No Going Back (14 page)

A few months after moving in with Nick I decided to go back to school…well, more like further my high school education that I was never able to fully expand. I wasn’t fully sure what I wanted to go into. I’ve always loved the idea of running my own business one day. Nothing huge, just a small boutique. More like a tanning salon. I think it’d be fun once I had the running it part down…and the buying it part. Can’t just dream that shit up. Have to have a good bit of money first…and it’s not like either Nick or I do.

The money side of it all struck up an interest I’ve also had in accounting. I am the most independent damn woman you will ever meet and couldn’t agree to Nick’s crazy idea of me actually quitting work and letting him fully support me while I go back to school and figure my shit out. But I did agree to cut way down on my hours and go to part-time instead. I mean, shit, I have to have money for my needs — or wants. Whatever, it’s all the same as far as I’m concerned. Truth is I’m just not fully ready to let go of all control of my life and trust someone else to fully take care of me. Trying to figure out college shit is frustrating enough.

I slam the school pamphlets down on the coffee table, letting out an exaggerated sigh as I attempt to even figure out where to start.

“What’d that table ever do to you?” Nick asks as he strolls in from the kitchen and taking a seat beside me on the couch.

“Why does all this shit have to be so complicated? You can’t just sign up for one course. No, you end up having to take a lot of bullshit that you don’t even need just to get into the actual program you are aiming for. It’s a fucking scam I tell ya. Someone needs to stick it to the man.” Nick laughs. “What’s so funny?” I ask with annoyance evident in my voice.

“You and your feisty ass. I like it when you’re all worked up. It’s hot. Kinda gets me all worked up.” He waggles his brows at me.

“First of all, you can scratch off the idea of trying to get laid when I’m pissy. Second, never again wiggle your eyebrows at me. I hate to break it to you, but it’s so not a turn on. Comprende?”

“Sure thing buttercup.” He kisses my cheek and stands. “I’m going to get ready for work. Have you thought about looking into those small community colleges that strictly offer the training for the profession you are wanting without all the extra stuff?”

“I hadn’t even thought of it. Who woulda thought you’d be good for something?” I tease and I’m instantly pushed back on the couch in a tickle war.

“I hate to inform you miss thang, but I’m good for a lot of things. Tickling the shit out of you being just one of many. And making you squeal beneath me being another.” Our tickle fest quickly turns into a kissing fest which quickly escalates into us yanking off each other’s clothes.

I’m lying flat on my back on the couch with Nick perched between my legs more than ready to push himself into me. “Is this one of the many things you’re good for baby?” I ask, lifting my hips just enough for the tip of his dick to enter me. I sigh, as the anticipation for what’s about to come takes over my body.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” He says as he slowly pushes himself the rest of the way into me. He feels so good. I can’t control the movement my hips are making. My body knows what it wants and it’s going balls to the walls for it…literally. “Damn baby,” he pants in my ear. “I don’t know about me, but this is definitely something that you’re fucking good at.” I keep rocking my hips until I find my release with him quickly following after.

I feel all out of sorts going back to school for the first time in nearly ten years. It’s as if I’m an outsider, like everyone is staring at me. Which they are not. Or maybe they are. I mean, I am walking around in heels, but damn, they look super-hot with these faded jean capris. This is who I am, I can’t help that. I will dress up for no damn reason, but school is a good reason. I don’t want to look like a bum.

I take the elevator to the third floor where the orientation room is. I’m five minutes early, which I mentally pat myself on the back for. I’m not one for being early, so some might call this as me being an over achiever. But the fact that I’m nervous as hell as I’m walking down this hall already, I know I want to be anything but late. You know the experience. The door is shut. You try to quietly pull it open only for it to creak the loudest noise possible. The teacher stops mid-sentence to glare at you as the whole class turns in the chair making an audible noise to look at the cause for the interruption. You smile and mouth ‘sorry’ and try to quietly make your way to the only empty seat which happens to be front and center. The door loudly slams behind you causing you to let out a yelp as you jump. You pray, asking for a peaceful journey to your seat. But that’s not possible because you are wearing heels and they clank with an echoing thud against the linoleum floor. Once you make it to your squeaky seat, you still have the task of unzipping your bag and unloading your school supplies. This all earns you yet another glare from your teacher.

Nope, I’d rather skip that scenario all together. Thank God the door is open, and I find a seat in the middle row, on the outer edge. I don’t like being crammed in the middle. Especially if I happen to need to pee. I’d rather it just be accessible.

A plump man in his mid-forties walks up with one of those leather suitcase bags, and he lays it on the desk and pulls out his laptop. The bell rings and he looks up smiling through his brown beard. “Good morning everybody! Welcome to Community Tech College. This morning we will basically just be going over the rules for CTC and getting you guys settled in and knowing where your classes will be. The first week you guys are allowed to wear whatever you want. Well, as long as it’s not against the dress code. But once you make it to your core classes you will be required to wear the school shirt along with jeans, unless you are in one of the health care programs, then you will be wearing scrubs. Any questions?”

Yes, what was I thinking?
I silently ask myself.

“Hey baby. How was your first day of school?” Nick asks on the other end of the phone.

“Can I quit?” I sigh

He laughs. “Now Mallory, you’re not cool unless you’re in school. You can’t drop out yet.”

“But I wanna. Maybe I made the wrong decision.”

“And what decision was that? To better your life babe?” He’s right. Grr.

“Smartass,” I huff.

“Better than being a dumb one,” he jokes back.

The last couple months of school have flipping whizzed right by. Who would have thought school could be somewhat enjoyable, but it was. I loved the social part of it. I was completely in my element. Making new friends, kissing the teachers asses. It was perfect. The things I love most about the fact that this was more of a trade school instead of an institutional type college was the fact that there’s many people her my age and older. It’s a breath of fresh air. I also love that it’s so versatile, meaning you have all different scheduling options and you can even do your classes online. That might be beneficial one day.

Chapter Eighteen

*SETH*

On the road again. Always on the fucking road. The road and I are starting to have a love/hate relationship. I love it when I need an escape from reality, but then like all things the high of it starts to fade and the reality of life follows you everywhere you go. Right now, being back on the road is a breath of fresh air. We are now heading up the East Coast, which I’ve been dying to see. This is actually the part of the US I haven’t gotten to see yet. I’m looking forward to experiencing Time Square when we hit up New Your City in a day. I’m going to take in as much as I fucking possibly can. I even plan on walking through Central Park. The one thing I plan on doing at every awesome trademark NY has to offer is to stop at every food stand along the way. I want to see what all the fucking hype is about.

I like it when Jeff comes and hangs out on our bus when we’re driving. Sometimes we throw shit back and forth on the guitars bouncing ideas around. Other times we can spend hours playing fucking Xbox, but then there are days like today. When we just sit around talking about life. He’s full of knowledge. He’s like fucking Yoda.

“Dude, how in the fuck do you know so much shit?” I’m seriously amazed by the mass knowledge this dudes brain holds.

“Being on tour has been good for one thing. I get to catch up on all my history channel shit. That channel will teach you so much more than you’ll learn from twelve years of school.” He’s right.

“Pretty fucking sure I didn’t learn shit in school, but I also didn’t pay attention too damn much. I was too worried about playing back then. Even if it was a dinky ass garage band.”

“That’s how some of the best bands are formed.” He laughs, pointing to himself.

“Funny shit. So, how long have you been married?” I honestly don’t see how the man does it, being on the road away from his woman while other fucking woman proudly wearing the scarlet letter A are running around and flinging themselves at him.

He sits up in his seat and props his elbows on his thighs, all while looking me dead in the eyes. “We’ve been married two years. I see the doubt in your eyes, but just know once you find that one person you can make it through anything. If you want them by your side for the rest of your life, you make it happen. You don’t sit around waiting for it to come together on its own. I messed things up with Tina once, and I vowed to never do it again. And I won’t. I know how it was to not have her in my life and I never want to feel that bull shit again.”

I just nod at him, totally getting what he’s saying. He stands up and arches back stretching himself out. “Damn, these seats y’all have suck ass.” He laughs.

“That isn’t all that sucks ass on this bus, but hey, all in good time, right?” He puts his hand out and I accept it in a manly handshake.

“That’s right. All in good time, bro.” He turns back around once he reaches the door, “Hey, have you ever heard of an apadravya?”

I run my hand through my hair and think about his question for a brief moment. “Can’t say that I have.”

“Well, it’s this dick piercing that drives the ladies wild. That’s something else that helps with our marriage. Tina is obsessed with it.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Anyways, you have to have an albert for a while before you can get one.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because dude, it’s a barbell straight through the dick. Do you really want that happening in one swift move? Not so much. Plus, there might be the chance of your dick bleeding out.” I shudder at the thought of both…the pain and my dick bleeding.

“Getting a PA was bad enough, I’m not sure I could continue the journey.”

“Dude, that’s the wrong attitude right there. Why stay put when you are half way there? Half way there,” he says with a highly exaggerated tone, causing me to laugh.

“You’re a trip Jeff. There’s no way I’m having a needle poked in my dick just to make these easy hussies feel better than they already do. They aren’t worth that shit.”

“Hell naw. You only get it done for someone special. What girl wants a dick in da box when they can have a barbell in da cock? It’s much more pleasurable.”