In The Spur of Heath (The Spur Series Book 1) (8 page)

“A date.”

“A what? A fucking what?”
Why was he so surprised? The fuck? Can’t I have a date?

“A date, Heath. Can’t I date?” My tone was more aggravated than it should have been, but I suddenly felt so infuriated.

“A fucking date? I have been home here worried sick about you while you were on a fucking date, and what, you spent the night?”

“Excuse me? Um… isn’t Caroline supposed to be here to keep you occupied? I don’t need you to patronize me.”

“Caroline and I had a fight okay, Reese! And I’m not patronizing you. I was worried out of my fucking mind. You never told me you had a date. You never answered any of my calls, my messages – nothing. What was I supposed to think? And who the hell is this date anyway? James Bond?”

“Just someone I met, Heath. Not a big deal.” I began to jog up the stairs.

“Seems like a big deal to me since you spent the night and came home with the whole walk of shame look thing.” He shouted.

I reached at the top of the stairs and paused when I heard him.
Ugh!
I was mad as hell. Who was he to pry? I don’t ask him questions about Caroline. I think I was madder at myself that he found out I was with someone. I wasn’t ready for him to know, maybe because I secretly hoped something could still happen between us. That I could finally have him.

I slammed my door shut behind me, threw my heels on the floor and jumped on my bed, staring at my ceiling for a few minutes. A barrage of thoughts ran through my mind; Jake; last night, this morning, just now – everything! I was fighting myself.

I took up my phone and set
Tove Lo – Talking Body
as my ringtone. Now every time it rings, I’ll remember the first time Jake and I fucked. I placed my phone on my bedside table and closed my eyes.

Ping!
I heard a message come in on my phone and reached for it. A WhatsApp message from Jake.

Jake: Just reached home and I miss you already. See you tomorrow ;)

This is not happening! This doesn’t feel real. What kind of fantasy was I living? I must be dreaming – had to be!

I woke up the next morning and got ready for school.
I was late!
I ran down the stairs with my boots and sweater in hand and saw Heath waiting on the sofa. Since when do I oversleep? I must have been exhausted from the happenings of yesterday.

“Sorry Heath, I overslept.” I told him as I hopped around trying to put on my combat boots.

“Don’t worry about it, Pieces.” He replied as I slipped on my sweater.

We both jumped into his car and made our way to school, my hair blowing wildly in the wind. I just looked out with my hand pressed against my temple. My heart doubling and my chest tightening. Afraid of seeing Jake now as ‘Mr.Cavanaugh’. It was all too much. “Reesie?” Heath’s deep Aussie voice made me jump.

“Huh?”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, Heath. Just feeling a lil’ sick.”

“Need me to stop by the pharmacy?”

“Na, it ain’t that serious.”

“Okay.”

We pulled up in the parking lot. I looked over at the teacher’s parking lot to see if I saw Jake’s Prius – it wasn’t there. I began to feel nauseous.
Oh God, what have I really gotten myself into?
I wanted to disappear.

I strolled up to Tang, Heath behind me. When we walked in, I stopped in my tracks and Heath bumped into me. “Reese, what’s wrong?”
Oh God, pull it together Reese.

There was Jake in his usual spot, head in a book with a bagel and coffee set beside him. I continued to walk to our usual seat, constantly glancing over at him.
Could I be any more obvious?
“You want me to order the usual?” Heath asked with a tone of annoyance. He could tell something was off. Who couldn’t? “Yeah, yeah. That’s fine.” I replied impassively. He just shook his head and walked off. Jake didn’t even realise that I was sitting a few feet away from him. I decided to go up to him.
I mean, I usually do, right?
I’m becoming so conflicted. I don’t know what’s okay now, what’s normal!

I padded up to his table and sat in the chair on the opposite side of him. He looked up and took off his glasses. His eyes brightened when he saw me.
Wow, he was happy to see me?

“Hey, Trini.” He winked.

“Mr. Cavanaugh.” I nodded politely.
Wow, this was hella awkward
. “What’s up?”

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Did you get my message?” I shook my head.

“Wha– Shit, I forgot my phone. I was in a rush this morning, I overslept.”

“You did? I wonder what could have caused that.” He teased and I paled. He then pointed his chin in the direction of Heath sitting at the table staring at us, “Your boyfriend’s watching.”

“Ha! Ha! You’re hilarious.” I got up and he watched me with a malicious grin. “See you in class later.” He said inertly as he buried his head back into his book.

Well that went well
, I thought to myself as I strode up to Heath. Speaking of Heath, he had the most uneasy look on his face, his arms folded. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked as I sat down.

“I could ask you the same, are you bipolar? One minute you’re so distracted and ‘sick’, then you come back smiling after talking to Mr. Cavanaugh?”
What the fuck? Is he for real? Was it that obvious, was our relationship that apparent? I think I’m gonna be sick.
I could hear Heath rambling and
Lawless by Zola Jesus
playing in the background.

“Reese?”

“Huh?”

“There you go again. What’s wrong with you? Are you worried about your acting?”
Oh, thank God he thought it was about the indie film.

“I was, but I’m good now. Everything’s cleared up.” I glanced back at Jake and then back to Heath.

“Number 37.” The girl behind the counter announced.

“That’s us.” Heath looked down at the receipt. He got up. I could hear Jake’s chair screech as he got up too. Everything just slowed down in that moment, I was just sitting there motionless. The music pounding loudly in my ears, feeling my heart racing in my chest.

Jake strode past us, nodded at Heath just as Heath was about to turn toward the counter. Heath nodded back and went about his way. I gazed at Jake as he continued up to the entrance. The navy blue jacket of his suit flailing behind him. He pushed the glass door open, book in hand and stepped out. He slicked back his hair and then he was gone – out of sight.

Phew!
I could breathe again. Seeing both of them interact was suffocating to me; the one I love and the one I’m with. Too intense. When Jake left, everything felt normal again. How was I going to function when Heath and I have Jake’s class together? I needed to get over this.

I could see Heath staring directly at me like if he was trying to solve a puzzle. I didn’t even notice when he came back. “Sorry.” I flushed.

“Just eat, Reesie.” He said sombrely.

After breakfast, we had Mr. Sampson’s class, totally distracted by the anxiety building inside me because we had Jake’s class later that evening, Heath was beginning to get really bothered.

When we were on our way to Jake’s class, Heath stopped me. “Reese, this is really getting annoying now, what is wrong? You say you’re fine about the indie, but now you’re still acting strange. You look really nervous. Are you on drugs?”

“Drugs, Heath, really?” I deadpanned. He shrugged his shoulders and fixed the strap of his messenger bag, anticipating an answer. 

“I think I know what it is now, it’s that guy you were with, isn’t it? You’ve been awfully quiet about that too. I don’t know since when you’ve been mum about anything.”

“Look Heath, now’s not a good time to discuss it. Yes it’s a guy, okay, you happy now? Let’s just get to Mr. Cavanaugh’s class.” I walked off and he followed closely behind.

We entered Jake’s classroom. About twenty neatly placed arm desks spread across the room. Heath and I made our way to our desks – to the back of the classroom. Jake was sitting behind his desk, wearing his glasses as he graded our papers, his laptop and briefcase lying beside him.  A white board took up the length of the wall behind him with his named spelt across it, and to his left was a door to a room that had all his cameras and necessary equipment.

We had so much to do at Dillcaster Academy, round-the-clock work; screenplay writing, film & theatre acting, camera operations, editing, directing and more. Jake was our lecturer for the screenplay writing, camera operations, directing and acting, Mr. Sampson was the lecturer for the editing, animations, graphics and special effects. The other lecturers had more of the same.

Everyone else filtered through the door as Jake was getting up to address us. “Good day class.” He fixed his cufflink – a habit I’ve loved to watch him do. “So, how was the weekend?” He was always so vibrant in the classroom. He adjusted the noose of his tie, slicked back his hair and flashed his pearly whites.
He was smooth as fuck!
“So, I just finished with your papers – finally! Some of you were really good, while some of you – well let’s just say you need to strengthen certain areas.”

As he talked and paced the room, I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest. And suddenly, I wanted him in the most erotic way.
Whoa! No I cannot be getting horny right now
. I began to feel
down there
pulse, the thought of him on my body alone made my pores raise. I was so turned on right now.
What’s wrong with me?

“Okay, so when you hear your name, come get your paper.” He picked up a few of the papers and began calling names. One by one, everyone went up to collect their papers. “Watson. Valdez. Verona. Ullman. Tate. Thompson. Saunders. Singh!”

I lost my breath when I heard him say my name. I walked up to him and he handed me my script, secretly brushing his hand against mine which sent that tingling feeling shooting down my spine. “Good job, Trini.” He licked his lips and smirked. “Can I see you after class, please?”

“Definitely.” I croaked. I returned to my seat and looked at his notes. Thank God our relationship didn’t interfere with his grading. He eventually called Andrews and Heath collected his paper. “What’d you get?” I asked.

“Ninety-two. You?”

“Ninety-four.” I responded.

“That’s great, you deserve it.”

After class, I remained seated behind my desk. Heath got up and asked me if I was coming. “No, Mr. Cavanaugh wants to see me.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you in Tang.” He left the classroom, along with everyone else.

Jake was seated behind his desk and I strolled up to him. “Jake?” He looked up at me and took off his glasses.

“Reese.” He got up, took a quick glance at the door and then back at me, grabbed my ass, pulling me into him, and kissed me hard.
Whoa!
When he pulled away I froze.
Is he nuts?
“Reese?”

“Jake, what are you doing?”

“I couldn’t help it. Seeing you sitting there. I wanted you so bad.”

“Safe to say I wanted you, too.”

He bit on his bottom lip. I could see a wicked glint in his eyes – just pure mischief. He ran quickly to the door and locked it.
What the fuck is he doing?

“Jake?” I asked anxiously. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” He asked while yanking off his tie, walking briskly up to me. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and pushed my hair to the side of my face. “Ever fucked in a classroom before?” He asked with a brooding stare. I had to pick my mouth off the floor because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I shook my head hesitantly and he smirked, “Me neither.” And with that he raided my mouth, picked me up, my legs around his waist and placed me on top of his desk. Sucking at my neck and running his hand through my wavy hair, I began unbuttoning his shirt.

Subtle moans and sloppy kisses later we were both naked; his pants and boxers around his ankles. He skimmed his fingers over my breasts and down, between my legs, slipping a finger inside. His sweltering eyes affixed to mine. “You ready?” He asked coquettishly and I nodded pleadingly. I wanted him inside me so bad. All that tension that built up inside me during class, I couldn’t wait for the relief of his body in mine.

He eased himself inside me and when he was fully in we both sighed
. Relief!
He started to move in and out slowly, positioning himself a few times. My hands travelled down his back and gripped on his firm ass as he fucked me harder. I buried my head in his neck in attempt to muffle my moans. I was losing my mind. This was so good, yet so wrong. I think the fact that we were in a classroom made it even more intense, we could get caught at any moment – our adrenaline was pumping.

He then threw me back flat onto the table, propping one of my legs on his shoulder and began pounding himself even more into me; thrusting even deeper as if trying to feel the length of me. 
Ugh!
I could feel him in my stomach, sticking me hard. This pain was so good. “You’re so fucking warm!” He threw his head back. “God, I fucking love your pussy.” He said through gritted teeth as he moved even faster.