Losing my virginity to my teacher | ✔

42. Messed up.

AMELIA’S POV

      The rational part of me thinks that I am over reacting but the irrational and untrustworthy part of my brain viciously tells me that the rumors can be true.

         But I take deep breaths to calm myself down before I have another damn panic attack.

         “You know you can tell me anything right?”  Jordan speaks after a moment when I finally calmed down.

        I nod because I don’t believe my voice not to quiver.

        “I am not sure if the rumors are true or not, but I did over hear it from the gossip bitches, it may be just a bunch of shit.  I am telling you this because you seem to like him somehow.”  He says and his disbelief in his voice is seeping through his tone even if he appears to be supportive. 

       “This is the reason why I didn’t say anything to you.  The disgust and the way you eye me says it all.  I seriously like him, Jo.  I know how you think of me like I am a trash who goes have sex with a teacher—” I am abruptly cut of when he pulled on my bicep.

       First, I thought he was going to shake me out of my stupor because I was blabbering things with my eyes leaking but he pulled me towards him and hugged my body impossibly close.

         My tears became more prominent and I let out a sob on his chest.  He didn’t even care that I was soaking his shirt, but I am glad it was black in color because my eye makeup sticked to his shirt.

       “Shh…it’s okay.”  He said and continued shortly after I stopped crying.  I didn’t know what prompted me to cry, whether it was Jordan speaking with me after weeks or that the rumors about Zach could be true.  Neither way I did dry up all my moisture from my eyes.  I tried to rub the dried-up tears on my cheeks but the way Jordan was holding me I couldn’t even sneak up a hand over my face.  But I did bask up in his warmth while he continued talking.

        “It all could be just a rumor as it should be, but I…It’s that I didn’t know then.  How could I probably know that Mr. Wilson is not that type of professor, you know how it is.  You can’t blame me that I thought that the rumors would have been true that he had an intimate relationship with a student because he is hot, believe me.”

        I sputtered a genuine laugh.  I agreed with him wholeheartedly, that Zach is indeed hot.

        Jordan tightened his hold when I laughed, it was like he wanted to treasure the moment.  I did too.  When he started to talk next there was a smile in his voice, gone all the cold and ice demeanor.  I considered that as a victory itself.

      “That’s the only reason, Ames.  I am not disgusted by the fact that you two are fucking.  Ow…. ok don’t beat me, let me say the fact that my professor and my best friend are bumping uglies would not make me concentrate in his class.”  He said and laughed at his own theatrics.  He suddenly threw an accusatory glance my way. 

        “Did you two had sex on his desk?”  He asked and my eyes grew wide at the question.

        “What?  No.  Why would you ask that?”  I ask exasperated that he would think that we already christened the desk on his classroom.  The thought did cross my mind when I day dreamed in his class but I would never do anything to make us both suffer in a situation where we can get caught.

       “Just asking out of curiosity.”  He said like it answers everything.

       “Curiosity killed the cat, Jo.”  I teased.

        We both laugh and stayed silent.  He slightly lightens his hold so I rest my cheek on his chest and gaze at the park.  The sun has considerably set and the street light above us glowed like a halo.