Honor Student

chapter Nineteen

After one long excruciating hour of trying on clothes we finally agreed that I was going to wear something that was entirely too revealing no matter how uncomfortable it made me.

“You look great!” Becka exclaimed. I tugged at the tight black skirt, trying to add a little more length. I crossed my arms over my chest, which was now in full view for all to see. “Show some confidence! The guys are going to be all over you!”

“Who says I want that?” I asked as I turned to look in her bathroom mirror.

“Come on.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bathroom. After waiting a moment at the top of the stairs, to make sure her parents were not around, we snuck out the front door.

Becka drove a small red convertible that looked like a toy. I carefully lowered myself down, trying not to expose myself in the tiny skirt. We drifted out of the driveway so her parent’s would not hear us leave. As we hit the road, Becka revved her engine and took off down the road. She cranked the radio, singing at the top of her lungs along with ‘Highway to hell’. I laughed and sang along with her, finally beginning to relax.

We pulled up outside of Claire’s house about fifteen minutes later. Becka parked along the road and we ducked down in our seats waiting for Claire to sneak out.

“Let me in!” Claire whispered loudly, banging on my window. I nearly jumped out of my seat. I pushed open the door and slid forward as she ducked into the seat behind me. Becka took off before I even had the door closed. “F*ck!” Claire laughed as she tapped me on the shoulder. I glanced back at her as she held out a small bottle of liquor, shaking it at me. I took it from her, sniffing it before taking a small sip.

“This is disgusting!” I coughed, wishing I had something to wash it down with.

“More for me” Becka said as she took it from my hand. I rolled my eyes and pulled my seatbelt over me. As we pulled into the club, we had to circle the lot twice to find a parking spot. I got out of the car as gracefully as possible in my tiny outfit. Becka and Claire looped their arms in mine and dragged me inside. We ordered a round and chatted about all of the hot guys while we waited for Jeff and his friends to arrive.

My stomach twisted in knots as my phone vibrated in my hand.

“Uhh…It’s my Aunt.” I said to the girls as I answered. “Hello?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Bad girl” William replied.

“We just went out for a few drinks. How did you…”

“Stop biting your lip before I bend you over the bar and punish you right here.” He laughed but I knew he was not joking. I spun around scanning all of the faces. Mr. Honor stood at the far end of the bar, slamming back a shot. The girl pretty, blonde girl next to him was eye f*cking him but he never looked her way. He stared directly at me. My cheeks burned red under his gaze.

“How did you know?” I asked and I saw his lips twist into a smile.

“I activated the GPS on your phone.” He motioned for the bartender to fill his glass again.

“You what?”

“Don’t look now, but Mr. Honor is at the bar!” Becka giggled in my ear and tossed her red hair to the side. Mr. Honor looked away and I turned back to my drink.

“We are leaving now.” I could see his jaw muscled flexing as he took another shot.

“I’ll be out for a few more hours.” I said cheerfully, as I winked at Becka and hung up the phone. Becka cheered and gave me a hug. I glanced over her shoulder at Mr. Honor who was staring at me angrily. I knew I would probably regret this later, but I was hurt and if he did not care than I was not going to. “More drinks!” I yelled as I finished the last sip of my cocktail. I forced a smile but I knew William was ready to explode. I felt my phone vibrate and I glanced down at it as I waited for the next round.

Last chance

I slipped it into my purse and shrugged my shoulders. I took a long sip from my glass as I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I nearly spilled it all over me as I spun around to see who it was.

“Long time, no see” Jeff said beaming from ear to ear.

“Hey!” I replied, giving him a half hug, carefully not to get too close.

“I was hoping tonight we would get the chance to dance.” He said shyly. I nodded but had no intention of dancing. Sober, I had two left feet at best. My purse vibrated and I glanced down at it, leaving it inside me bag.

I will f*cking kill him if he puts his hand on you again.

“You know what? I would love to dance!” I said, grabbing Jeff’s hand and dragging him onto the floor. It was so crowded I had no choice but to be against him as I moved my hips to the music, trying desperately to look like I was enjoying myself. After a while, I almost forgot that I was doing it out of revenge and began to enjoy myself. Claire and Becka joined us with a couple of guys from school and we all laughed and danced together. I turned around, scanning the bar for William. He stood facing me, the pretty little blonde pressed up against him as he whispered in her ear. I felt my heart sink in to my stomach as I stood there, staring back at him. His eyes narrowed.

“Come on!” Becka yelled grabbing my arm. I turned my back to William giving it my best effort to look un-phased, but I was dying inside.

“Mr. Honor left!” Claire said to Becka and I struggled to listen in.

“Not like you had a chance with him anyway.” Becka shot back, flipping her hair. I glanced to the bar. Mr. Honor was nowhere in sight and the pretty blonde that was all over him was missing.

“I’m going to use the bathroom.” I shouted in Becka’s ear. I made my way through the crowd to the far side of the building. For as busy as the place was, the bathroom was virtually empty. I stood at the sink, staring at myself for a long moment. I knew coming out here was a bad decision. I made my way back out to the bar and ordered myself another drink. I sipped it as I watched all of my new friends dance and have a great time. They were oblivious to my absence.

I drank another, alone as stared at my cell phone. No new messages. I pulled up Becka’s number as I watched them.

My Aunt called. She wants to make amends.

I hit send and waited for her to reply.

You better call me tomorrow!

Her message flashed across my screen and I breathed a sigh of relief. She was too caught up in her fun to argue with me. I finished my drink and set the glass down on the bar before making my way outside. The night air was chilly and I cursed Becka under my breath for dressing me up like a living Barbie doll. I pulled up the internet on my phone and tried to search for a cab service. I could not get a strong enough signal so I held my phone in the air. After a moment, I gave up and walked towards the sidewalk in front of the club. A sleek black car pulled up beside me and my heart leapt in my throat as the window lowered. I stopped, waiting for him to say something, refusing to look his direction.

“Get the f*ck in the car.” His voice was low and did not waiver. I swallowed hard, fighting back the anger that I had felt when I thought he had left with that other woman. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” I bit my lip and opened the door, never meeting his gaze. He pulled off fast into the traffic and I quickly wrapped the seatbelt around my waist. I hated him, but I knew everything that happened tonight was my fault. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared out into the night as everything flew by in a blur.

When we reached his place, he got out of the car, slamming his door and headed up the steps. I stood by the vehicle, wondering if I should leave. I knew things were going to get a lot worse before they got better, if they did get any better at all. I bit my lip and moved towards the stairs. As I made my way to the top, he stood by the door, his eyes burning into me. I looked at the floor as I slinked passed him.