as I walked down the hall, making sure no one would be able to see me. I smiled when I realized that Mr. Casey wasn’t in the halls. Yes!

Swooping around the corner of senior hall, I smashed into something warm and hard, then I felt the scorch of hot liquid all over me. I met the floor flat on my ass, looking up at Mr. Casey and I was completely covered in his coffee. Only his tie had the tiniest smidge of a brown stain.

For some reason, he dropped the cup, though it still had some in it. When he bent over me, I felt his arms wrap around me and pick me back up onto my feet.

“I’m so sorry, Lola!” He said, trying to grab the handkerchief from his front pocket. When he managed to do so, he started dabbing my face with it. I knew right then, that my make up was going to wipe off. He didn’t need to see what my father had done when I came home the night before, but it was too late. The handkerchief smeared the light beige make up off my face.

Mr. Casey looked at me horrified. “Lola…” He mumbled, lifting his fingers to my black eye.

I slapped his hand away. “Do you realize where we are?” I spat.

“He hurt you...again,” he said angrily.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Yes, and it’s your fault but there isn’t anything that you can do, okay?” I said, brushing past him.

“Lola, I want to talk to you about last night,” he called behind me.

I turned around, trying my hardest to look annoyed. “Why? So you can make me even later than I am and give me a detention, like you always do?”

“Just meet me after your last class, okay?” He pleaded.

I shook my head and let out a deep exhale. “Can we just forget about everything?”

“Please,” he begged.

“Fine. I’m going to put more make up on.” I turned around, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered I was. I did want to forget about it. I knew the consequences could be bad for the both of us if any of this got out of hand. I knew everything about that kiss was wrong, but I’d wanted it more and more each second. And that’s what scared me.