Cougar

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“Tyler.”

I leaned back into my chair and let my eyes flicker up to the front of the French room. Miss McClain stood near the whiteboard, a purple dry eraser marker in her hand. Seeing she had my attention, she gestured to the board.

“Come up here and translate this sentence.”

I focused on the neat purple words that read: Elle veut se marier au printemps.

A certain situation going down under kept me in seat. I took a deep breath and let it out, saying, “I can’t.”

From around me, my fellow classmates snickered while McClain laughed shortly. “Why not?” she asked, raising her brow. It drooped as a thought dawned on her. But it wasn’t the right one.

She added with a slight hinting tone, “Tired?”

Yes, but no. I live to impress this girl. Getting up there and proving I paid attention to what she taught us was my goal every day. I’d participate in this class even if I was dead tired. Even if didn’t know what she wanted me to translate - which I did.

It read ‘She wants to get married in the Spring.’

No. My issue was something I wanted just her to see. Not the entire class.

The room sat waiting for my excuse, so after giving McClain a brief look-over - the true reason why - I told them.

I said flatly, “I have a boner.”

The class erupted into loud laughs. Her eyes widened and I saw them give a quick glimpse to the area. She pushed out a small laugh.

“Seriously?”

I skidded my chair back and motioned to it. There was a slight bulge making itself known. In case she didn’t see, I smirked. “Wanna check for yourself?” The class laughed louder. McClain tried to hold back her smile, but it still came through.

Her eyes zipped back up to my face and she said, “No, I believe you.”

Though I was bummed she didn’t say yes, I scooted back in. After the laughter died down, she translated the sentence herself, then handed out tonight’s homework.

Ugh. The only thing I wanted to do tonight was her. How dare she give me this?

Nonetheless, I folded the white sheet of paper two times before stuffing it into my Nike drawstring backpack.

We had a few minutes to waste before first period ended, so I got up and dragged a chair along with me over to her desk. Upon hearing it drop to the ground, only a few feet away from her, McClain twisted her swivel chair around to face me.

“May I help you?” she asked, grinning up at me. As I took a seat, I gave a smile to her and the few people who had their eyes on me. I do this every day. They should be used to it by now.

“Just wanted to say hi,” I told her, leaning to rest my chin on my hand.

“Well, hello,” she said laughing, giving her attention to the little Post-it note she had in front of her. On it were the names of people who neglected to turn in last night’s homework. I was not one of those people. Her class is the only class I give a consistent effort with involving homework and such.

Good grades mean impressing her - and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but impressing people and making them proud to know me is something I strive for daily. Well - it's not a set goal, but more of a side mission.

Plus, I really wanted to do her.

No, she wouldn’t be the first teacher I slept with, but…I don’t know. I didn’t care about the others as much as I did about her. Maybe because I have told her so much about my life. She’s close to knowing everything about me.

All but the abuse. I’ve told her some stuff about it, but she thinks it’s all in the past.

She’ll figure it out soon.

McClain was interrupted by the bell and her little story about her cat and its bad smelling pee got cut short. I waited for the class to clear out before getting up to put the chair back where I got it from.

I made my way over to the door, saying "Je t'aime."

She smiled and said, “Backattcha.” I blew her a kiss to which she laughed at before dunking out to Study Hall.

Shelby wasn’t here today. Rubbish. Ellie and her have yet to start dating, thank God.

Because we did it.

I know. I know. I’m a terrible person, but…I can’t help it. Seriously. I have major problems.

It was great, though, the sex.

We were intending to just hang out and go to Tokyo Peking - a Chinese take-out restaurant - as ‘best buds,’ then hang out at her house for a bit…and ended up totally nixing the food, going straight to her house to bang.

Eh. I got to eat, regardless.

Ha. That was an oral sex joke.

Anyway. After French, the next four lessons flew by. Fifth meant Ellie and we spent the whole class ogling over McClain. I told her about popping a boner and it hindering me from participating in class.

She laughed so loud my ears ached afterwards. The entire room turned to stare at us, taking a break from the powerpoint. Ellie suppressed her laugh into a snort, waving at them to turn around.

She murmured a sorry to Mr. Yunker. After giving us a stern look, he turned back to the slide in front of him. A blank map of Asia stared back at me and I knew that meant a Geography test over it soon.

Great.

Ellie leaned towards to me to laugh quietly.

“Did she like what she saw?” she asked, cracking out a short and loud laugh. She beamed when everyone turned back to her. Not helping the situation at all, I smirked and said my lame joke.

“She was drooling,” I changed my voice into an old, feeble grampa. I wheezed out, “If you know what I mean.”

Mr. Yunker snapped at Ellie one more time when she couldn’t contain her insane laughter, earning her a morning detention. I dug my face into my arm to subdue my cackle or ‘otherwise I’d be joining her.’ We were forced to spend the rest of the class on separate sides of the room, but that didn’t stop us from looking at each other every so often to laugh.

God. I love my sister…I say even though I slept with the girl she has a massive crush on.

Man.

I hate myself.

Once the bell rang, signalling this awful class to be over, Ellie and I were reunited, but not for long. Ellie and Damien made it to the café ages before me, because I had stopped by McClain’s room beforehand to inform her that I was going to be joining her for lunch.

She had laughed, but said she wouldn’t mind that. I winked at her before backing out of her room.

I stood slouching in the long lunch line, suddenly dead tired like always. The time I spent standing seemed to drag longer than it normally does. That gave me time to think about how much of a horrible person I am.

I eyed Ellie as she sat in our usual spot, a round red table in between two rectangular fake granite tables. She was grinning and laughing, Shelby at her side. I guess Shelby did make it to school today. I made I mental note to ask her where she was.

Just then, Shelby went to take a sip from her Dole fruit punch and the table broke out laughing when it dribbled down her chin.

The dentist.

I started to smile, but at the sight of Ellie and Shelby laughing in each other’s faces, I stopped. They would be really happy together - which is great, don’t get me wrong; I don’t like Shelby like that at all, actually, but…I slept with her.

The amount of guilt I felt made me feel hallow inside.

I wanted to tell Ellie. She should know - especially if they’re going to date.

I hope she doesn’t hate me for it.

Before I knew it, the line moved about twenty feet up and the lunch lady was handing me a tray.

Geez, that was fast.

I started down at the mountain of carbs and starches: a Bosco pizza stick with a side mashed potatoes with turkey gravy and corn. I gave the lunch lady a nice smile. She grinned back at me, telling me I needed a yogurt to go with the Bosco stick. I took a peach, punching in my school ID number.

I grabbed pointless items of food to fill my tray that were just going to wind up in the trash regardless. Reaching the front of the line, I waited for the other lunch lady to ring up my food. Instead of hearing her say I was good to go, she scrunched her mouth.

“You don’t have enough money.”

I dropped my gaze down to my tray. I picked up the peach yogurt and said, “I’ll just take this.” But she shook her head, a clicking sound coming from her mouth.

“You don’t have any money, actually.”

Great. I heaved a sigh, handing her back my tray. I cracked a smile, taking the few steps until I was meters away from the doorway.

“It would’ve been nice to know that yesterday.”

I dropped my smile, walking out into the roaring cafeteria. Mid-way to the door, I heard my name being slurred loudly. I looked to see Shelby with her arm hooked over Ellie’s shoulder. They both had big smiles on and were directing them right at me.

Ignoring Shelby’s greeting, I hollered, “Boo! Read the Bible!” with my middle finger raised, hoping the assistant principal didn’t see. Mr. Emerick and a few random teachers stayed naïve at their little reserved teacher’s table, stuffing their faces with food.

Shelby and Ellie smiled at me and I fed them the gesture back, dropping it when I was fully out of the cafeteria.

My mood was lifted when I made it to the foreign language hallway. I turned into my desired destination. McClain sat at her desk, her lunch of Lean Cuisine already cooked and halfway eaten.

Noticing that I didn’t have a tray with me, she frowned.

“Where's your food?”

“Apparently I don’t have any lunch money,” I informed her in a loud, scratchy voice. An annoyed mocking of the lunch lady. She was a nice lady, yeah, but why didn’t she tell me yesterday? I pulled a chair over to sit in and leaned against McClain’s desk. I sighed, dropping my head into my arms momentarily. I cranked my head back up to force a smile at her when she asked if I wanted some of her lunch.

I pretended to consider her kind gesture, giving a look into the black plastic container. Her usual lunch of spinach artichoke ravioli. Looked and smelled great, but - ugh. The thought of eating, heh, *food* wasn't all that appealing at the moment.

I mentally cursed at my mum, but knew if I had been more self-assured growing up, I wouldn’t be like this at all. It was my own fault for letting my constant need of acceptance to take me this far.

I shook my head at her, saying, “Nah. I had a big breakfast.”

“You sure?”

I nodded, dropping my backpack to the floor.

“Absolutely positive. Thanks, though.”

She smiled lightly at me, going back to eating her food, though more slowly than before. I wondered if eating around me made her ‘nervous’ or whatever. I don’t like eating around people; it makes me feel disgusting, honestly.

I swear I can feel all eyes on me when I eat. It’s the absolute worst - but apparently everyone fucking feels like that, so guess who ain't that special of a snowflake. Yours truly.

Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, I tilted my head to look out the window. There were small specks of snow falling fast outside. The entire school yard was covered with it. It was November now, getting to December in four days. I brought up a trip I was going to be taking soon.

“New York is going to be crazy freezing.”

She looked up and nodded with me. “Aren’t you excited? You get to see your friend.” Two weeks of Christmas break; I was going to spend it visiting my friend from Oregon. He moved a month after I left. I nonchalantly shrugged, though I was happy to see him again; he was my best mate after all. Plus, New York. It’s gonna be awesome. But it’ll be my first time travelling alone. I hope it goes as planned.

I glanced around the room at all the posters she had hung up. One caught my attention and I laughed. It was a picture of a cat hanging from a tree that said Accrochez-vous!

‘Hang in there!’

That reminded me of a recent discovery and I said, “Oh,” dropping my arm right over McClain’s. She was initially startled and stared at me with her eyes wide. I mumbled out a sorry, taking my arm back over to me.

She laughed, “It’s okay. What?”

I began to smirk. “I figured out how to say some stuff in French.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Well, one…” I sat up straight, only to slouch back. I said it slowly to ensure I’d get it right. “J'ai envie de faire pipi.” She actually snorted at me, but translated the sentence into English.

“You have to pee?” she said with a big smile. I nodded.

“And - le singe est sur la branche.”

When she narrowed her eyes me, I laughed. She muttered, sticking a ravioli into her mouth, “Alright, Eddie Izzard. Anything else?”

My smirk grew as I said, “Vous êtes chaud. Obtenez dans mon lit.” I’ve been practicing this one, so it came out fluently. She stared after me, her brows crinkling in confusion. Then her mouth hung open.

“Chaud – mon lit ? Tyler,” she giggled out, reaching forward to slap my hand. “That’s inappropriate.”

“So?” I laughed, playfully slapping her back. “You are hot; get in my bed.”

She bit back her smile and went back to eating, finishing the last ravioli. She suddenly stood, going over to the rubbish bin, placed right by the door. She plopped her trash into the bin, giving me a quick slanted look.

“Nope,” she said, padding over to the closet.

I watched her pull it open, taking her purse out. A water bottle. She cracked the lid off and tipped it back.

“No?” I said as she twisted the cap back on, dropping it back into her purse. She nodded, gulping it down. I noticed her cheeks were starting to get rosy.

“Why not?” I went on. “We’ve known each other for about four months. That’s long enough.”

She stayed on the other side of the room, her arms crossed over her chest after she tucked a few strands of that dirty blonde hair back behind her ear. Her side bang fell perfectly over her eye. “That doesn’t mean anything,” she said, finally moving over to the whiteboard. She picked up an eraser, though there was nothing to clean off.

“You’re a student,” she added. “I’m your teacher.”

“So?” I said again, letting my eyes drift up and down her petite body. She was so irresistible. She saw and her cheeks got redder. She quickly turned to face to board, dragging its eraser over it.

“So,” she echoed. “I’m not a cougar.” I waited for her to put the eraser down and she did, walking slowly back over to her desk. She began rearranging the folders and stacks of paper.

She was nervous.

Good.

“You’re in your twenties; it’s not like you’re fifty. It’s not gross.”

“But it is inappropriate,” she said, reaching over to the other side of her desk to grab a mint. My eyes fixed on her butt. She was wearing dark denim skinny jeans. I recognised the faint outlining of her underwear and wondered what they looked like. Her green short-sleeved shirt inched up her back as she stretched to grab the plastic container of Tic Tacs.

I shifted to lean on my other arm and took a quick peek down the front of her shirt, spotting the light grey material of her bra.

My jaw tightened and a brush of excitement tingled down my spine, pushing an involuntary smirk across my face.

I gave a fleeting look to the clock and saw there was still about twenty minutes before lunch was over. Twenty minutes to be alone with her. I glanced away and saw she was looking at me, her hand clasped over her chest to seal her shirt down onto her chest.

“My eyes are up here,” she reminded me with a raised brow. I smiled back at her.

“I know.” I got up and gave her another cheeky smile when her head turned to follow me as I went over to the door to close it.

“Tyler,” she warned at the sound of it clicking shut. I smiled innocently, coming back over to where she was, stopping inches away. She edged herself back, almost sitting on her desk.

She breathed out an uneasy breath. “What are - ?”

I took her chin between my index finger and thumb, tipping it up towards me. Her hazel eyes widened but fluttered shut when I connected my lips with hers. That wave of excitement fled through me again, followed by a feeling of warmth and contentment.

Her hands almost instantly went to lace through my hair while mine closed around her hips.

I let one of my hands roam free, drifting lightly up her side and onto her warm cheek. Hooking my hands on the back of her legs, I lifted her slightly so she sat on her desk. I could feel her smile, but she didn’t stop me. I pushed myself up against her, hands gripping the edge of the desk.

I started to get a very nice tingling sensation, one I felt this morning in her class, and grinded up against her again. When I started to get rougher, she placed a hand on my chest, pushing me away gently. I tried desperately to keep the kiss going, but she also pulled her lips away each time.

She blinked up at me with devious eyes. They took a glimpse down at the growing bulge and she bit her lip, shaking her head.

“I think that was enough.”

But I wanted more. I shook my head right back at her, going to close in on her lips, mumbling, “Nowhere near enough.” She let me give her two brief kisses before she laughed, pulling back again.

“This isn’t right,” she said, smiling when I continued kissing her, this time her neck. Her head tilted back and I knew she didn’t want me to stop.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t.”

She unfortunately pulled further back to meet my eyes. She laughed, “That’s exactly what it means. I’m your teach -” I stopped her there.

“No, you know what - I’m done hearing that. Do you think I give a single fuck?"

"Hey, no cussing."

"Shut up. I want you. Don’t you want me?”

Her cheeks started getting pinker - if possible - and she averted her eyes away from me. She breathed out a shaky breath, biting her bottom lip before looking back up at me.

Another quivery exhale as she whispered, “Y-yes.”

“Then prove it.”

And that she did. She slowly curved her arms around my neck, hooking her fingers together. She tipped her chin up and locked her mouth onto mine.

I wanted to lay her on her desk and fuck her, but didn’t want to mess up all the organisation she just did. I gripped my hands under her legs again, picking her up. Her legs wrapped around me and she let me carry her to the other side of her desk. I gently placed her in her chair, taking my lips from hers.

I smirked as she pouted. To keep her happy, I trailed my kiss down her chin and to her neck. Her head dropped back then she pouted at me again when I stopped kissing her entirely. I brushed my fingers against the lining of her jeans and then the zipper.

Her hands flew down to cover mine and she shook her head, but still smiled.

“No,” she whispered, biting that damn lip of hers.

“Not sex,” I assured, fiddling with the brass button, though that was what I really wanted. I didn’t have a rubber with me, anyway. She held my gaze but slowly nodded, hands going to ruffle through her hair. Her breath hitched in her throat when I unzipped her jeans to see the different variations of purple in a plaid pattern. I smiled down at her underwear.

She really likes purple, I think.

I rubbed my finger over them making her shift slightly. A small sigh came from her mouth. I inched her jeans down to her knees and then her ankles, keeping my eyes on her underwear. She kicked off her jeans quickly and let me spread her legs.

My fingers glided over the stitched seams. I dragged the tip of my index finger at varying paces to what she liked the most. She responded more to when I did it slowly.

I went to the side of her underwear and pulled it to the other side. She clearly was right to not be expecting any type of sex today, so nothing was really shaved, but, uh...I didn't care? If you're gonna let me do the sex with you, you can bet that there is absolutely no judgement when it comes to shit like that.

I reminded myself to thank her later for being so selfless and focused back on the almost naked half of her that laid in front of me. I poked the tip of my finger slowly into her and her hips buckled. She was so wet. I knew she wanted it just as much as I did. Her head fell back and she moaned quietly.

I stuck my free hand up her shirt to cup her through her bra while my head went between her legs. She clamped her hands down roughly into my hair, pushing me closer.

My tongue and finger moved faster each time. I pulled out my one finger, sliding in two.

She moaned again, but louder. I glanced up to see her eyes sown shut. Her mouth was open slightly until she bit her bottom lip yet again to hold in another moan. It came out loudly anyway.

I shushed her saying, “You have to be quiet.”

Sharp intake of breath then a slow nod.

I wondered what people thought when they walked by her closed door or looked out their window into her room. Did they hear her? I wonder if they saw her grip her hair between her fingers, her head knocking back when she moaned again.

I moved faster and faster until she started to tighten around my fingers. She let out a high-pitched squeal. Something I would’ve totally been cool with if we weren’t doing this at school. I instantly clamped my hand over her mouth, making her moans get muffled.

They turned into groans as she finally came.

I slowed my fingers and tongue down until I had stopped completely. She leaned back with her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.

I rested my hands on her hips, kissing her again.

This wasn’t going to be last time she came for me. I was going to make sure of it.

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PRESENT DAY
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I reached down and grabbed my shirt from my bedroom floor and wiped my stomach with it before tossing it into the laundry hamper by my closet door. I caught sight of the hickeys that laid in my line of sight and sighed deeply, lying back down on my bed. After pulling my boxers back up, I sighed one more time, my hands going through my hair.

Yet again, I wasn’t satisfied. The tenth time I’ve jerked today and I’m still not satisfied. I thought thinking about the first time Ally and I did anything remotely sexual would be enough, but it wasn’t.

Why is this happening again? I didn’t want to wind up hurting Ally by going off to screw different girls to see if maybe she was the problem.

No. Deep down I knew it was me.

I'm still on my sick day, by the way.

I sat up to open my bedside table’s drawer. Finding the little Ziplock baggie I was in search of, I grabbed it and brought it to lie in front of me. I pulled it open and fetched out an already made blunt, grabbing the lighter from my jeans which were next to me on the bed.

I lit up and took a hit, hoping that this would mellow me out enough and I would just fall asleep after eating a whole pizza by myself. I slouched back, fixing my eyes up at the ceiling. I faintly heard my telly going.

I don’t even know what I was watching, but someone on the TV screamed, “MY LEG!” so I'm guessing SpongeBob. Wait, what time is it? I checked my bedside alarm clock. 2:00-something. Ally should be home soon - assuming she’s coming over today.

I hope so. I needed sex big time.

Within minutes, I found myself staring blankly at the wall.

I laid there finally content.

Everything was getting blurry, so I shut my eyes for a second before opening them. The only reason I didn’t keep them shut is because I was reminded of something, but after laying there in thought, the memory erased itself, leaving me to stare at the wall in confusion.

I could hear Baby’s nails click and clack against the title flooring of the kitchen. I crinkled my brows, really wanted to remember what I was trying to remember.

I sighed, taking another drag, letting my mind hum out the world.

But then again…wait. What? Never mind. I forget.

My eyelids started feeling heavy; I let them drift down a bit. NO! I blinked quickly, not wanting to sleep until I remembered. But…I wanna. I'm so tired.

My vision shrunk and slanted as I let my eyes drift down completely.

They shot open at the thought of ‘pizza.’ Ooh. That sounds brill. But, eh. I was too tired to do anything. I took a final hit before putting the shrinking blunt down.

My stomach growled and I mentally kicked myself into a deep slumber.

-

It felt like I only slept for a second, but when I looked, I saw the clock blink 5:42pm back at me.

I angled my eyes up to stare at Ally as she cupped my face.

“Wake up,” she said with a pat to my cheek. “I’m ordering pizza.” I laid there in awe, watching her pick up my blunt from earlier. She lit it.

“You are such a beaut!”

She grinned at me. “I know, I know.” She swatted at my legs forcing me to sit up, and she sat down. Taking a drag, she asked me how my day was.

“I jerked about a thousand times.”

She nodded in consideration. “Standard, standard - are you okay?” she asked with a laugh. I shrugged, turning towards the TV. Fairy Oddparents was on now and I suddenly longed for SpongeBob.

“I want sex,” I told her nonchalantly.

“Later,” she promised before she realised what that meant. She said bewildered, “Again?”

I put my hands up in defence. “I’m a sick fuck,” I pointed out, grabbing the blunt from her. “I’m sorry.” She laughed but shook her head at me in fake dismay.

“We gotta fix this, bub. I’m gonna be limping everywhere if we have sex twenty times again in one night.”

I smiled at her, saying, “Twenty-one?” When she smiled at me, still shaking her head, I tried again. “Nineteen?”

“One,” she bargained. “Maybe twice, but…I’m gonna be a loosey goosey soon.”

“I’m okay with that.”

She took the blunt back from me. “I ain’t - hey, speaking of loosey goosies, I talked to Rebeca today.”

I laughed, leaning back to stare at the TV. “About what?” She showed me ‘what.’ She had a jacket in her grasp that I didn’t realise was there. My jacket. I sat up in delight.

“She had this,” Ally said, pretending like she was going to hand it to me. Inches away she yanked it back and gave me a glare. She asked, making me groan, “Why did she have this?”

I cracked a smile at her when I said, “She’s a thief? Maybe we should report her to the school so they deport her back to Brazil.” Getting her raised brow, I sighed and told her, “When I cancelled our little after-school ‘meeting,’ it was raining buckets. I had to drive her home. I let her borrow it.”

“Had to?”

“More or less,” I muttered, snatching my jumper from her. I held it out in front of me to give it a look-over. No food or girly stuff got on it. It had a slight stench of mildew on it from being in the rain and not immediately getting washed. I also picked up the light scent of something fruity. Blueberry, I think. Perfume. I gave it one more quick sniff before I tossed it into the laundry hamper, neglecting to see Ally’s blank face.

I asked warily, “What?”

“Did anything happen?”

I answered her honestly with “Nope.”

“Is that why?” she said, slouching. “Is that why you wanted sex so badly when you got home? Because you couldn’t sleep with her?”

“I wanted sex with you so badly, because I like sex with you.”

“Not as much as you used to,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands. I didn’t say anything back because it was true.

She spoke again, stammering slightly. “A-are we…done now?”

“Done?”

“You know, over. The point of friends-with-benefits is to have good sex, but if you’re bored of me, only one of us is thinking it’s good. Are we done?” she repeated the question quietly. I looked at her and sighed.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not bored of you, I’m just…” I couldn’t figure out how to word it, so I just stopped talking for a few seconds. I turned to her, grabbing her hand that didn’t have the nub of a blunt in it. “You know that I love having sex with you…but maybe…I do need…”

“Someone new,” she finished for me. “Thought so.” She sighed as she asked, “Do you have anyone in mind?”

Rebeca.

Oh, god. How badly I wanted to fuck her.

Student, I had to remind myself. It’s a ‘no.’ I wanted to keep my job and if we got caught, I’d be sure to lose it.

But, damn. I wanted her so much.

Sometimes I’ll think about her during school. I thought about her a lot today. I wondered what she felt like, how her moans sounded, how good she would be. I imagined her laying face-down on my bed, naked, begging me to fuck her.

“Rebeca,” Ally suddenly said in confidence. I jumped slightly and looked up at her. “You want her, don’t you?”

Yes.

“No,” I lied, looking back at the TV right as an ad came on. “She’s a student,” I added, hoping that if I said it enough, my feelings would go away, but they latched on even tighter at the thought and let me know they were weren't going anywhere. (Author: That was deep, so copyright. :P)

Ally let out a small laugh as she murmured, “That obviously doesn’t mean anything to you. Look at us.” I pushed an equally small laugh back at her and shrugged.

“True.”

We sat in silence. It stayed like that until the doorbell rang from the living room. Ally got up to answer it and came back with a box of pizza from Papa John’s. Neither of us were really hungry anymore, but ate anyway as something to do.

We didn’t have sex tonight. Ally didn’t even stay over. After eating, she hung around for about an hour, then said she had to get home and grade some French posters. We said our goodbyes but with no usual quick kiss.

I waited for the front door to shut before laying down in utter exhaustion. I feel asleep for a second time to the thought of Rebeca.

For our sake, I hope she keeps her distance.

Who knows what’ll happen if I’m every alone with her again.