The Sub

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

                Why does he want me to only come in here and not adventure throughout the house?

                Damn it, why can’t my subconscious stay away. She’s always there bugging the hell out of me. Well not always, it seems she just appeared the day I first met Mr.… I mean Luke.  Am I supposed to call him Luke outside of school, or should I continue addressing him as Mr. Hemmings? I’ll have to ask in the morning, or just call him Luke and see what happens.

                The sweatpants he brought me are too big as I knew they’d be. So I have to pull the strings tight and tie them quickly so they stay on my waist. The shirt looks huge on my frame. I unbraid my bangs and let them fall over my forehead. I can’t find a comb so I subdue my hair with my fingers then tie it back with the band I had around my wrist.

                When I make it back to the living room Luke is sitting on the couch doing something on his laptop. I’m not really sure what to do. I feel a lot better now, my mind is clear. Well as clear as it can be around him. I walk over into the room and then sit on the seat and a half near the couch. I love these oversized seats. They’re great especially for cuddling because of how close you’d be to the person you’re sitting with.

                “Uh, what time is it?” I finally find something to say. This should spark a conversation, and I might find something out about him.

                “It’s close to midnight.” His eyes do not leave the computer screen.

                Rude 

                “Why can’t I explore the house? I’m not inclined to,” that’s a lie, “but why not?”

                “It’s my house, that’s why.” He says bluntly.

                “Just trying to make conversation…”

                “Jacey, do you have a boyfriend?”  Oh?

                “No, not that it’s any of your business.” I say. He grumbles something that I think is ‘Oh but it is.’ I choose to ignore it, even though I hope that’s what he said. It’s odd how something he says can either set me off, or send butterflies to the pit of my stomach. “Can we watch TV or something please? Or if you’re annoyed with my presence you could take me home.” 

                “Why do you think you’re annoying me?”

                “Well, you said you only had feelings of arrogance towards me; and I’m not even sure that’s an emotion anyways. You’re being weird and well you’re a teacher. Isn’t this illegal or something?”

                “Are you 18?”

                “Yeah, why?”

                “It’s okay for now anyways. It’s not like we’ve done anything. Besides as long as this stays a secret it shouldn’t matter.” He tells me. “Are you going to report me? Just know that if you do, you’d have to tell the police or whoever that you were drunk at the time. Then all I’d have to say was I was helping you, so I’m not worried about the law right now.”

                “Why did you really bring me here? I just can’t believe that you’re just helping me out.”

                “Jacey,” He finally looks at me, “you wouldn’t like what I want to do to you. You’d run away if you knew. So for now let’s leave it at that.”