Forbidden Desires

Chapter Three: Bloody Mary

 I walked into school with a huge headache Monday morning and wished that I could be anywhere but in this hell hole.

The only good thing about this morning is that the curls I pinned up last night stayed, and that I had worn the most comfortable pair of sweats a girl could own.

I dragged my feet as I headed to first period, already regretting making my way over before I even stepped foot into the classroom.

I felt as if I had one foot with the living and another with the dead. I was aware of going through the motions, going to my classes, handing in and receiving assignments, but in no way was I connected to the conscious part of my brain. I was subconsciously committing everything to memory but had no actual interest in the days events.

That is until I was making my way to the library during lunch and found Dante Reed with a murderous look on his devilishly handsome face.

I was pulled out of my zombie-like state when I saw this mouthwatering creation, our eyes connected and his beautiful features contorted into a deeper scowl as he spoke into his cellphone.

My lime green panties became uncomfortably wet with moisture and the  folds between the apex of my thighs rubbed together with each step I took.

I was still about five feet away from passing him and already his scent filled my senses with his delectable scent.

Dropping his gaze I walked faster, hoping to get to the libraries bathroom as soon as possible without combusting.

I thought he was going to give way to the usual game of cat and mouse but was surprised when I never felt his firm grip around me.

I was even more disappointed when just like last Friday I found myself wanting to lock eyes with midnight swirls of obsidian but knowing that Dante had already left the building.

I walked into the small book store ready to start my eight hour shift.

Although it was going to be a long time before I actually got to go home, being surrounded by books made the time spent here worthwhile. I punched in just as the clock said two fifty-nine p.m and sighed in relief for not being late.

I only had thirty minutes to get here since they scheduled my work roster for two thirty p.m and I started work at three.

Luckily for me the shop was only about a fifteen minute walk, less time if I actually drove a car here.

After clocking in I walked over to Patty, the boss.

"Hey Patty," I greeted while giving her a hug as she typed something up on the computer.

"Hey honey, how was your day?" Some people may say that being so close to your boss is weird, maybe even strange, but with Patty it felt normal. She was the mother figure I lost when my father died four years ago.

It started with me coming in to drown my reality in the world of fictional characters two years ago, then as an internship, progressing to a part time job, and finally a full blown eight hour shift once I turned eighteen.

"It was alright, school dragged a little bit, but I made it out alive." She laughed at the exaggeration in my voice.

"Try a fucking lot, don't think I forgot how tedious school can get. I'm old but not that old," She giggled as she quickly glanced at me then continued on with her work.

Did I forget to mention that old lady Patty was a total badass. Not your typical fifty year old librarian.

"And your day?" I questioned as I got up and out from behind the small enclosed space.