Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 2 - Parle vous Francais?

After a french class like that, I definitely needed to take a dip in the pool. Logan, Cece, and I all met up after school and I brought the girls home in my car. We were just going to relax by the pool until my mother came home and then I had to get started on my math homework. Logan wouldn't stop talking about our new teacher.

"Cece, he was like a Greek God walking into the classroom. He was created by the Gods to bless us with his appearance. You could hear the angels singing and he had a halo around him and everything!" Logan gushed. She got closer to Cece and said, "You could hear everyone's panties drop." Logan gushed, causing both of us to burst into laughter.

"I am so jealous of you two! He sounds so hot! I wonder if he has a girlfriend?" Cece said with a smile on her face.

"If he does then god bless that woman's vagina. Luckiest girl in the world." Logan laughed as she fell back into her seat dramatically.

"Okay, but what if he's gay?" I said.

"Or, what if he's bisexual?!" Logan gasped.

"No matter what he is, none of us can ever have him because he is our teacher!" I said, emphasizing the word teacher with a smack on the wheel.

Cece scoffed and looked over to me. "Just because soccer has a goalie doesn't mean you can't score!"

I looked over to Cece, completely surprised by her infatuation with the man. She just shrugged and I laughed, turning back to the street ahead of me. "Don't even look at me like that, Belle. You and I both know that our of the three of us, you would have the best chance with me."

I gasped, looking back at her. "Cece!" I exclaimed. Logan just sat in the passenger, tears dropping down her face from laughing so hard.

"What? I'm serious! You can't honestly sit there and tell me you don't think he's attractive, can you?" Cece said looking at me.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned down my street. "Okay, he's really attractive, but I think that you're missing the big red flag here; he is a teacher and we are students. STUDENTS. Don't you see the news, and how all those teacher student relationships literally never work? It's completely taboo, it would never actually work.

I saw Cece roll her eyes from the rearview mirror and pull her hands through her hair in frustration. "Belle, you are basically fluent in french. You are a straight A student with a seat waiting for you at Yale. You are smart, you're mature, and you're absolutely gorgeous! A man would be stupid not to go after you!"

I just shook my head as I pulled into the driveway to my house, seeing that my mother's car wasn't there yet. The three of us spilled out of the car and walked into the empty house. They threw their bags on the lounge chair in the forier and ran to the bathroom to change. I went into the kitchen and grabbed three glasses from the cabinet, filled them with ice and prepared some freshly squeezed lemonade for us. I grabbed a bag of cheetos from the pantry before I brought the tray out to the girls who were dipping their toes into the pool. They both smiled and said that the water was perfect and jumped in before I could say sweet. I placed the tray down and ran upstairs to change into my bathing suit, running back down and jumping into the water. It felt nice on my sticky skin.

Cece hooked her phone up to the bluetooth speaker and we swam around the pool, talking and singing along to the songs. We jumped off the diving board and had contests before we climbed out of the pool to take a quick break. We sat in the sun chairs and sipped out lemonades.

Cece relaxed back into her chair and put her arms above her head. "It still bothers me that you two have him and I don't. I have to stare at a lumpy old man for an hour and a half and he puts me to sleep. I'm sure you guys are wide awake."