Chapter 12

Sarah Daya's POV

[A few days earlier]

It all started when Harry was fucking my mouth. 

I was the new girl in school.  Harry was hot, tall, popular. I wanted him, he wanted me. Could it be any more obvious? It wasn't long before we were down each other's throats, tearing each other's clothes off and f-... well, you know how it goes when you're young and horny.

During the third period, Harry pulled me into a storage room and told me to get on my knees. After completing the action Harry undid his zipper. He was bigger than I'd expected, not that size mattered to me. Harry was handsome and popular and I wanted nothing more than to mark my territory on his cock. 

His meat hit my tonsils in short, manic-like strokes. He worked my mouth like a madman, not savoring a moment. It felt rushed like he was in a hurry. Eventually, I felt that glorious hot liquid squirt down my throat. Harry pulled away and laughed as I struggled to swallow all of him. 

"Sort yourself out," he chuckled. I wiped him from the corners of my lips. 

"That was...intense." My attempt at filling the awkward silence. 

"Too much for you?"

Yes. "N-no, it's not that. Just... not what I was expecting."

There's another silence.

"You planning on getting off the floor anytime soon?"

I got off the floor and we both exited the storage closet. 

"Well bye," Harry said curtly before turning his back on me and walking in the opposite direction.

"Bye," I replied to the back of him. I waited in that spot for a few seconds until he disappeared from sight. I exhaled and slumped against the cool wall.  That was disappointing in a way I couldn't explain. 

I mean, I get it, life is not like the movies. But isn't the cute guy that everyone wanted supposed to have it all? The crazy hot looks, the super-star status, the amazing sensational sex? Someone explain to me why our storage room session was so shit? Was I doing something wrong or was I missing something? 

I checked the time on my phone. I was beyond late for Miss Williams' English class but I really needed to wash Harry's babies out of my mouth.

'Not a good look,' I thought to myself as I walked down the hallway that led to the girl's restrooms. I couldn't believe I was ditching class on my first day of school, not to mention how much I loved English. I had to remember to be extra nice to Miss Williams when I saw her.

 I reached the end of the hallway where the toilets were and saw a classroom next to it. No, it wasn't a classroom, it was an office, 'MR RICHARDS_HEAD OF YEAR/ATTENDANCE OFFICER' read the silver plaque on the door. 

Excuse me, attendance officer?!  I picked up my pace but it was too late, the door to the office swung open. I saw him. He saw me. 

...

"Young lady..."

Mr. Richard was tall. 

"...Excuse me, young lady." 

Very tall. 

"Hey!" My arm was grabbed and I was pinned against the wall. Fierce, dark, eyes bore into me, I shuddered underneath his stare.

"Are you ignoring me right now?" His grip tightened.

"No." Lie. "I didn't hear you." 

He eyed me, searching for signs of deception. His tanned, copper skin seemed to glow under the school's fluorescent lights. 

There was an edginess about him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. His general demeanor appeared relatively warm however there was a darkness about him.  An evil lurking in the shadows.

Maybe it was the glossy, slicked-back hair, the hollowed-out cheeks,  the protruding chin that resembled a Disney classics villain. It was definitely the chin. 

"Why aren't you in lesson?"

"I'd felt sick."

Mr. Richard raised a thick eyebrow. "The nurse's office isn't on this side of the school."

"Oh, isn't it?" I looked around in pretend confusion. I could feel Mr. Richard's eyes on me but I wasn't sure if he was buying what I was selling.

I can't believe this. Not only had I ditched class on my first day of school but, to add insult to injury, I'd also been caught doing it! And now here I was putting on a performance that not even I believed. What a numpty. 

Whatever lesson God was trying to teach me, I certainly got the message. I'll take my shame and disappointment in myself to go now, please. 

Mr. Richard still had me against the wall, I knew there was only one way out. The thing about me is I know men. I know what makes them tick, makes them go. I know how to turn a man into a beast. Which means I always get what I want.

I swooned as if I were about to faint and buckled forward into Mr. Richard. He gasped as he caught me, clearly taken by surprise. My plan way in action.  

I cradled myself into his chest and looked up at him with the best puppy-dog eyes I could muster. "I-I just feel so ill, sir."

Mr.Richard's mouth hung open in total bewilderment. He blinked several times before finding his words. "I'll take you to the nurse's office," he stated sternly. 

I batted my eyelashes at him. "Thank you, sir."

He nodded curtly, I had clearly affected him. 

He guided my head onto his shoulder thus allowing me to shift my weight onto him. I leaned against him and he supported me as we walked towards the nurse's office. 

Eventually, we halted to a stop. "We're here." 

I looked at where we were and almost jump out of Mr. Richard's arm. We were standing in front of the storage closet where I'd sucked Harry off.