TWELVE

"Becky with the good hair?" I mockingly repeated her words picking up pace

She scooted up and ran trotting beside me "yes Becky with the good hair and the question here is when will you stop?"

I laughed and raised a hand to wave back to a couple girls I recognized from varsity cheerleading.

"Hey!" she yanked my arm down "pay attention! Gawd!" she moaned

I was trying everything really, to not talk about the insanity of my mind and heart not willing to just up leave Tae or rock the boat by cutting him an ultimatum like an emotional girl so I intertwined our fingers and rubbed her knuckles with my free fingers "nice manicure, but blood red on stilettos is that practical Em?"

She studied her nails defending them for a good amount of a strong minute or so then she gasped loudly mid sentence and punched me in my left shoulder. Wincing and feigning pain "ouch!" I cried. She pointed her red perfectly manicured nail in my face "you might as well be sleeping with a married man 'coz a boy with a partner is none the different." She put her hand down on her hip and her mouth turned into a thin line "all its gonna get you 'Becky' is a reputation and an esteem issue to boot not the boy" her eyes cold, concerned and wide she threw her hands across her chest and raised her eyebrows at me with that do you hear what I'm saying mom look that actually made me wince. I didn't like it nor did I take solace in me being the mistress any more than she did and it made me sick killed me actually but I almost lost Tae before. I had him now however little of him I had and besides he had promised to end it with Jimin and love is patience right?

So I bullshitted a response not denying and not confirming anything either and dodged her just like I'd been dodging Kat and Ansel they certainly knew too much and knowing I was being judged never did wonders for my esteem.

A shower and fresh pair of jeans later I joined Tae out at the lab just like every other night since we had started our shameless affair. But on nights like this when we were not indulging in sexual activities it didn't feel shameless. It felt like us back in the day in high school when he would force me down to the library or to the back of the school to revise geometry and equations. We would always start out studying each on our own then he would see me groaning and fussing so he would chuckle and scoot closer to me and help me out with my homework and revision. I remember cherishing those little moments they didn't feel stolen at all they were ours, us together away from our other friends, family, teachers, church and when our skin would brush my heart would flatter shut with electricity and I would always wish he would kiss me sometimes I really thought he would but he would always go back to his own work before I could read his eyes deeper, sometimes I really would think I was going to kiss him but I would end up just telling him something dorky like 'your smile is beautiful' I really did always want to kiss him but I also was afraid back then everything seemed much more scary and dramatic. But I lived for our time just us together, the moments were ours. Unlike now where even this moment, in this lab studying I feel like a thief, it's a stolen moment.

I glanced at him and he smiled his smile so wide and genuine like an untouched box. He was wearing his favorite white silk pyjamas .I hated how I remembered and now understood why his boyfriend ran around getting him a change of clothes. When he studies he gets carried away, sometimes he would even forget he was hungry which is stupid. I looked back down at my laptop and crossed out my old calculation, starting over, he saw this, chuckled and he slid my laptop to be in between us as he studied my practice question and helped me through it. His hand was thickly against mine and I wanted it to be all skin. I glanced up at him again and his tongue darted out licking his bottom lip, his sharp eyes brought back my gaze from his lips and he laughed "did you even hear what I said?" I laughed back and tried to bullshit my way out "yea. Yea I was." He laughed "ok so...." Crossed out his whole calculation, passed me the blank screen and ordered "walk me through it like you heard me."

I'm sure my eyes widened and my lips cracked into a smile because what was I gonna do? I obviously wasn't listening to him and I sure didn't pay attention in Professor Keaton's class the man spoke with a British accent which is very foreign to me.

He smiled sheepishly "don't bribe me with your bunny smile, solve the question now" he jutted his head to the laptop and I put my arms up in surrender "ok, so I wasn't listening."

He raised his eyebrows repeating after me "you weren't listening?" I shook my head and started chewing on the end of an eraser I'd picked on a pencil from his side.

His voice lowered sounding seductive and said "then I'm gonna punish you." Heat travelled in speed straight to my cheeks remembering exactly how he punished me last time. I got up from my seat ready to make a run to be across him not next to him but his hands were faster than my athletic feet. He wrapped his hands behind me and whispered against my ear "you look delectable." I whipped him around shifting positions and smiled triumphantly against his soft, plush, pink lips the mood was brought down to a romantic setting and his heart was beating just as hard across my check so I lowered my lips to meet his and our tongues danced fighting for the lead. His hand travelled down my torso I pulled back for air and went back into the heat of his lips as his hand dropped to my waist to hold onto. I pushed my hips into his and a moan escaped his lips. My teeth found themselves nibbling on his bottom lip as his hands lowered themselves grabbing onto my rear. Again my hips picked up pace grinding harder into his as his lips moved from mine leaving trail kisses down my chin then my Adams apple, my head fell back as I held onto his neck and his hands dug into my rear deeper.

Shuffling feet entered the room and we recoiled with our gazes shot at the door in surprise. Fuck!