Honor Student

chapter Seven

The ride home seemed to last for hours as I explained to my Aunt what had really happened last night. I was sad, but I never intended to hurt myself. She lectured me for drinking too much and I did not argue. I did not intend to ever touch another drop of alcohol again. All of her sadness was replaced with anger and I preferred it that way. I could not stand to see one more person look at me with pity.

We pulled into the garage and I could not wait to take a shower and go back to sleep.

“Get ready. You still have a few more classes today.” She called from behind me.

“You’re kidding right?” I asked.

“You think you deserve a day off after all you put me through? I’ll be lucky if I ever see Dan again!” she said angrily.

“Dan?” I asked, having no clue what she was talking about.

“My date from last night. You nearly gave him a heart attack!” she yelled down the hall. I rolled my eyes and closed the bathroom door behind me.

I showered as quickly as I could with one arm. It was harder than I had anticipated. Getting dressed was no easier and by the time I was ready an hour had passed.

“Let’s go.” My Aunt called from outside of my room.

“I can drive myself.” I replied. She pulled my bedroom door open and glared at me. “Two hours ago you couldn’t let go of me and now you’re treating me like you hate me.” I mumbled as I gathered my books.

“I don’t hate you. If I did, I wouldn’t care if you didn’t go to school or drank yourself into oblivion.” She shot back. I realized she was right. All this time living with her, I assumed I was a burden to her. It was nice to know how much she cared, even if she showed it by punishing me.

“I’m ready.” I said as I shrugged on a hoodie and pulled the sleeve down to try to hide my pink bandage.

“It’s too hot for that.” She said as I walked by her and down the hall. I ignored her and continued out to her car.

We did not speak on the trip to my school. I kept the window down trying to keep myself cool but nothing seemed to help.

When we arrived, I hoped out of the car and headed towards the building. I heard a car door slam behind me and I stopped and looked back. My aunt was hurrying to catch up with me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation.

“I have to sign you in.” she responded and continued to walk passed me. I reluctantly followed her.

“I’m an adult. This isn’t high school. I don’t think I need you to sign me in.” I said but she kept walking. When we reached the office, I hung out by the door as my Aunt spoke to the secretary. Mr. Honor stepped into the office and placed some papers onto the counter. The office assistant turned beat red as she saw him and began nervously tugging at a loose dirty blonde tendril that had fallen free from her bun. He smiled at her and I realized that this was his date from the theater. After a moment, he turned to leave and I tried my best to look anywhere but his eyes, but I could not help myself.

“You missed my class. Come see me after you are done here.” he said seriously. I bit my lip and nodded as he walked away.

“All set. The counselor is going to make time for you. I’ll be back to get you when school is over.” My Aunt called from the counter.

“I can get a ride.” I replied. She waved her hand to dismiss my comment. I left the office and walked slowly down the empty hall to Mr. Honor’s class, tugging nervously at my bandage.

I knocked at his door and waited for him to answer.

“Come in.” he called and I opened the door and walked inside. The classroom was empty and he was removing his button up shirt. His undershirt was black and it matched his tattoo that wrapped his arm and stopped just at his neck. He folded his shirt and laid it over the back of his chair.

“What happened?” he asked as he glanced down at my hand.

“I had an accident.” I replied nervously as I bit my lip. His eyes tightened and his expression was unreadable.

“I saw you at the theater yesterday day. That was…,” he said as his eyes danced up and down my body.

“Awkward” I replied, finishing his sentence. He laughed quietly.

“Unexpected” he corrected me. “Ms. Townsend, do you remember what I said about being late to my class?” he asked and I bit my lip again as I remembered our last encounter in his classroom, alone. He sat down on the edge of his desk and waited for my response. I did not know what to say and after a moment, he motioned for me to come closer. I walked over towards him and sat my books down on a desk in the front row.

“I’m really sorry. It has been a crazy morning and…” I began to explain. He stood up quickly and in one swift motion, he bent me over onto his desk. Before I could protest, his hand can down hard across my bottom. I gasped loudly at the sudden pain as he smacked me once again. His body bent down over top of mine and his lips brushed against my ear.

“Shh…” he whispered as his hand rubbed my stinging bottom. He stood upright again and smacked, this time harder. I curled my fingertips over the edge of his desk as he smacked again and again. I could not breathe and I pressed my lips together to keep from moaning. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and pain. His hand rubbed gently over me where he had struck. His fingers dipped between my thighs and the pain gave way to pure wanting. As the stinging subsided, he hit again. As quickly as it began, it was over. I lay bent over his desk gasping for air.

“Get to class.” He breathed heavily but it took a moment before I could move. I lay there as he circled the desk and began putting back on his shirt. After a moment, I regained my composure and stood upright. He came back around and grabbed my books, holding them out to me. I took them, unable to look him in the eye and left the room as quickly as I could.