Misbehaved

by Charleigh Rose

Every girl wants to be good until a bad boy whisks her off her feet and corrupts her.

“You’re in the right class, but you’re definitely the wrong kind of student.”

Miss Stringer is not going to end up like my sister did. I will make sure of that.

I don’t want you to save me. I want you to make me forget.”

It gives me time to make myself comfortable in my new domain. The one I will reign, if only for a few days. The one where I will make him my king.

“If you want to touch me, make it good for me.”

“I’m going to hell for this,” he says. “I’ll follow you down.”

“Don’t run from me, Miss Stringer. I’ll always catch you,” he says, cornering me inside the cove. He means it as a threat, but I wish it were a promise.

“We dance around the ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

“Well, thanks, but I think I’ll go back to dating fictional characters. Everyone knows boys in books are better.”

Me: Are you spying on me now, Teach? My phone pings not even ten seconds later. Pierce: Yes. I figured our relationship wasn’t dramatic enough, so I’ve decided to add stalking to the list. Reluctantly, I crack a smile at that. Me: What relationship? You’re just my teacher, remember? Pierce: The fact that I can still smell you on my fingers says differently.

I’m the violence in the pouring rain. I’m a hurricane.

I’ve never been a religious man, but seeing Remington Stringer laid out on my bed like a sacrificial lamb makes me want to drop to my knees, bury my face between her thighs, and worship her. So that’s what I do.

This girl is lethal. Somehow, I know she’ll be the end of me, but I can’t bring myself to care. Because this right here? Would be worth a thousand deaths.

“Good to know.” She yawns. “I should go to sleep. I have school in the morning, and my teacher is kind of a dick.”

I fell in love with a girl who felt like a woman and made me feel like a man instead of a ghost. I fell in love, at the beginning with an idea, in the middle with her curves, and in the end, with the whole package. I fell in love with my student, and now I am standing here, asking her to sin. Asking her to do the thing I would argue against and frown upon. Asking her to love me back.

There is no right or wrong in this world. No black and white. Remington and I live in the gray area. Logic is pointless. Gut feeling is dangerous. The only way to know whether you did the right or wrong thing is to ride it out and see it to the end.

Sometimes secrets ruin lives. But sometimes they save them.