Keep your friends close
and your frenemies closer.
I knew the moment I saw him at the front of the classroom I was in hell, because Dashiel “Dash” Hampton was the devil. Even if I didn’t need the class to graduate, there was no way I could drop it.
I couldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Besides, we’ve been enemies for years…
one semester with him as my T.A. wouldn’t kill me.
Sometimes you have to lose to win.
The long and short of it: I was f***ed.
The last person I expected to see walk into my classroom was the one woman I’ve wanted for as long as I could remember.
It was just too bad she was the only woman
who never wanted me back.
Now that she’s my student, I know that’s one line I can’t cross
…no matter how much I want to.
The long and short of it: I was fucked.
The last person I expected to see walk in to my classroom was the one woman I’ve wanted as long as I could remember.
It was just too bad she was the only woman who had never wanted me back.
I’d been a couple years ahead of her at the school we both attended, and each time she turned me down, it only made me more interested. I was convinced I’d begun wearing her down—until the day I beat her at the spelling bee.
I gathered my papers up and began readying myself for another class as I recalled the day. I’d been in fifth grade, Layla had been in third. We were both finalists in the spelling bee and even though she was a couple years younger, I’d been drawn to her. Back then it was because she also liked to read comics. Later, I learned it was because she liked the art, but I’d been a kid and knowing a girl who liked comics was out of the realm cool at the time. I only joined the damn spelling bee because I wanted to impress her. When she royally shot me down to share comics the day before, I figured if I couldn’t have her, then I’d enjoy pissing her off.
After the spelling bee, there was the honor society elections, then student government, and class ranks. I’d been valedictorian of my graduating class. She made salutatorian. Nothing cheered up my day quite like pissing her off.
Except now she was my student, and there were just some lines I couldn’t cross, but damn if I didn’t want to toe the fuck out of them.
I made it through my subsequent classes on autopilot and headed straight to the gym to work the thought of Layla Tate out of my mind. Much as I wanted her beneath me, there wasn’t anything I could do about it while she was my student. And wasn’t that a fucking shame?
She was the type of woman who held everything together, who had her shit together. She didn’t care, for the most part, about stuff like status, or money, like most of the women I knew. She cared about books, her art, her future. Stupid as it sounded, she inspired me to be a better person at a time in my life when I had no direction, no positive influence. If it hadn’t been for her, who knows what the hell would have happened?
But I knew underneath that carefully buttoned and tightly wound exterior there was an absolute wildcat to be found. She may think we just had a rivalry, but it was so much more than that. She wanted to shove her foot up my ass and I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth.
An hour in the gym did little to help my dilemma, and I knew the past years of antagonization would have nothing on the upcoming months. I just had to keep it together long enough to finish the semester.
Should be easy enough.
Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Frenemies, Student / Teacher, virgin heroine, Small Town
Losing virginity, graphic sex