Chapter 197
**Logan**
Walking into my art room, I look around to see it’s empty. On my way here I checked to see if she was in the cafeteria, she wasn’t. I saw Melanie and the others; I also saw Courtney sat at one of the tables. Megan might be right about Kenneth because he was seated at another table and he kept getting up and then sitting back down but all the while staring at her. He must like her but doesn’t know how to approach her.
The classroom door opens and in walks Mrs Garcia, she gives me a small smile, and I notice the folder in her hands.
“How was practice?” she asks.
“Tiring,” I say, and she smiles.
“So I spoke to some of the students that you’ve predicted to get high marks and asked them what they plan to do for their final piece,” she explains. “Have you got the list of the other students so we can cross-examine and make sure none of them are doing anything too similar?” she asks.
“Yeah sure, they’re in my office,” I say as I make my way to my office and gestured for her to follow. I unlock the door and open it to see Megan laying across my desk in her underwear. I quickly shut the door before Mrs Garcia can see and turn towards her. “Actually,” I say a little louder. “I think I’ve left it at home,” she frowns at me.
“Why would you take it home?”
“So I could visualise the person with their work,” I make up. She frowns at me. “I’m a visual person I can bring the list in tomorrow,” I say.
“Ok,” she says, confused. “Do you know what Megan is doing?”
“What?” I ask nervously. “Right now? No, I’ve not seen her today,” I ramble in a panic, but I try my best to hide the nervousness I’m feeling, “last I heard she was in an exam,”
“No, I’m not asking that I’m asking if you know what Megan is doing for her final piece,”
“Oh...urm no, you know I’ve not had that discussion. When I next see her, I’ll ask her,” I state.
“When will you be able to know because the exam is this Thursday and Friday?” she asks.
“As soon as possible,” I say.
“Ok, well here’s the list from today, there are still a few students left to ask,” she states and steps away from me, she looks a little weird out by me but is too polite to ask me what is wrong.
“Thanks,” I say, taking the folder. “You know I think Carl was looking for you,” I lie to get her out of here, she perks up a little with a small smile.
“Really?”
“Yeah, he said he wanted to talk to you, something about meeting up,” I fake confusion.
“Oh,” she says, and I can see her starting to blush. They must have enjoyed themselves, or she did. “Ok, I’ll try to find him,”
“He’s in his classroom,” I say to her as she walks towards the door. She nods at me and walks out. I sigh in relief and sag against the door. That was so close, we’ve been careful throughout going out. How Megan got into my office, I don’t know.
Opening the door, I see her sitting in my desk chair now back in her dress. I can’t say I’m not disappointed. All I’m thinking now is thanks to Mrs Garcia; I don’t get to see my girlfriend naked on my desk.
Megan looks at me as she plays on her phone. She raises an eyebrow and then looks back down to her phone.
“Hi,” I say and shut the door behind me to then lock it.
“Hi,” she says glumly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and sit in the chair opposite.
“I’m never going to try to surprise you again,” she says, and I smirk.
“I was surprised,”
“So was I, why was she even here? She’s never here,”
“She comes in more often than you think, and it’s because of Carl, he got her to cover my last lesson,” I explain.
“Oh,”
“Why, what were you thinking?”
“That she likes you,”
“She does or did. I think she slept with Carl,”
“Is there anyone in the world Carl hasn’t slept with?” she asks.
“Me, I have standards,” I say, and she scowls at me.
“He could have you,” she says and stands up.
“Yeah I’m pretty easy,” I say watching her move around the desk and then sitting on my lap. “What’s wrong?”
“All morning I’ve felt sick, I threw up three times before my exam, I only started to feel better halfway through and well it’s a little more than that,” she mutters the ending. I frown and move my hand up and down her thigh.
“What do you mean?”
“I just feel a little frustrated,”
“About what?” I ask. She looks at me and plays with the buttons on my shirt. “How did you get in here?”
“I picked the lock,” she answers and kisses my neck. When did she learn to pick locks?
“We should talk about what happened at the weekend,”
“Ok,” her hand moves into my shirt, and I feel her kiss up my neck to my ear. I clear my throat as I feel myself get turned on. She knows my ears are sensitive.
“I’m sorry, there’s so much I should apologise to you for,”
“You already have,” she says and nibbles my ear. I close my eyes as my thoughts get misdirected.
“But I should apologise to you when I’m sober,”
“Ok,”
I sigh and decide to put an end to this. Lifting her off my lap, I place her on my desk and look her in the eyes. She smiles at me and unbuttons the rest of my shirt.
“What is going on?”
“Nothing,” I give her a pointed look. “Fine, I’m horny as hell,” she admits, making me smile.
“Aren’t you always?” I ask.
“No, you just get me in the mood, this is different,”
“Ok,” I say and move my fingers through her hair. “So you want to have sex, now?” I ask. She blushes and nods. “I knew you were just with me for my body,”
“I told you so,” she says before kissing me.
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