Confessions of a Heartbreaker (5 page)

"Good. I guess we can move on to English now that you realize I won't be falling all over myself to sleep with you."

I'm joking when I say this but even as I murmur the words, I can't help but ponder the possibilities. "Well, if any guy could turn you on to the other team, it would be me."

She shakes her head. "You have one massive ego, Parker Montgomery."

"I have other massive parts as well. I could show them to you if you want." I wiggle my brows at her. "We could play a little I'll-show-you-mine, if-you-show-me-yours game."

"As tempting as that sounds, I'll pass." She says it somewhat sternly as if not wanting to encourage me, but I see the corners of her lips twitching upwards. She should smile more often. Because I've only seen her frown a whole hell of a lot. Mostly at me. Which is yet one more reason why she must bat for the other team. Girls never frown at me.

"It's you're loss," I sing song.

"Is it?"

Another slow sexy smile curves its way across my face. "Most definitely."

She holds my eyes for just a moment longer before slamming her English text book down on the table. Then she gives her head a little shake as if she's trying to clear it before muttering, "Take your book out and let's get to work."

I want to groan but I do as she asks.

Why?

Because I kind of like her. She gives off this-
I don't care what you think
attitude and I have to admit that I find it completely refreshing. Too damn bad she's a lesbian. Honestly, it's probably for the best. After all, I need to get my grades up and it's no secret that I find her somewhat distracting. Knowing that I don't have a shot in hell will help me to stop fantasizing about her and start concentrating on my classes so that I won't have to sit out for football or lacrosse.

Rather surprisingly the next hour and half fly by. I can't believe just how much work we're able to plow through. More than I would have gotten done at home on my own, that's for sure. Maybe this whole tutoring thing is going to work out after all.

A moment later she leans back, rolling her shoulders back and forth before stretching her arms over her head. My eyes immediately gravitate to her breasts and the way the fabric of her fitted shirt stretches tautly across them. They're small but still a nice firm size. And I should know because, as she accused me of at the party on Friday night- I pretty much copped a feel. Knowing I shouldn't be staring at her chest, I drag my eyes away reminding myself that this chick is off limits. One) she's my tutor and two) she's into chicks like I am.

"I don't like the look in your eyes, Parker."

"Then you have excellent instincts," I reply.

I need to change the subject to something more neutral so I'll stop focusing on her like she's some girl I can actually get with. Because, honestly, under normal circumstances, it's never even a question in my mind. It's more of a foregone conclusion. "So, you're a senior, huh?" Which is kind of hard to believe because she's so completely tiny. I wasn't kidding before when I said that she looks like she could be in middle school.

"Yep."

"And you've always gone to North High?" Because I don't remember seeing her around. Like ever.

Holding my gaze, she shakes her head. There's something just a little bit sad about the look that suddenly fills her eyes. "No, I transferred last year mid-way through."

"From where?" See, now my mind is no longer focused on trying to get into her pants. This is good. This is exactly how it needs to be between us. I can definitely do this.

"Boston."

"Ah, and now I start to understand the affinity you have for the Red Sox."

"Favorite team," she says as if it's a challenge before touching the brim of her cap.

And of course, because I can't resist a challenge, I say, "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that.  Gotta love those Tigers."

She shakes her head. "Sorry, can't be converted. I'm a Sox fan through and through. It's in the blood. No changing it." Her eyes slide away for just a moment. "Anyway, as soon as I graduate, I'm out of here." Now there's something a little defiant in her expression and I have to admit that my interest is piqued. She's so unlike any other girl I've met before. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever held this long of a conversation with a girl that didn't have
something
to do with a hook up at the end of the night.

"Okay so I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I'm starting to sense that you don't really want to be here."

She shrugs as if it doesn't matter when clearly it does. "It wasn't exactly my idea to move."

"Yeah, I guess it would kind of suck moving half way through your junior year."

There's an unhappiness about her that doesn't quite sit well with me. It's somewhat surprising to realize that I don't really like seeing her look like that. I'd much rather have feisty Beer Girl back with all her cutting remarks and icy stares than
this
girl. Because
this
girl is doing something inside me that I don't quite understand.

Or like.

Needing to lighten the mood, I lean forward. "I think I have something that will cheer you up."

Her eyes instantly change. Gone is the haunted look and for that I'm grateful. "Getting an STD would definitely
not
cheer me up. Plus, we've already established that you're not my
type
."

"True. But I'm willing to try changing your mind if you're open to it."

And with that comment, she suddenly starts stuffing her books back into her brown leather bag before rising to her feet. "No thanks, Montgomery."

"Suit yourself," I shrug.

Just as she's passing my chair, she leans down so that her lips are right at my ear. A little shiver shimmies its way down my spine.  My eyelids instantly close as her warm breath tickles my skin. "I'm not gay, Parker.  Just uninterested. There's a difference." She sucks my ear lobe into her mouth, giving it a little nip with her teeth, before releasing it.  "See you on Wednesday. Same time, same place."

And then she's gone.

Unfortunately, the boner in my jeans is not. Yeah, I think I'm probably going to be here for a while.

Chapter Five

It's Friday morning and I'm sitting in Mrs. Fisk's 3rd hour English Literature class. My God, can this woman drone on and on. And then on some more.

If I didn't know any better, I’d have to guess that half the students in here were already stiff with rigor mortis. Any other day her lecture would be enough to induce a well-deserved mid-morning nap. But today it's only providing yet another opportunity to conjure up images of Jordan. That whole thing she did in the library. Damn, but I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I do, I pitch a major tent in my pants.

So, apparently that chick isn't a lesbian. It took a moment to wrap my head around that one. Or...
is
she and she's simply messing with me? Argh... that's the problem- I just don't know.

Yet.

I don’t know yet.

This is the first time I've ever found myself completely perplexed by a female. Usually I know exactly what to expect. It's like they're all reading from the same play book and I was lucky enough to get my hands on a copy. I know exactly what they're going to say, how they're going to act, how far they're willing to go, etc...

But not with Jordan.

That girl is a total enigma. I don't get her at all. Which makes me want to figure her out even more. I think I've spent more time contemplating this chick in the last week than I've ever spent thinking about any other girl. Like ever.  And if that's not bad enough, I've been scouring the hallways for her as well. It's like my head is on a swivel but there hasn't been one single Jordan sighting so far.  She's being totally elusive and it's driving me completely bat shit crazy.

A book slams down on my desk knocking me out of my Jordan filled daydreams.  My eyes arrow straight to Ms. Fisk who, much to my misfortune, has now parked herself directly in front of me.

"Parker, are we boring you this morning?"

Of course she's boring me.  What kind of question is that?

But something tells me that she's not actually interested in a truthful answer and I can't really afford to piss her off too much more than I already have because I still need to get my grade up. "No, ma'am. I'm hanging on your every word.  Please, continue."

Her lips thin... As if that's possible.  And just a little FYI- Ms. Fisk does
not
have kissable lips like a certain someone else I know. A little shudder of disgust works its way through my body. I push that thought far, far away where I can't inspect it any further. Because if I do, I might actually throw up in my mouth.

Gross.

On both accounts.

"So tell us, Parker, in your very astute opinion, what do you believe to be Odysseus' greatest weakness?"  A small, not to mention very un-kissable, smile tilts the corners of her lips upward. She looks like a cat that's just about to feast on some big fat mouse.

And guess who she has her sights locked on?

Yeah, no surprise there.

"That's an excellent question, Ms. Fisk," I pause, stalling for more time.

Her smile broadens as she eyes me with something that looks very much like glee. I don't think I've ever seen Ms. Fisk look gleeful before. It's actually quite scary. Kind of like staring death right in the face. "Do you have an excellent answer for us, Mr. Montgomery?"

This time, I allow the corners of my lips to curl upwards as well.  "As a matter of fact, I do."

Did you honestly think I was going to let her get the best of me?  Not going to happen.  At least not today, it isn't.

She sweeps her hand towards all the other students who have now turned their somewhat interested attention towards me as they wipe the drool from their chins and rub the sleep out of their eyes. "Please enlighten us. We're all perched on the edge of our seats with anticipation. Metaphorically speaking, of course."

I try to look thoughtful as I begin. Yeah, it's a stretch but I manage it. "Well, that's a tough question because Odysseus was pretty much the perfect hero. He was brave, loyal, not to mention smart. His flaws don't immediately jump out at the reader."

Her eyes narrow just a bit.  "Go on."  I can almost hear her grinding the back of her teeth together and I have to admit that it feels pretty damn good to surprise her with a correct answer.

"If pressed, I would have to say that Odysseus' greatest weakness was his sense of pride."

"I'm hoping you can give us an example, Mr. Montgomery."  She folds her arms over her scrawny chest. Not that I've actually checked out her non-existent rack.  Because again-
gross
.  Okay, this time, I actually think I
did
vomit in my mouth.

"Well, Odysseus proved that he was prideful when he battling Polyphemus, the Cyclops, because he felt the need to brag about who he was. After he blinded Polyphemus, the Cyclops tattled to his father- you know, the sea god dude-Poseidon. Poseidon ended up causing a lot of trouble for Odysseus on his journey home. Odysseus would have had an easier time getting back to his honey if he would've just kept his big mouth shut."

Ms. Fisk tips her head to me as one worthy adversary would to another. "Very good, Parker."  Then she turns to the rest of the class.  "A lesson to all of you that it's always best to keep your mouths shut. And this was rather surprisingly taught to us by our very own Parker Montgomery. Let's all give it up for Parker."

There's a smattering of applause along with a few snickers but I could care less. Did that woman seriously just acknowledge, in a
public forum
no less, that I did a good job? Did I somehow miss the memo that hell had officially froze over? Not that I'm going to admit it or anything, but the only reason I even knew that answer was because Jordan quizzed me rather relentlessly about the story two nights ago when we were studying at the library.

Take that Ms. Fisk! 
Booya!

"Alright everyone, your assignment is to finish reading pages 220-240 and answer questions 1-8 on page 241." She glances at the digital clock above the door. You can use the rest of the hour to get started on the assignment."

Just as I'm pulling out my incredibly thick and ridiculously heavy lit book, Jordan unexpectedly steps out of Ms. Fisk's office. Wait just a minute-
what the hell was she doing in there?
  Ms. Fisk hands her some papers and Jordan nods her head while they talk quietly before she leaves the room. Apparently she doesn't realize I'm in this class because she doesn't even glance my way.

I quickly jump out of my seat. "Ms. Fisk, I need to take a-"

Her eyes narrow and those lips thin again in a most unattractive way.

"I, ah, need to use the restroom."

She huffs out a breath before handing me a pale blue slip of paper. "Take a hall pass.  And make sure you don't get lost on your way back."