car.
"Where ya headed? I was wondering if you wanted to go grab an early dinner?" he asked when he had gotten sided up next to me.
"Maybe another time. I have to run to the store before I head home. But thanks. Oh, hey, did you see my purse after we bumped into each other earlier?" I can't seem to tell but he plays it off as if he truly didn't see it. I struggle with being rude, I was raised to always be polite but I honestly just don't want to go to dinner with him.
"No, I was in a hurry to my next class so I took off pretty fast," he says.
The wind is blowing and whipping my hair around and he casually pulls a strand and tucks it behind my ear. I instantly stiffen ’cause I didn't want him touching me. He slides his finger down my neck as I try to step back but is already against the door of my car.
"Paige, you’re beautiful," he says, leaning in closer to me.
"Ah hum!" we both hear and turn to see Gavin standing on the other side of my car. "What’s going on here? Is he bothering you, Paige?" Gavin asks, shooting daggers at Doug.
"No, it's fine, Professor Wright," I say, scooting over to open my door.
"Just checking." Gavin keeps walking out toward his truck in the faculty parking lot.
"What a dick. He needs to mind his own business," Doug says, standing in my open door. He crouches down and places his hand on my thigh. "When can I see you, Paige? I want to take you out sometime." He starts to move his hand upward.
I place my hand on top of his to stop the movement. "I don't know, Doug. I'm kind of seeing someone." I smile to try and break the news lightly.
"Well, he's a lucky bastard. If he don't treat you right you know where to find me. I'd love an opportunity to see you outside of class." He pulls his hand away and stands back up. "I won't stop pursuing you because I don't just give up that easily. It's not like you’re married."
"I'm flattered, Doug, but right now everything is great. Thanks." I pull my door closed. He continues to stand there.
He taps on my window. Once it's rolled down he fingers my shoulder where my tank top is against me. "I'll see ya on Friday?"
"Bye, Doug," I say, looking at his finger rub my shoulder. I look back up and smile and pull away, forcing him to withdraw his hand from within my car. That was so awkward.
My phone rings almost immediately as I pull out of the parking lot. "That fucker touch you again?" Gavin breathes into the phone.
I didn't want to go into details to Gavin about Doug asking me out. "It's fine, Gavin. Doug's just a douche that thinks he can flirt with everyone."
"It's not fucking alright. I don't want him touching you. And he doesn't flirt with everyone, I've seen him in class; he's always watching you. Don't let him touch you again or I'll stop it myself." I can tell Gavin is beyond furious.
"Okay, baby." It's hard to see Gavin during the week with my school and his classes so I think it bothers him that he can't talk or touch me in public. He has to see other people talk to me and he feels left out. He asks me to stay over with him on Friday night. I've never been to his house and that excites me to see his place and stay over with him. "I'm sure Sarah will keep Addy," I say.
**
Friday is fine except the looks that Gavin continues to glare at Doug with. Doug sits behind me and keeps pushing his booted foot into my chair trying to keep my attention.
Even Natalie notices Doug's continuous flirting. She elbows me and leans over to whisper. "What's up with Doug and you?"
"Nothing. He asked me out Wednesday," I whisper back.
"Go out with him. He's hot and I bet he's a good fuck." She giggles.
I glance back and he winks at me. I turn back to Nat. "No thanks. I think he's a little too experienced for me," I say to her.
"Your loss. I think he really likes you." She starts to say something else but Gavin walks up in front of us.
"You ladies done whispering?" Gavin says looking between us.
"Yes, sir," we both say at the same time.
He taps my desk.
"Where ya headed? I was wondering if you wanted to go grab an early dinner?" he asked when he had gotten sided up next to me.
"Maybe another time. I have to run to the store before I head home. But thanks. Oh, hey, did you see my purse after we bumped into each other earlier?" I can't seem to tell but he plays it off as if he truly didn't see it. I struggle with being rude, I was raised to always be polite but I honestly just don't want to go to dinner with him.
"No, I was in a hurry to my next class so I took off pretty fast," he says.
The wind is blowing and whipping my hair around and he casually pulls a strand and tucks it behind my ear. I instantly stiffen ’cause I didn't want him touching me. He slides his finger down my neck as I try to step back but is already against the door of my car.
"Paige, you’re beautiful," he says, leaning in closer to me.
"Ah hum!" we both hear and turn to see Gavin standing on the other side of my car. "What’s going on here? Is he bothering you, Paige?" Gavin asks, shooting daggers at Doug.
"No, it's fine, Professor Wright," I say, scooting over to open my door.
"Just checking." Gavin keeps walking out toward his truck in the faculty parking lot.
"What a dick. He needs to mind his own business," Doug says, standing in my open door. He crouches down and places his hand on my thigh. "When can I see you, Paige? I want to take you out sometime." He starts to move his hand upward.
I place my hand on top of his to stop the movement. "I don't know, Doug. I'm kind of seeing someone." I smile to try and break the news lightly.
"Well, he's a lucky bastard. If he don't treat you right you know where to find me. I'd love an opportunity to see you outside of class." He pulls his hand away and stands back up. "I won't stop pursuing you because I don't just give up that easily. It's not like you’re married."
"I'm flattered, Doug, but right now everything is great. Thanks." I pull my door closed. He continues to stand there.
He taps on my window. Once it's rolled down he fingers my shoulder where my tank top is against me. "I'll see ya on Friday?"
"Bye, Doug," I say, looking at his finger rub my shoulder. I look back up and smile and pull away, forcing him to withdraw his hand from within my car. That was so awkward.
My phone rings almost immediately as I pull out of the parking lot. "That fucker touch you again?" Gavin breathes into the phone.
I didn't want to go into details to Gavin about Doug asking me out. "It's fine, Gavin. Doug's just a douche that thinks he can flirt with everyone."
"It's not fucking alright. I don't want him touching you. And he doesn't flirt with everyone, I've seen him in class; he's always watching you. Don't let him touch you again or I'll stop it myself." I can tell Gavin is beyond furious.
"Okay, baby." It's hard to see Gavin during the week with my school and his classes so I think it bothers him that he can't talk or touch me in public. He has to see other people talk to me and he feels left out. He asks me to stay over with him on Friday night. I've never been to his house and that excites me to see his place and stay over with him. "I'm sure Sarah will keep Addy," I say.
**
Friday is fine except the looks that Gavin continues to glare at Doug with. Doug sits behind me and keeps pushing his booted foot into my chair trying to keep my attention.
Even Natalie notices Doug's continuous flirting. She elbows me and leans over to whisper. "What's up with Doug and you?"
"Nothing. He asked me out Wednesday," I whisper back.
"Go out with him. He's hot and I bet he's a good fuck." She giggles.
I glance back and he winks at me. I turn back to Nat. "No thanks. I think he's a little too experienced for me," I say to her.
"Your loss. I think he really likes you." She starts to say something else but Gavin walks up in front of us.
"You ladies done whispering?" Gavin says looking between us.
"Yes, sir," we both say at the same time.
He taps my desk.
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