Bite Me...I Like It

Bite Me...I Like It Chapter 3

When I closed the door to Mr. Deppy’s office behind me, I wasn’t surprised to see Ivan standing against my locker at the end of the hallway. The excitement from the past several minutes seemed to diminish completely as I realized that the school day had already ended and now I’m stuck with this asshole…

I stuck my chin up and completely ignored him as I opened my locker, shoving several books into my over the shoulder bag.

“You aren’t even going to acknowledge me?”

“Nope.”

Damnit.

He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hey, I’m sorry for teasing you earlier, Robin.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, sure you are…” I scoffed.

Seriously, what has gotten into this kid? Is he not satisfied with his many ‘girlfriends’ or all of the parties he goes to? Now, he has to try and get into my pants, just because we were friends at one point?

I don’t think so.

I slammed my locker shut, the frustration clear in my actions.

“Listen here, Ivan; I’m not here for your convenience. We were friends when we were kids, but that’s it. Go live your exuberant life with your scholarships and basketball and all the pussy you want; and leave me alone.”

With that, I turned my ass around and stormed down the hallway, my hips swinging with attitude. He didn’t try to stop me, but I couldn’t doubt the sick satisfaction I got by his wide eyes as I turned away. If he thinks he can just bat his eyes and I’ll just lie down and spread my pretty little thighs for him; he’s so wrong.

“Fucking prick…”

 The drive back home was used up blasting whatever heavy music I had in my CD compartment, letting it take my frustration for a ride. By the time I parked in my driveway, I felt the music had run my anger into the ground, and I felt exhausted by the day.

When I walked in my tiny three bedroom brick home, I noticed my grandpa in his usual Lazy Boy chair, watching the football game with a beer in hand.

“Who’s winning?” I asked casually, throwing my book bag on the couch behind him.

He scoffed, taking an obnoxious slurp from the can in his hand.

“Not us…”

I smiled softly.

“Does that mean I should grab you another beer?”

He chuckled, reaching back to pat my knee.

“I’m fine, darling. How was your day?”

“Eh, it was okay. The usual bullshit; I’m just glad I’m gonna be graduating soon or I think I would have used a ruler to stab myself by now.” I chuckled.

He burst out laughing, his belly shaking with the effort.

“You’re just like your mother, Robin. She was just as witty and filled with a fire just as you are now.”

The comment was meant to be warm, but it just caused me to become suddenly chilled to the bone.

“Do you ever miss her…?”

He hesitated to actually answer.

“She was my daughter, so I have to say yes because despite her lack of better judgment; I did love her. Your father was a good man as well, but they were so caught up in their own problems…” he let his words trail off.

He knew he was bordering a subject forbidden to talk about here or anywhere. Grandma knew better than to touch it either, even when she stares numbly at the picture of my mom and dad on their wedding day.

He glanced back at me, concern clear.

I just smiled and went over to the small wooden table next to his chair, picking up his empty plate and taking it into the kitchen. I love my grandparents with all my heart; when no one else in the family wanted to take me, they were quick to take me in. Gave me a room of my own, clothes to match the new person I had developed into, and fed me. They let me do my thing as they did their own thing.

I lay in bed in only my underwear and a tank top, my hair strewn over my pillow as I thought over my overly dramatic day. The taste of Mr. Deppy still on my lips, the excitement below my waste it had caused me, finally catching the delectable counselor in my web.

But for some reason, despite how proud I am of myself for finally pulling the foot long poll from the counselor’s ass; Ivan’s approach was more prominent.

 When I actually let the way he lingered around to wait for me after school had even ended invade my thoughts; the chill of excitement that bit into my bones seemed a lot more adrenaline pumping than getting to make out with my hot counselor.

I growled in frustration, chucking my hair brush at the ground.

He’s such an asshole, using his mind games to get to me. I bet he’s been planning to try and get into my pants for awhile, just so he could tell his buddies about it in the locker rooms. Just to end up telling them, that I’m really the freak they all think I am.

I couldn’t sleep most of the night, those eerie green eyes of his invading my dreams.

“What happened yesterday won’t be happening again, Robin.”

I knew he was going to try and back track and make amends for what happened. Even as he tried to say it sternly, his voice wavered and his eyes scrunched up painfully. He doesn’t really mean that; he just thinks he does.

He’s probably been practicing saying this in the mirror all morning, but now can’t do it properly as I actually sit here, in my all too short checkered skirt.

I smirked like the predator I’ve become.

“No?”

“Absolutely not. I lost myself for a second, but it won’t be happening again.” He quipped.

He’s so weak…

“You don’t seem so sure, baby.”

His eyes narrowed as he straightened.

“Don’t call me that, Robin. Our relationship is a professional one between a student and a counselor. I will not take advantage of you again.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Is that how you see it? You taking advantage of me?”

He hesitated; the strong exterior he had built up is faltering already.

“I’m older than you, Robin…”

I scoffed, crossing my legs over and narrowing my eyes.

“Like that fucking means anything, Sir. You of all people should know how that was blown out of the water when it comes to me.”

He bit down on his lower lip.

“I’m aware, Robin; but this thing you’ve fantasized up in your head isn’t going to happen. It can’t happen.”

Irritation made itself evident and I frowned. This talk is over; I’m not going to sit here any longer.

Standing up, I slung my bag over my shoulder and opened the door before I hesitated, looking down on the man that looked torn between letting me leave or grabbing me and taking me there.

“Was I the one to fantasize, or were you?”

Then I closed the door behind me and marched my way to Study hall.