Our Little Secret (Rhett McLaughlin//TeacherXStudent)

#21

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Beli's POV

I look down at the gorgeous switchblade knife, Olive gave me before she left and played with the switch a few times.

I place it back in my nightstand and lay there in bed staring at the ceiling.

How could Rhett do this to me? I thought he really liked me...

I roll over so that I was laying on my stomach. My phone begins to vibrate. I grab it and answer the call without looking at who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey Beli" Queenie greets.

"Oh, what's up?" I ask kinda disappointed that it was her who called.

"Laying in bed thinking about what you have told me, what about you?"

"Laying in bed thinking about Rhett" I say as I roll back onto my back.

"You really fell for him hard, huh?"

"Yeah, I did" I frown.

"It's kinda cute. If you want I can bash him up?"

"I'm good, it's not like we were dating or anything. I should've known I was just a student to him" I sigh.

"Yeah, plus it's not like you guys ever did anything, so..."

The thing is, we did.

"Yeah.." I say sounding unconvinced.

"Is Dustin there?" I ask changing the subject.

"Yeah, he's having a shower"

"Oh"

"Yeah, he does that now" she laughs, "I mean he always have showers-I would know because he smells nice but what I meant before was that he always have showers at my place after we have sex" she goes on.

"How many times do you guys do the sex?" I ask instantly regretting my decision

"Probably 4 times a day, depends"

"Wow"

"Yeah his dick is so thick and big" she giggles.

"Nice catch?"

"Thank you. I tried" she laughs, "I should get you a man"

"Yeah, I don't want one" I sit up and cross my legs.

"Are you sure? You don't want to die a virgin"

I roll my eyes, "I'd rather die a virgin than a slut"

"Nah, cause then you can't remember all the good sex..." she starts to rant which I zone out of.

"Dinners ready" mother bursts into my room.

"Ok. Hey Queenie I'll call you later"

"Actually don't because I'll be busy with Dustin"

"Okay, goodnight, I'll see you-" she hangs up, "tomorrow..."

I place my phone on my nightstand and make my way to the dining room.

I get excited at what was prepared. Pancakes with maple syrup. Weird but I love pancakes and believe that it's not only a breakfast food.

"Eat up" Mother commands.

I grab my knife and fork and begin to eat.

"Where's father?"

"Out. He's getting paid to dry hump a bunch of lonely selfish women" she answers and sits across from me. This was a rare moment for me and mother to have, she's never here for dinner.

"I'll have to go in about 30 minutes so you'll be home alone until 12:45am"

I nod and continue eating.

"Why was Queenie calling you?"

"Boy problems" I shrug.

"You found a boy? What's his name? How old is he? Is he nice?"

I try to make up a lie. I think of a boy to tell mother about. I thought of Logan since he was taking me to prom.

"His name is Logan. He's 17. He is really nice, in fact he asked me to go to prom with him" I smile.

"Ah, Good good" she nods and smiles in approval.

"Do you have a photo of him?"

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