Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33     **Stevie's pov**

I'm sitting in history class next to Simon, who looks like he's only here to stare at Joey's ass.

Joey is our history teacher. He's got his teaching degree and was offered a job here, amazingly.

I elbow Simon, whispering, "Shouldn't you be doing the work?"

Simon shrugs. "I don't need to," he says, casually.

"How?" I say, a little louder than meant.

Joey glances over at us, still talking. He gives both of us a hard look, as if to say "don't make me give you detention".

I close my mouth quickly with a click. Simon continues making noise and not working.

Joey finally snaps.

"Simon Richardson, detention," he growls.

Simon just smirks and leans back, setting his feet on top of the desk. My eyes widen.

How can he be so calm about this? It's almost as if he's purposefully doing it...

Joey goes back to teaching, turning his back to the class again. Amazingly enough, Simon pays attention, at least I think he is.

After class is over, I stand up and leave, trying to be fast. I don't wanna have detention. That means I won't get to see Dave in my next class, which is Keyboard.

He helps me out a lot because I sit next to him. He makes me swoon like a little school girl for her celebrity crush.

God, he's so hot.

When I get to class, I sit in our normal seats, setting my bag where he sits. I look around, wondering where he is. This is my favorite class, only because he is in here with me. I frown when I don't see him coming in with the last of the students.

The teacher comes in and begins teaching, setting us off to do our work almost immediately.

I sigh, knowing I have to do this by myself.

When that class is over, I get to head back to my room. I don't have a full schedule, so I get to hang out for a long time in my room. Kate is free a lot because Kat takes care of the kids in daycare.

But today, Kate is doing her shift, and Kat is sleeping, so I'm on my own to figure out what to do.

I go to my dresser and pull out a set of gray lingerie that Dave gave me for my birthday. It's my favorite pair. It has a thong and a see-through top that is all lacy. It's really a comfortable set.

I go to my bathroom and take a really quick shower. Slipping into the lingerie, I look at myself in the mirror.
You could say that I am pretty thick. I don't have a thigh gap, but I'm not at the point where you see bones. I'm of a healthy weight, so I'm ok. But I feel like I'm fat. Chloe and I have the same thoughts about ourselves. We both feel fat and don't want to eat.

I jerk around to face the door when I blink out of my thoughts and see Dave staring at me. I blush and try to close the door quickly so he doesn't stare anymore, but he slips in before I'm able to shut it fully. I turn and grab a towel and throw it over his head and run out of the room. I hurry over to my dresser and pull on a pair of pink shorts and a pink t-shirt.

"Stevie?" Dave asks, coming out of the bathroom and pulling off the towel.

"Knock first before entering!" I yell at him.

"I did knock, though," he says, sounding a little hurt.

I wrap my arms around my chest, feeling embarrassed that he saw my body. He's my mate, but I still am self-conscious about myself.

"Stevie, I literally just saw you only in lingerie. I didn't see you in anything else, I swear," Dave tells me. I think he told me to make me feel better, but I'm not sure.

"Where were you during class?" I ask, almost accusingly.

"I was out getting something," he mumbles.

"Well, you missed a full class of work," I tell him, turning away from him.

"Stevie."

Dave grabs my shirt and stops me from moving away from him. I turn and look at him.

He grabs my hair in a gentle kind of way, pulls me down to eye level, and leans forward. I gasp a little loudly when he pulls my shirt down and leaves a hickey on my left breast.

I know my face is a bright red when he pulls back.

"Don't let anyone touch you," he says, grabbing my hand and sliding a beautiful alexandrite bracelet onto my wrist. "You're mine, ok?"

"David...tell me these are man made..."
"All natural."

"That must have cost you thousands of dollars!" I cry out.

He mumbles, "Was worth it for you."

"Davey," I whisper.

He lowers his head and hurries for the door.

He's going to leave if I don't catch him. So I do the most rational thing that I can do when a guy who gave me an expensive gift.

I tackle him. He goes face first into the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck, anchoring him to my body.

"How dare you try to leave after you gave me a hickey and a bracelet!" I growl at him, burying my face in his hair.

He shifts under me, probably trying to move so I'm not crushing him.

What shocks me, though, is when Dave stands up and carries me over to my bed. I squeak when he drops me on my butt on the bed.

He sets his hands on my shoulders. As he stares deep into my eyes, I feel my body start to heat up.

"You are one strange female," he says. "I've never known a woman so persistent and stubborn that she would keep coming back to me."

"Well, you're adorable and my type," I tell him.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "You should be careful who you talk like that to."

"I'd only talk that way to you," I say.

I wrap my arms around his waist and yank him onto the bed with me and lay him on his back. I lay my top half on his and nuzzle my face into his neck.

"Stevie," he says, his voice a little husky.

I leave a hickey on his Adams apple, lean back, and smirk at him sweetly.

"You gave me a nice one, so I'm returning the favor."

He reaches up and touches it. "Did you really..."

I giggle and lay fully on top of him. "Yes, I did."

He laughs, a deep, sexy sound that makes his chest rumble. I rest my chin on his chest.

"I love your laugh," I tell him.

"I love you," Dave admits. I look at him, tilting my head.

"How can a sexy man like you love me?" I ask.

He sets his hands on my hips, and kisses my nose. "Because you're hot and mine."

I laugh. "How am I yours?" I ask, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear him say it.

"Because you're my mate."