Chapter 137: Follow me

I woke up with the most excruciating headache I’ve ever had in my history of headaches. The instant I opened my eyes, it felt like someone mercilessly banged a pan on my head.

I groaned and shot my eyes back. I thought I had escaped hangover when Mr. Brett woke me up and I didn’t feel anything. Turns out that that is not how it works. I had drunk to stupor, showing no consideration for my system. Now it was payback time.

I would rather go to school late than make an attempt to get up from my bed when my head feels like it was stabbed with a million knives. I was going to wait it out.

It was almost ten minutes since I woke up and the pain wasn’t subsiding even a little bit. Who was I kidding? It wasn’t going to stop anytime soon if I didn’t take drugs.

The problem was how to get the drug. If I stand up from this bed, I will definitely faint. I couldn’t shout or call for someone to get me drugs either. At the same time, I couldn’t just stay here and suffer in pain. I had to do one, the one that is less hazardous.

I had to get up and get the drug myself. I slowly sat up and was thrown back immediately to the bed. As careful and slow as I was, an electrifying sting shot through my head.

This was a lost case. It is very unusual for me to still be sleeping by this time, so I could only hope that someone will come to check on me or I was going to skip school today.

Luck was on my side. Five minutes after I had lost hope and come to terms with the fact that I wouldn’t go to school today, mom came in.

‘Thank goodness,’ I said inwardly, too weak and pain stricken to proclaim my joy.

I was in so much agony to even make a complete sentence. So, I thought of one word I could use to convey my request to my mom and she will understand.

“Aspirin,” I muttered, hoping that she would hear me and I wouldn’t have to raise my voice.

My mom smiled at me in understanding and I breathed a sigh of relief. She left and returned with a tablet of aspirin and a cup of water.

I carefully tried sitting up again with my mom’s help. The pain was still very excruciating but there was nothing I could do. I took the drug and laid back on my bed. I waited for it to work, conscious not to sleep back. I don’t want to miss school.

It took longer than I expected for the drug to work. My mom sat with me, waiting for me to be strong enough to talk. It started working after a whole ten minutes of long wait.

I sat up, a little less careful this time to see if it had really subsided. It had. Remind me never to near alcohol ever again!

“How are you feeling?” my mom asked

“Better, I guess,” I replied. “Thanks mom, I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t come into this room.”

“I sensed you weren't okay since you didn’t wake up early.”

Just as I thought. “Yeah, I know,” I said and got out of the bed.

I wondered why Jason hadn't come to pick me. Did he also drink and is now having a hangover? As if my mom read my thoughts, she answered my unvoiced question.

“Jason came to get you. I told him you aren’t up yet and he could leave without you, that you’ll come later.”

“Ok.”

My mom left after making sure that I was okay and I could stand on my two feet. I quickly started to prepare for school. It was already 7:10a.m. I just had 50 minutes to be in school, to be in Mr. Brett’s class precisely and not be late.

I have never been so grateful for my simple life. I didn’t need to do much and I was ready and off for school. The only thing that slowed me down was the residual headache, which sometimes came with full force.

I got to Mr. Brett’s class early enough before he started his lesson. As I watched him teach, my mind slowly drifted off as usual. His last words before I left his car were still fresh in my memory. I must admit that those words frightened me. I spent almost the rest of the night tossing and turning, trying to make a decision. If I wanted to meet Mr. Brett again, then I had to be ready to give him what he wants. To be honest, I wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted, but I wanted to keep seeing him.

Mr. Brett came into my life and brought in a quality which I’ve never really had-Indecisiveness. I’ve never really been indecisive. I’ve always known what I wanted and what to do. That wasn’t the case right now, I was in the depth of confusion.

Jason tapped me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“How are you?” he asked in a low tone so as not to draw attention to us.

How was I? Was my inward battle showing on my face? Why the sudden question? I raised one brow in confusion.

“Your hangover,” he clarified.

My mouth curved into an O in understanding. “Better. I’m feeling better,” I replied smiling. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know you drank.”

“I don’t actually. I was pressured into it.”

He chuckled “I shouldn’t have left you,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not a kid. We should concentrate. You don’t want Mr. Brett picking on us again,” I said ending the conversation.

Kelly and her dubious plan flashed into my head and I turned around to see what she’s wearing this time. It wasn’t decent but it was acceptable and less provocative. Come to think of it, she has never dressed decently in her whole lifetime.

I sighed and returned my gaze to the front of the class. Kelly was the more reason I needed to make a decision, and fast. If she was after Mr. Brett, then I had every reason to feel challenged.

All I’ve ever done is let Mr. Brett please me and never give him anything in return. It would be absolutely justifiable if he gets bored of me. Knowing Kelly, she will give him what he wants without thinking twice. Even though Mr. Brett claims that he doesn’t find her attractive, I couldn’t help but feel insecure.

If I kept thinking, I would leave myself with a throbbing headache, the last thing I wanted after that terrifying hangover. I tried to concentrate and pay attention for the rest of the class.

The day went by fast. I wasn’t particularly happy or sad about that, but I was very much aware of its implication. The bell had just rung for commencement of the last period. My last class was at the gym.

I was presently in the female restroom contemplating whether to skip gym or not. For whatever stupid reason, we were swimming today and I had no trunk or sweating suit here at school. I should have, but I don’t keep my stuff in my locker. Now things were getting relatively normal, all thanks to Jason, I needed to change that.

My nerdish instinct hasn’t left me completely. Of course, it’s going to take a while too. I haven’t gotten enough balls to be skipping classes, so I was going to attend gym. I was just going to wear my bra and panties, because not in this world am I going to borrow someone’s extra trunk or swimming suit. I would rather borrow one of Jason’s big shirts after gym.

I got undressed to my bra and panties and left for the swimming unit. Gym class was torture, it always has been. I endured as Mr. Logan barked orders at us. I would have skipped this class if I didn’t care so much about my grades. All I could do was count down the minutes until this class was over.

Mr. Logan was rattling away about something, and everybody seemed to be so interested in whatever it was he was saying. They were all paying rapt attention, so I was likely the only one who noticed an intrusion. I was facing the entrance, so I was able to see who came in.

It was Mr. Brett. He must have come for Mr. Logan. I gather they are very good friends. Fortunately, during the rest of my classes after his, I was able to put thoughts of him at bay. Seeing him now, meant he was just forcefully going to dominate my mind again.

I watched him as he scanned the room. My breath seized when his eyes landed on me and slowly went down through my body. Even from a distance, I could tell that his eyes darkened and I can be almost sure that he groaned.

All these happened in a fraction of seconds and he was gone as fast as he came. I found myself running after him.

That look! I could clearly remember that look on his face and what came after it. I wasn’t about letting him fuck the next human in skirts he sees.

I got to the door and was stopped by Mr. Logan.

“Miss Misha! My class is not over!” he thundered.

“I’m aware Mr. Logan” I shouted back, loud enough for him to hear. I opened the door and walked out of the swimming unit. I rushed to the restroom and grabbed a towel jacket. I ran out, heading for Mr. Brett’s office as I put it on.

By the time I got to his office I was out of breath. I entered his office quietly. He was backing me. He was bending, his hands were on his desks in a tight grip. He seemed to be trying to breathe too.

“Mr. Brett,” I called softly. He turned around abruptly to look at me. We both stared at each other as we tried to even out our breathing. He was the first to speak up.

“Misha, I can’t…”

I didn’t let him finish and I hurried over to him.

“I’ll give you what you want,” I said and claimed his lips in a rough kiss. I was ready. I wanted him and I couldn’t keep denying that fact just because I didn’t want my sanity questioned. This was going to be between me and him.

As I kissed him, my hands slowly traveled down to his waist. I started unbuckling his belt. When it was loose enough, I maneuvered my hand into his trouser and grabbed his dick.

He broke the kiss and groaned. That encouraged me. For the first time, I knew what to do. I dropped down to my knees, and slowly brought down his trouser from his waist to his legs. I glanced at his erection bulging inside his boxers.

I looked up at him, smiled and brought his boxers down. I wrapped my hands around his dick and began to stroke it in an up and down movement. He leaned back on his desk and moaned. I continued, increasing the pace with time.

I took him into my mouth without thinking. I didn’t know how to do this, but I wanted to try. I was desperate to please him like he has been doing. I still held his dick with my left hand. I began sucking, hoping I was getting it right.

Turned out I wasn’t. He groaned and placed his hand on top of my head.

“Misha.” He moaned. “Not like that baby. Don’t suck, just move like you did with your hands.”

I made the correction, not smoothly at first, but gradually became used to it. Or maybe even good at it because he moaned more.

Suddenly, he removed me from him. I was scared I had gotten it wrong and was about to ask why, then he came. I smiled in understanding. He didn’t want to cum inside my mouth in case I didn’t like it. Not like I’ve had the experience before to know if I liked it or not.

He turned around to clean himself up and I was gifted with the glorious sight of his butt. I grinned widely as realization of what I just did came to me. I had pleased him.

When he was done, he turned around and helped me up. The pain that shot through my leg when I stood up was sudden. I stressed it by kneeling down for so long.

I smiled at him, when I was up. He wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me closer to him.

“Misha.”

I just can’t get over the way he calls my name. It just makes me fall for him all over again.

“Did I…”

“Yes,” he replied before I could finish my question. I grinned like a baby who was just given a candy.

“What did you say about wanting to be inside me?” I leaned and whispered into his ears.

He chuckled. “Not here,” he said

Then he leaned and whispered into my ear. “Follow me home.”