Tasting The Forbidden

7. A Crush?

Melissa’s pov:

Jake was once again with the she-devil… I wished I could speak up, but to say what? I wished I could make a scene, but then people would just end up saying the beta’s daughter was being difficult.

While I didn’t dare to voice out my concerns or anything, he didn’t hesitate to taunt, “A prude like you who refused to even kiss me doesn’t deserve to even be looked at.”

“Excuse me?” My eyes widened, and though his words hurt me, I would rather drink acid than show that.

“You heard the man, little defect,” the slut by his side didn’t mince her words, and I had half a mind to make her eat her damned teeth.

My hands fisted, and as I tried to keep quiet, so as to keep a low profile at school… they thought I was weak no doubt, for their taunting continued.

This guy I had thought I loved. This guy who had stood by me once, didn’t waste a second to hug his slut, and say, “Sandra is so much better than you. Curvier. Stronger. Fiercer.”

“You never had anything to offer Jake,” Sandra let out, scoffing, making people snicker from nearby.

As I turned around to flee the scene, before I did something I might regret, and I rushed straight into a broad and welcoming chest. The man’s smell was divine, and the gray eyes looking down at me had me ruining my panties.

Heavens have mercy, Mr Blackwood had just witnessed this mess of teen drama!

Mr Blackwoord surprisingly, lifted me into his arms and walked away, right into an empty classroom.

There, he didn’t put me down, only allowing me to sit on a desk, before claiming my lips like a hungry animal. The kiss was passionate, sweet, and everything I could have ever wished for… There was no guilt, no feeling that it was wrong, only pleasure and undeniable attraction.

I woke up in bed, drenched in sweat, realizing all that ordeal had been nothing but a dream.

I had known from day 1 that Mr Blackwood was bad news.

I knew after he joined Billy and me for pizza that this was bound to get complicated.

But having my first wet dream over a man who had to be at least 7 years my senior, a man who was all muscles and rippling confidence, was wrong on so many levels… No matter how much I craved the man, I shouldn’t be allowing myself to get carried away with such dreams.

Such dreams were trouble, and meant that I was already getting invested more than I should.

Before long, I hopped in the shower, ready to scurb the arousal off my body, ready to make sure I smelled prim and proper for the my second day of senior year.

The cold water didn’t do much to my raging hormones. The memory of the man’s lips on mine lingered, even though it had been nothing but a dream.

I soon pressed my forehead against the cool tiles, doing my best to forget the damned dream… The man’s s*x appeal was insane and remembering the intensity of his gray eyes right then didn’t help, that was for sure.

“What’s wrong with me? Get it together, woman!” I muttered under my breath, reaching for the soap. "He's my teacher. This is insane. And wrong… so wrong!"

But no matter how much I scrubbed, I felt like I had been tainted by his scent… Obviously not true, since it had been nothing but a dream. And yet, for a dream, it had been sweetly vivid! I could have almost mistaken it for a memory instead of a mere dream… and that scared me in more ways than one.

How was I ever supposed to face the man?

By the time I made it downstairs, all freshened up, and hopefully ready to tackle on the day, dad was already gone, and mom was busy at the stove.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she greeted me, as she placed a mug of coffee into my awaiting hands.

“Morning, mom,” I retorted as cheerfully as I possibly could.

I had yet to tell her about Jake, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for the “I told you so” just yet.

“You look tired,” she observed, a little bit of a frown marring her face.

“I’m okay,” I assured her softly.

“You know you can come to me about anything,” she went on, and I stilled at once, unable to find anything appropriate to say.

“Of course,” I retorted, the lie far too easy on my tongue.

** ** ** ** **

Billy had been the one to drive me. I had my own car — my own untouched car. Truth be told, I had been in a car accident when I first started driving. And though it hadn’t been my fault, and no one was hurt — much — it had left me traumatized.

“Let me remind you of today’s motto,” Billy drawled bas he parked the car. “No getting upset over the cheating snake. No letting the school slut get to you. And absolutely no kissing random strangers.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” I mock-saluted, a smile gracing my lips.

“Good,” he nodded at me. “Let us have a fabulous day.”

“Nobody says fabulous anymore,” I rolled my eyes at him, giggling as I did so.

“I do,” he deadpanned. “You suing or what?”

The only one I am tempted to sue is Mr Blackwood for his hotness, I was tempted to say but refused to voice out my musings, knowing they might land me in trouble.

I trusted Billy to the moon and back, but we were at school… An all-werewolf school. And when one says werewolf, it means heightened senses. I wasn’t going to risk anyone finding out about my crush on the new teacher.

My crush? My crush? He’s a teacher for heavens’ sake! I mentally screamed, just about ready to have a meltdown.

It was like one step forward, two steps back… And I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to face the man this afternoon during combat lessons.

Heavens, this was going to be a long day!