K Webster

She had a wild, wandering soul

but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference.”

—Ariana Dancu

They may not be heroes to anyone else, but they’re my heroes.

I’m still glaring at him when warmth washes over me. I cut my eyes over to Willa just in time to see her wide dark green eyes fixated on me.
She immediately glances down at her paper and her skin colors to a soft pink. My unruly dick twitches. Is she embarrassed? Was she checking me out?
I try to ignore that line of thinking, but it won’t go away. A million thoughts tangle together in my mind.
How old is she?
Does she find me attractive?
Was she thinking about me inside her?
I’m out of control. A selfish fuckwit like my dad. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was supposed to be everything he’s
not. The exact opposite. Yet, here I am lusting over a girl half my age and who’s still in high school.

But I’m here, aching to bury my face in her dark brown hair so I can inhale her scent. I crave to cradle her soft jawline and taste her sweet lips.
I want her.
I just fucking want her.
With every cell in my body.
Today, like any other day, she’s wearing something plain. A fitted pair of jeans, a scuffed-up pair of black Converse, and a
gray knitted sweater. On any other person, it would make them blend in. On her, she somehow makes it sexy.
Someone fucking shoot me now.
Take me out of my misery.
As much as I want to strip this girl, bend her over her desk, and fuck her into tomorrow, I can’t.

She’s not mine.
She will never be mine.

I actually worked up the nerve to speak to him. To attempt to be playful and flirting. All because I caught him staring at me with an intensity I couldn’t ignore even if I’d wanted to. It emboldened me. For once in my powerless life, I felt like I held the hand with all the cards.
But I was wrong.
He snuffed out the flickering fire all too easily and I’ve been obsessing over it since.

pulsing with authority and dominance. One of the things I find so attractive about him is how he makes people like Levi seem weak and worthless.
Our eyes clash, seemingly against their will, and all sound fades around me.
I’m not imagining this.
Mr. Park’s gaze is cutting into me, hot and unapologetic. The fiery heat of it leaves a trail over my skin. The urge to look away prickles through me, but a stubborn streak, hidden deep within keeps me motionless.
I’m not imagining this.
His brows deepen in their frown and his lips press together. A sudden wave of panic skitters through me as I wonder if I said those words aloud.
Smack!
I jolt in surprise when Nick slams my test down on my desk. Precise red ink mars the top of the paper. 100% - Nice work, Miss Reyes.
Nice work.
My stomach flutters at the note. He’s never written anything on my work before. It feels like a secret message between the two of us. Glancing up, I find him watching me intently. A rare smile tugs at my lips. His own lips twitch and then he winks at me.
Winks!
Heat floods through me. I’m not going insane. My teacher, Callum, is flirting with me. This isn’t some fantasy or dream. It’s real.

It feels like everyone is watching me.
Except for Mr. Park.
It’s almost as though he’s avoiding looking at me. Is he embarrassed too? To be called out for our flirtatious exchange?
Dread coils in the pit of my stomach.
Maybe I should request a schedule change. I’ll have him next semester too. Can I really put up with another several months of feeling like this?
Each of my breaths grows more shallow than the previous ones. I’m lightheaded and dizzy. Panic attacks aren’t unusual for me, but they don’t often happen at school. Home is where these feelings tend to render me immobile.
Breathe, Willa. Breathe.
It’s hard to breathe, though, when you feel your world closing in around you. My vision darkens around the edges and I fear I might pass out. Because that won’t be embarrassing or anything.
Mr. Park’s deep voice draws me out of my inner turmoil. As he begins his lecture, discussing statistical inference and confidence intervals, the tension in my neck and shoulders slowly releases. I fall victim to the hypnotic, calming cadence of his words.
All my worries, for a moment, have ceased to exist.

I wriggle past him, my body brushing against his in the process. He stiffens and I can feel the heat of his stare burning into me. As soon as I’m at the machine, he opens the door

He bit me.
My teacher bit me.
I’m still in a daze, even as I walk home from school.
That really happened. Callum came to check on me, comforted me, and then…lost control. It was hot and thrilling. I’ve been aching ever since.
More. I want more.
It’s easy to focus on Callum rather than my crappy life because he’s such a big presence. Not just his height or muscular frame. It’s him. Something about him commands attention. I can still smell his masculine scent clinging to my clothes. It’s intoxicating