I lay in Cerice's bed for a while, letting the light from outside wash over me and keep me warm. It was strangely comforting to be in her room, since for some reason it felt like I was in the safest place on earth. I let the cover slide off me and stood up, padding over to the mirror. I stared at my reflection, taking in the curves, freckles, birth mark, scars... everything about myself. Cerice loved me, loved this, and her touch was so delicate it made my heart flutter softly like the beat of a butterflies wings. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting it fall around me. Being with her made me feel beautiful, special, and as I looked at my naked form in the mirror I saw a woman who was glowing with happiness. My cheeks flushed to the colour of rose petals, and I glanced at the clock. I really should shower.
The warm water relaxed me, and I slipped out of the bathroom, dry and refreshed. I grabbed my trousers from last night and then looked at my top. Not really suitable for school. I looked through Cerice's drawers and found a white shirt which I slipped on. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote her a note.
My perfect angel.
I borrowed a shirt, and I'll see you tonight.
I love you
Then I grabbed my top and slipped out the door, closing it behind me. I turned, only to get a face full of Sam's face. He was smirking in a shocked kind of way.
"Oh my god. You stayed the night! I cannot believe this! She's such a little whore!" I felt rage boiling up inside of me, but refused to lash out. Sam's face became cocky and he sidled forward, pinning me against the door. "You know, that means you're a bit of a whore too Sasha. Sleeping with your pupil, I mean, if it were in a school you'd be sent to prison! But just because it's not, you are immune? I don't think that's right, do you?"
"Get away from me jerk." I pushed him but his hand came up and slapped me across the cheek.
"Don't push me away! She was mine alright? And now you just waltz in and she falls for you? I mean you're hot, don't get me wrong, but seriously?" He stroked my face and I tried once again to push him back but he was strong. I could smell alcohol on his breath. "I mean, what have you got, that I don't?"
"How about the fact that I'm a woman? That's two things you don't have right away!" He slapped me again and I felt pain in my cheek as his hand collided. A ring on his finger had hit me.
"Well, let's see. Let's see what she loves so much." He attempted to drag my top off but I kicked him in the groin. He fell to his knees gasping.
"You're drunk, and a pervert." I ran from him, down the stairs and out the front door. Once inside my car I felt safe, and drove to school only a little shaken. Throughout the day I wondered what to do about Sam; whether to tell his mother what he had tried or whether to leave him adn let him get over it himself. I chose to give him one more chance.
After school I made my way to the hall to set up for art class, my heart getting steadily faster as I thought of Cerice. Flashbacks from last night popped in to my head, and I grinned at the thought of perhaps re-living it tonight.
People began arriving, but I didn't see Cerice. It wasn't until the last minute that she arrived and sat down, glancing up at me and smiling before she took out her paints. Something in her face told me she wanted to talk to me.
I set the class off on a topic of copying one of my own paintings of the sunset on the beach, then made my way to the back of the class where Cerice sat. Pretending to look at her work I slipped my arms around her waist, kissing her neck when I saw that no one was looking. I breathed in her sweet smell.
"Mmmm I missed you." I whispered.