The Games We Play

Chapter Seven:

Chapter Seven: Maci POV

"What were you thinking?!" Alex yelled at me.

I looked down into my lap. I honestly didn't know. I didn't know what I was doing with Peter. What I felt. What to do. What to say.

This time she said it in a softer tone, "What were you thinking?" When I didn't answer for the second time Alex sat next to me and put her hand on mine.

I looked up at her. "I don't know, Alex. There's just something about him". She nodded and I started to cry. She didn't say anything. She just let me lean into her. Letting my emotions flow.

After I finished crying and whipped my tears I smiled. I really smiled. "Alex?"

"Huh?"

"I like him. Peter. He's very sweet and when I was with him last night I felt safe, comfortable. He calls me beautiful and I believe him."

"Maci it's wrong. You could get hurt. He could get fired." I nodded. "But if it's what you want then go ahead."

"I want him, but i'm not sure if I want to be with him." I smiled at the thought of his hands on my body. I so want him. "I think he wants me too."

Alex looked at me and we started laughing. "Well, of course he does. Have you seen your body!"

"Oh, Alex! Was that a confession?"

Trying to control her laughter, she pushes me off the bed and says, "Ha, you wish, sweetheart".

Alex and I spent the rest of the day together. Talking about the events of last night. Hers and mine. School. Personal problems. But when I asked her about why she moved here she shut down. I know she's hiding something and I'm going to make it my duty to figure out what it is.

I didn't want to upset Alex, so I just let the topic go and moved on.

We stayed up late, but not to late. Tomorrow was Monday. A school day.

Thinking about school had me thinking about Peter. How would tomorrow pan out? Would he treat me like he normally did? I'd assume. We wouldn't want to lead on to anything. Keep it a secret. A secret relationship? That has to be one of the sexiest things. I just want to kiss him. What did his lips feel like? I wonder. Soft? Was he a good kisser? Like Simon, or was he better?

School. Peter. Secrets. God, tomorrow should be fun.

***Peter POV***

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Fuck, this is a brand new red pen.

Clunk.

I shouldn't have to throw away so many pens. This is an AP English class. They shouldn't be this stupid. At least my best class is next. The class that Maci is in.

Ring.

Well, there goes the bell. I better finish these papers.

"Hi, Mr. Kelly."

"Hello, kids" I return the greeting without even looking up. Grabbing the next paper I read the name. Maci Martin. I smile immediately shooting across my face.

"Hello... Peter." I knew that voice anywhere. I look up to see Maci. Her brown hair flowed over her shoulder, an orange dress peaking through.

"Hello, Maci." She turns and walks to her seat. Her heels clinking. I finish writing on her paper. Smirking.

The bells sounds again. "Okey, everybody. Take a seat." I glance at the clock. Oh, this day will never end.

***Maci POV***

This has got to be my new favorite class. Peter looks sexy today. I mean he always does, but today he just looks better. I wonder if it's all for me?

Maci pay attention! Stop thinking about your teacher. Especially when you're in his class.

Mmm, his lips. When he talks. The sound of his voice... MACI GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF.

"I'm going to hand you guys your papers back. I wrote corrections. The grade on there in your final grade for te paper. If any question just ask. Okey?" Everybody answered back Peter back, 'OKEY'.

I haven't received my paper yet. He must be saving the best for last. Or maybe mine was the worst? What if I failed? Damn, my mother is going to kill me. "Maci?" His voice snaps me out of my panic.

"Mr. Kelly?" I don't want my paper.

He places his free hand on top of mine and lies my paper face down. "Very well". He smiles holding my gaze just the right about of time. Can I kiss you? Please! He pulls away walking back to his desk.

Oh, boy! Breathe Maci. One. Two. Three. I flip my paper over. "OH, WOW." Everybody turns and looks at me. Shit. I must have said that out load. "Sorry."

I can't believe this. A 90%. I didn't even think I did good. Maybe C work, but an A? Holy Fuck. Wait what's this?

Turn the page ------>

Um, okey? I wonder what it coul... OH, MY.

ERMPH, I want more people to read ! WHAAAAAAAAA. please?