Hot For Teacher(97)

“Sure.”

What the hell am I saying? I’m agreeing to meet the guy? This is insane. He’s going to take one look at me and know I’m not twenty. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Good.” He sounds happy. “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, Jill.”

“I guess,” I say, my voice glum.

He laughs. “God, I love your enthusiasm.”





Chapter Two


I’m officially a wreck.

There is no way in hell I’m going to be able to get through tomorrow night. I grab my phone and call Alice. She shrieks when I tell her I’m meeting Eli and then yells at me for not calling her earlier.

“Really?” she yells gleefully. “You little slut, I love you! When did this happen?”

“Before. He…called me this afternoon.”

“He called you? He called you hours ago and you’re telling me this now? I’m hurt, Jilly,” she whines. “You little bitch, you’ve been holding out on me. I’ve been telling you for weeks to talk to the guy!”

I laugh and sit down on my bed. “Thanks,” I reply. “What am I going to do? I can’t meet him.” I flop backwards onto the mattress and groan.

Alice and I met at school number eight, two years ago, and even though I’d moved on four times since then, we’d somehow remained strong friends. She is my only real friend. I convince myself I don’t need other people in my life because then it hurts less when I have to leave them, but having someone I can call in situations like this is great. Without her, I don’t know what I’d do.

She lives across the country but I see her on most holidays. With any luck, we’ll get into the same college and share a house and the awesome college experience I so desperately want. That’s the plan, anyway.

“What are you wearing?” she asks immediately.

“I’m sitting here in my bra and thong, you perve,” I tease, letting out a laugh. I glance down at my flannelette sleep shirt. I have no idea what to wear to meet him. At the moment, this is winning.

She howls with laughter. “Oh my god, you’re a dork. I mean tomorrow. It has to be the back chiffon number. You look way older in that. With your silver heels, and that diamond necklace your dad gave you,” she adds.

That’s a good choice, actually.

I get up and walk over to my closet and pull the dress out. Holding it against me, I check my reflection in the mirror. It’s perfect, and it really does make me look older. Maybe this won’t be the total flop I’m expecting.

“Thanks, Al. This is why I love you.”

“You have to call me tomorrow night and tell me everything. And if you wimp out I swear I’ll kill you,” she warns. “I’m serious. I want second-to-second details, okay? And text me so I know he hasn’t murdered you.”

“Okay,” I giggle. “If you don’t hear from me by eleven, call the police.”

“I swear to god, Jill, don’t fucking joke about that because I will. You know how my imagination likes to wander.”

That is an understatement if I’ve ever heard one. Alice has the mind of an artist: it’s always moving and usually freaking out.

“I’ll text, I promise,” I giggle. “Love you.”

After hanging up with Alice, I’m freaking out even more.

Am I crazy to do this? You know all the warnings you hear about meeting people online? How they could be rapists, murderers, etc.? Well, that’s not what I’m worried about; I’m worried about him finding out the truth. Why the fuck didn’t I just tell him the truth from the start?

I laugh. I’m a freak. He could have his way with me and bury me in a shallow grave and I’m concerned about him finding out the truth?

I’m contemplating sending a text to cancel, to the point where I actually pull out my phone and type a short apology that I can’t make it. Just as I’m about to push send, I press cancel instead.

Fuck it. I’m going to do it. I’m going to meet Eli.

He’s only going to be a friend anyway…right?





Chapter Three


The day arrives to meet Eli, and from the minute I open my eyes to the sun shining through the window, I want to bury my head under the pillows and stay in bed.

I’m so freaking anxious. Couple that with being tired as hell because I hardly got a wink of sleep last night and I’m a hot mess. The worst part is, when I’m super tired I have this thing where I blurt out the most inappropriate things. This whole event is going to be a big embarrassment on my part, I can feel it.

At the very least, Alice will get a laugh out of it.

Mom knocks on the door and I stifle a yawn and sit up in bed. She walks over and sits next to me, her fingers brushing my hair back from my face.