Girl A: “Shithead Tommy hasn’t asked me to dance all night. Why did he even bother asking me to come if he wasn’t going to pay attention to me?”
Girl B: “Yeah well, at least Tommy said you were hot. I bought a new push-up bra and Lucas hasn’t even noticed. He’s been up at the DJ booth, requesting dumb songs.”
Girl A: “Our dates suck.”
Girl B: “I know. We should have just stayed home and watched a movie.”
Girl A: “Whatever. I think Jason Monroe is still here. Sally said she was going to try to kiss him.”
Girl B: “Like he would kiss a high school girl. Sally’s a prude anyway.”
Girl A: “Do you think I should stuff more toilet paper down my bra? I feel like my boobs have gotten smaller since I got here.”
Girl B: “No. God. Tommy will notice. You already have enough toilet paper in there to deflect a bullet.”
Girl A: “Whatever, your boobs are like giant water balloons. Why would I take advice from you?”
I couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation because I had to flush my toilet, and once they knew someone else was in the bathroom with them, the pair of them scurried out like wild banshees. I stepped out of the stall and washed my hands, inspecting my make-up in the terrible lighting that exists in high school bathrooms. Dear God, no wonder teenage girls are insecure. I think I could see every one of my pores.
After stalling for another ten minutes, I finally pushed the bathroom door open, knowing Logan was probably wondering where I’d gone. But before I could head back into the dance, I saw Jason standing in the hall with Hank and the other security guard. Once he saw me approaching, he stepped forward with a devilish smile.
“I was about to send in someone to check if you were okay.”
I laughed. “I needed a break from your cousin. I couldn’t listen to him talk about Grand Theft Auto for one more second.”
Jason laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, I should have warned you about that.”
He stepped closer and held his hand out for me to take. I stared down at it, thoroughly confused. Then I glanced down the hallway to find it completely deserted. Weren’t there teenagers ready to snap a photo as soon as they saw us holding hands? That photo would have been worth quite a lot if they sold it to the right person.
“The coast is clear,” Jason said. “C’mon, let’s take a walk really quick. I talked Hank into letting us have some alone time.”
The idea of alone time piqued my interest. In the last 24 hours Cammie had kept me completely occupied. Before I could offer a response, Jason wrapped his hand around mine and tugged me around a corner. Most of the overhead lights were off in the side hallway, but the few left on illuminated the expansive space. Lockers flanked the walls on both sides, but every few feet they cut off to allow for a classroom door. Jason tried the handle of each door we passed, until one, in the center of the hallway was finally unlocked. He grinned back at me as he pushed it opened and then pulled me inside.
I think I’d had a fantasy just like this in high school, except it involved a young English teacher who read Shakespeare aloud to our class.
That memory was pushed aside as Jason flipped a switch, illuminating half of the science lab, and leaving the rest of it in the shadows. Black tables were spaced around the room, set up with sinks and outlets to conduct experiments.
“What a seductive location,” I joked, twining my fingers with his.
He smirked. “I really have a thing for Bunsen burners.”
“What are we doing here?” I asked, turning to look back out through the small window on the door. I expected to see sneaky high schoolers, vying for a spot in front of the window, but the hallway was completely empty. No one other than Hank and the other security guard even knew we’d left the dance.
Jason turned to me and cupped my face between his hands, stealing my thoughts.
“We’re not doing anything,” he replied before pressing a kiss to my lips. I tilted my head, trying to find something to center myself around. There was only Jason, so I gripped his suit jacket and held on for dear life. His tongue slipped past my lips and I used the lapels of his tuxedo to pull him closer.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this in a school.
In a classroom.
“Jason,” I breathed, trying to grab a hold of our lust even for a moment. But it was impossible. Jason pushed me back against the chalkboard and started tugging my dress up around my hips. Oh holy hell, I was about to have sex against a chalkboard. Some teacher had written a scientific term on this board 24 hours earlier, and now I was getting boned against it. Hopefully I wouldn’t walk out of the room with E=MC2 printed across the back of my black dress.