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Their Forbidden Love Ch. 01

By: Tasha7



Warning: This story contains adult language/situation, some rough sex 

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It was no wonder all the girls took creative writing. Mr. Atkins was a real treat to look at. He had dark dusty blonde hair, green eyes, and a body to die for. Watching him made it hard for anyone to focus, especially me. From the first day I walked into his class I haven't been able to take my eyes off of him. But it wasn't like I could go out with him or anything. He's my teacher. He's my incredibly sexy teacher. God, the dreams I have of him, so many nights alone thinking about him, wanting him. 

I sat in the middle row behind the cheerleaders and school sluts. But it always felt like he was looking at me when he gave his lectures, especially when he was talking about love stories. The way his eyes focused on me would make my heart jump out of my chest, make the palms of my hands sweat, and make my pussy vibrate with excitement. 

"Okay, let's continue this discussion on Monday," said Mr. Atkins, setting his dry erase marker on his desk. He turned around giving everyone a clear view of his ass. "Are there any questions before we go?" 

"What are you doing this weekend?" asked Tammy, twirling her blonde hair around her finger. I shook my head while the other girls giggled. But the question was enough to make Mr. Atkins blush. He was even cuter when he blushed. His tanned cheeks turned bright red and his smile lit the room. 

"I don't think that's related to Shakespeare, Miss. Donavan," he grinned, sitting on the edge of his desk, crossing one ankle over the other. 

God, I've dreamt about feeling his lips against mine. I bet they're soft and moist. Snap out of it, Carmen. 

We all looked at the wall speaker when the school bell rang. I could have sworn all the girls in class moaned with sadness. I think I even let out a soft whimper of regret. 

"Okay everyone, have a good weekend and make sure to have at least one chapter done in your short story," said Mr. Atkins, picking up his dark brown briefcase. That was one flaw Mr. Darrel Atkins had. He was the only one out of my other four teachers that assigned homework over the weekend. "See you guys on Monday," he grinned. I swore he was looking at me when he smiled, but that's impossible. What would a man like that want with an eighteen year old? 

"Are you ready?" asked a familiar voice from behind me. I turned around and smiled when seeing Jonathan standing at the end of the row. I packed my book bag and threw the strap over my shoulder when Mr. Atkins said something. 

"Are you going to be working on your assignment this weekend Miss. Lawson?" 

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Of course, Mr. Atkins," I replied, faking a smile. 

"No, she'll be too busy with me this weekend," said Jonathan, giving Mr. Atkins a dirty look. 

I looked back and forth between them as they stared each other down. "So I guess you want your girlfriend to fail my class," countered Mr. Atkins. 

"Come on, you're the only teacher that assigns homework on the weekend," groaned Jonathan. He walked towards me and put his hand around my waist, pulling me against him. "I think you can make an exception. I'm taking Carmen to a party tomorrow night." Party? That was news to me. But Jonathan was full of surprises. 

Mr. Atkins looked at me briefly before looking at Jonathan's hand slipping down over my hip. "Do mom and dad know about this party?" 

That's right. My sexy teacher is my boyfriend's older brother. The man I've fantasized about, among other things was Jonathan's brother. 

"I suppose you're going to snitch on me?!" The look on Jonathan's face was enough to frighten me a little, but not Mr. Atkins. "Are you?" he asked, letting go of my hip. I swear with the way they stood there staring each other down they were going to fight right there in front of me. 

"It's not a big deal, Jonathan. I'll have the chapter done, Mr. Atkins." I grabbed Jonathan by his arm and pulled at him as he stared down his brother. "Come on, Jonathan, I want to go now." Jonathan looked at me and nodded his head. 

"I'll see you later, Jonathan," groaned Mr. Atkins, walking backwards toward his desk. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing my hand along his bicep. 

He shook his head as we walked down the hall to my locker. "He's my brother, but he can be such a dick," he groaned. "I swear he's like that because of us." 

"Why would you say that?" 

"He just wants to give you a hard time because we're together." 

I shook my head and smiled. "Are you saying he's jealous of his younger brother?" 

"He's jealous that I landed the prettiest girl in school while he sits at home jerking off." He leaned against the locker next to mine, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

God, the words made me suddenly feel heat rush through me. The image of Mr. Atkins sitting in the dark holding his dick in his hand, stroking it up and down made my breath catch in my throat. "I'm...I'm sure he doesn't just sit there doing...that." 

Jonathan shook his head, kicking the back of his heel against the bottom locker. "He's so stupid." 

After picturing Darrel Atkins pumping his dick in his hand I couldn't remember my locker combination. Damn it, what's the number? Is it 5-3-9 or was it 8-3-6? Damn it, I panicked, turning the numbered dial around when it finally opened. Jonathan was just as cute as his brother. His eyes were darker than Mr. Atkins'-Darrel's. And he was on the football team so he did have a nice body, but there was something about an older man that just made my body ache. The idea of being with my teacher sent chills down my spine. But that's all it was, just an idea, a pointless fantasy that would never come true. "Don't worry about your brother," I grinned, putting my other text books in my locker. 

He pushed off the lockers and grabbed my waist, moving me away from my locker and kissed me. Oh his lips were so delicious. They were like two tiny pillows kissing me. Huh? Are Darrel's the same? Stop that! 

"Come on, let's get out of here," he suggested, holding me in his arms, his strong arms engulfing my slender body. We rocked together like that as he kissed along the curve of my neck, making my heart pound against my chest. Oh how I wished we were alone just then. Feeling him hold me and kiss me like that made me want him right then and there. I think if I was wearing a skirt instead of white skinny jeans I would've pulled down his jeans and fucked him right there. "Man, you're so sexy," he whispered against my neck, grabbing the curve of my ass, bringing my body against his. Oh my god. "I want you so bad, Carmen," he whispered. It was obvious how bad he wanted me. I could feel him hard against my leg and it made me whimper over the thought of not being able to have him. He let go of me and looked around before grabbing my hand, pulling me down the hall. 

"Wait, my locker," I called out, reaching my free hand out as if I could reach it, but it was no luck. He looked again at the empty hall before pushing me against the boy's bathroom door. He kissed me as the door swung open. "What are you doing?" I grinned as if I didn't know. I liked playing innocent and he loved it too, said it drove him crazy when I teased him. 

"No more teasing, Carmen," he grinned, pulling at the button of my jeans. "God, I'm going to fuck you so hard," he proclaimed, pulling down my jeans while gently pushing me backwards to the handicap stall. It was the only stall with a sink in it. 

I bit my bottom lip as I rubbed my hand along the crotch of his jeans. God was he hard. Feeling him against his jeans made my mouth water with excitement. Having my jeans stuck around my ankles made me regret not wearing a skirt until he bent me over the white porcelain sink and quickly pulled down my white lace panties. I could see his reflection in the mirror along the wall. He looked over me, licking his lips as he slowly pulled the waist band of my panties over my hips. "Look who's teasing now," I grinned, looking at him over my shoulder. 

He smiled and looked at me. "Pay back is a bitch," he grinned, softly rubbing the curve of my ass. 

"Really? I didn't come here to get pay back, babe." I reached for my panties to pull them up, but he stopped me, grabbing both wrists in one hand, holding them hard against my back. "Ohhh," I moaned when feeling the fabric of his jeans against my naked ass, pressing it there hard, practically tearing at the seams of the crotch. "Jonathan," I whimpered, grinding my ass against him. I could see the lust in his eyes as he grabbed my hip with his other hand. "Please," I begged already feeling the crotch of my panties wet as they rubbed against me. 

He smiled and I could feel his hand against my ass as he worked at his zipper. I closed my eyes when feeling him hard against me, rubbing the tip of his cock against the crack of my ass. "Is that what you want?" he teased, slowly moving it up and down. 

"God, yes," I breathed, feeling him pushed the tip in between the small opening of my thighs. I was ready, I was more than ready. Thinking about Darrel moments ago and having Jonathan with his dick in hand teasing me was more than enough anticipation. "Fuck me, Jonathan," I begged, sending a huge smile across his face. He pulled my panties the rest of the way down, reacquainting them with my jeans. I licked my lips as he grabbed my hip again, still holding my wrists tight. How long was he going to make me wait? It's not like we were in his room or his car. Someone was bound to walk in any second. "Stop making me wait," I said, looking at his reflection in the mirror. I didn't realize how bad teasing was until I was the one being teased. I didn't like being the teased, I realized as he rocked back and forth, rubbing his shaft against my lips. 

"I love hearing you beg," he grinned. Ugh, is that how I sound when I tease him? It's no wonder he always fights me when I take over. "Shit, babe," he whispered, closing his eyes as he rocked a little faster. Damn I wanted him inside me. My body begged, screamed to feel him inside me. I let out a happy moan when finally feeling him slide inside me. He let go of my wrists and grabbed both hips as he moved me back and forth against the sink. "Yes, babe," he breathed. All the waiting was definitely worth it when feeling every inch of his cock fill me. And boy could he fill me. "God, you feel so good," he grunted. 

I looked at him in the mirror as he closed his eyes with his head back. "Please, babe, faster," I begged for the first time since we've been together not caring about giving up control. Well, partial control as I raised my hips to feel him deeper inside. "Yes," I breathed as he pounded me hard against the sink. I lifted my shirt and grabbed my breast over my bra. I looked at our reflection in the mirror as he rocked me harder and faster. "Oh god, babe, make me come," I cried, not caring anymore where we were. 

"Fuck, Carmen," he grunted behind a locked jaw, squeezing my hips tighter, making me flinch from the pain. "You're so wet," he breathed over the sound of his body hitting hard against mine. I looked in the mirror at my breast in my hand when a sudden rush flowed through me. God, there it was, my orgasm hit me hard, made me shiver when he hit his hand hard against my ass cheek. "Oh, yes," he said, squeezing my hips tight, his hips moving up to meet me. "I'm...going...to...ohhhh," he stuttered, closing his eyes tight, his body tensed and bucked against me. I looked at him over my shoulder and smiled. "God, you're something else." 

I stood up and turned around, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. "You're such a good listener," I grinned. I leaned up to kiss him when I heard someone yell behind him. "Oh god," I panicked when seeing Darrel-Mr. Atkins standing in the open stall. His eyes were wide and fixed on me as Jonathan quickly pulled his jeans up. 

"Get the fuck out of here!" Jonathan roared, lunging at his brother with his jeans half way up his thigh. I pulled my shirt down and struggled to pull up my panties. "You fucking perv!" he screamed. 

"You may be my brother, but you don't get special treatment." 

"Like I said; you're a fucking snitch!" Jonathan yelled, finally getting his jeans up. 

"We're so sorry, Mr...Atkins," I stammered, still struggling with my clothes. His eyes were still stuck on me, staring over my pussy. 

"What are you fucking looking at?!" roared Jonathan, looking at me and then his brother. "Are you checking out my girl?!" Although I couldn't see Jonathan's face it wasn't hard to tell that he was beyond pissed off. 

God, this was the most uncomfortable, embarrassing thing I've ever done. There, I thought when finally getting my jeans up. "Please don't tell Principle Rogers," I begged, giving my best attempt at puppy dog eyes I could muster. "It will never happen again." 

"Don't fucking beg him. He won't say anything," Jonathan said, sounding so sure. But with the way Mr. Atkins looked at us I found it hard believing he wouldn't. 

"Get out of here!" Mr. Atkins said, lowering his head and moved out of the way. 

Jonathan grabbed my hand and practically dragged me past his brother and out the bathroom. "Fucking dick," he murmured under his breath. 

"It's not his fault," I whispered, trying to calm him, but it wasn't enough. He walked ahead of me shaking his head as we went back to my locker. I picked up my book bag off the floor and looked at him as he leaned against the lockers again. "Jonathan," I whispered, reaching for his hand. He let out a deep breath and looked past me, making me look. The same embarrassed feeling returned when seeing Mr. Atkins walking out of the bathroom. "Come on, take me home," I said, hoping to distract him. I looked over my shoulder for a second at Mr. Atkins standing in the hall looking at me as we made our way around the corner. 

* * * * 

"He just stood there like a moron," Jonathan groaned, pacing my living room. Ugh, he's still talking about it? I rolled my eyes to the ceiling trying to drown out the same rant I heard the entire drive to my house. "He has no idea what I want to do to him." 

Now, I could agree with. I shook the idea out of my head. The way his eyes looked over me was more than a teacher disgusted by our actions. There was something else there. "It's okay, babe. He's not going to tell, just relax." I pulled his arm and sat him next to me. 

"I can't relax," he huffed, slouching against the back of the sofa, arms crossed. 

"Well, you can sit here and pout about your brother. I'm going to my room." I tossed the magazine on the sofa and made my way to my bedroom down the hall. 

"And what are you going to do in your bedroom?" I heard him shout from the living room. 

"You'll just have to come and find out," I replied, pushing against my closed bedroom door, slipping out of my clothes on the way to my bed. I knew if there was anything that would take his and my mind off Mr. Atkins it was sex. It wasn't long after undressing I saw him standing in my doorway looking at me. "Well?" I smirked, lying on the bed. 

He smiled and walked in. "What about your mom?" 

"First of all she's at a book signing, so she'll be gone all day. And second of all when has my mom ever stopped you?" I whispered, remembering when she thought we were by the pool studying. She thought having us go outside would keep us innocent, but she was wrong. The memory made me smile. 

"What?" he grinned. 

"Just thinking about how naive my mom is." He walked closer, undoing the fly of his jeans, then the zipper. 

"Your mom is just trusting. That doesn't make her naive," he grinned, sliding them off as he stood in front of me. 

"So, what is going to take your mind off of your brother?" I inquired, sitting up, looking at his dick staring back at me as stiff as it was a few hours ago. He looked down before gripping his cock in his hand, slowly pulling back the skin, driving me crazy as I watched him stroke himself. 

"Why don't you tell me?" he teased. Again with the teasing, ugh, I thought. I slid to the edge of the bed, my feet barely touching the floor and replaced his hand with mine. I could almost taste his cock against my tongue. Oh how I loved sucking him off. I loved looking up at him, seeing the pleasure and joy my mouth brought him just as much as I loved having it inside me. "Oh, baby," he breathed, closing his eyes as I licked his rounded tip, twirling my tongue around it slowly. He ran his large fingers through my hair, slowly moving the falling hair from his view. "Oh, that's it." My eyes met his as I slid further off the bed, dropping to my knees in front of him as I slowly took his head in my mouth. Already I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue as I rolled my tongue over the tiny hole. 

"Is this helping?" I asked, rubbing my cheek against his shaft like a cat rubs against its owner's leg for attention. 

"Why don't you keep going and I'll let you know," he grinned, grabbing the back of my head, pressing the wet tip against my mouth. I smiled and opened wide, taking all of him as he guided me toward his pelvis. Having him in my mouth was making me want him. I closed my thighs tight together to calm the aching, but there was no stopping it. It didn't help listening to him breathing hard and moaning above me. I wanted him to relieve the ache, begged him with my eyes, but he ignored me. Feeling him in the back of my throat made my eyes water from the pressure as he started rocking back and forth, fucking my mouth. Oh how I loved that. Feeling him slide out and back in again was sending me over the edge. I wanted to taste him, but not before he fucked me first. "Oohh," he breathed, holding my head, forcing me to stay there despite my best efforts. I gently raked my teeth against his flesh getting a gasp in return. That was the first time I've done that and I could tell that he liked it when he gripped my hair tight in his hand. "Keep doing that," he ordered, moving my head back and forth again. 

I did as I was told until he released my hair from his grasp and picked me up by my arm. We stood face to face silent before he took me in his arms, holding me tight. "Carmen Amanda Lawson," he whispered, staring into my eyes. "You're amazing, you know that?" 

I felt amazing when I was with him. The way he looked at me, the way he held me, kissed me made me feel wonderful. I know being only eighteen I have a lot to learn, but Jonathan was the best thing that happened to me. I was doing something I thought I would never do. I was falling in love with him. 

He held the back of my neck, caressing my cheeks with his thumb before kissing me. I almost instantly melted in his arms. He was so amazing how could I possibly want anything more than him? How could I possibly want his brother? He parted my lips with his tongue, searching for mine as he laid me gently on the bed. That was it, I was lost, completely into him, head over heels only after five months. "I really like you," he whispered, looking down at me, brushing my curly hair off my shoulder. 

"I really like you, too," I grinned, brushing my fingers through his golden hair. He sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off before tossing it behind him. "It looks good," I whispered, gently touching the tattoo he got on his chest for his birthday a few weeks back. He wanted me to get one too, but I hate needles. I ran my fingertip along the dark inked bull in a tribal outline. 

"Yeah?" he grinned, looking at his chest. "I thought you hated it." 

"I never said I hated it. I just didn't understand why you had to get one." I traced the lines with my finger slowly and he looked down at me. 

"So you could do this," he whispered, brushing my hair back. 


Their Forbidden Love Ch. 02



I looked up at the stars feeling Jonathan squeeze my hand a little. "Hey, where are you?" he asked me, making me sigh. Even though the hood of the car was cold below the material of my skirt I laid there thinking. "Why don't you ever talk about your father?" 

I wondered what triggered that conversation. But it was true. Aside from telling him that my father died when I was seven I didn't say much about it. Honestly I haven't thought about my father in a long time and that thought pained me. It would be more understandable if my father was an asshole or something, but he wasn't. At least what I remembered of him he wasn't. The memories of him faded more and more over the years. Sometimes I forget what he looked like. After the car accident I sat in my room crying for weeks. I hated my mom, God, the drunk driver that slammed into his car head-on. I hated everyone I could for letting him die. I even blamed myself since he was going out to pick up the Halloween costume I cried, begged him for. If I would have just waited or gotten it sooner he would still be alive. 

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, snapping me out of my guilt thinking. He wiped the tear that trailed from the corner of my eye. "I didn't mean to make you cry." He sat up on his elbow and turned to me. 

"It's not you," I whispered, sitting up on the hood, feeling it dent a little to absorb my weight. "I haven't thought about him in a long time," I confessed, feeling my heart break. I shook my head and closed my eyes trying as hard as I could to remember what he looked like, how he smelled when he held me in his arms. I thought the tighter I clenched my lids together the memories would return, but they didn't. The only thing I could remember was his dark ash colored hair. "I... Let's go," I said, sliding off the hood and walked to the passenger side door. I sat down in the leather seat waiting for him. 

"I didn't mean to upset you," he apologized, turning the key in the ignition. 

I lowered my head and sighed. "It's not your fault, really, Jonathan. I just want to get to the party, that's all." I looked out the window to hide from my lie as we pulled out of the patch of dirt. I looked at my cell surprised my mom wasn't blowing up my phone as I looked at the time on the dashboard. I couldn't believe it was ten already. "Where is this party anyway?" 

"It's at Bruce's house. His parents are gone on a business trip." I could hear the smile in his voice. He acted like he's never been to a party before. "There's supposed to be alcohol," he grinned. 

I turned and looked at him. "So, that's your plan? You're trying to get me drunk to seduce me?" 

"As I recall it doesn't take alcohol to seduce you." I took in a deep breath when feeling his hand on the inside of my thigh. He was right though. With him it didn't take much. He had me wrapped around his finger and with the way he looked at me I think he knew it. 

"How about we skip the party?" 

He moved his hand further up my thigh. "And what would we do?" he grinned, glancing between me and the wet road in front of him. 

"Well, I have some ideas," I whispered, pressing his hand against my panties that had been wet since going to the cliff. 

"Damn, Carmen," he grinned, moving his hand up and down the fabric. I was pretty sure that was enough to persuade him until I saw the flood of cars parked down the street. It made me even madder when he moved his hand. "What?" he asked in response to the hard look I gave him. 

"Seriously?!" I replied even angrier that he had to ask. "So I guess you rather go to some stupid party than be with me." 

"I am with you." He parallel parked in between two idiots that should probably have their license taken away. 

I shook my head and opened the door before he had a chance to straighten out the car. "You know what I fucking mean!" And with that I slammed the car door and stormed up the walkway, kicking empty plastic cups and beer cans along the way. I didn't understand what the big deal was with this party anyway. When I walked inside they had lame music playing and everyone was huddled in their little clicks talking about the same bullshit they talk about at school. God, why did I let him talk me into this? I could've been at home lying in bed doing my stupid writing assignment. Thinking about my assignment made me think about Mr. Atkins. I could still picture the look on his face when he caught us in the bathroom. You would think I would be horrified, but I wasn't. 

"Carmen!" I looked over my shoulder at Jonathan rushing through the doorway. "What is with you?!" he shouted over the music. 

I shook my head and walked away. I didn't want to fight, but I didn't want to be there either. "Nothing," I lied and he knew it. I could tell by the way he let go of my arm and looked at me. 

"All right," he dismissed. "Want a drink?" Seriously? He's going to just pretend that everything is okay? What a dick! That was the first time I thought that of him. Was he so set on coming to this stupid party he would ignore me? 

I shook my head and brushed through the crowd expecting him to follow me, but he didn't. "Asshole," I whispered to the night sky. 

"Sounds like trouble in paradise?" The comment made me turn to see who made it. "Smoke?" asked Ethan, head quarterback of the football team and one of the guys I tested the waters with after first moving here. Jonathan wouldn't be too happy if he saw me talking to him, but I wasn't too happy with Jonathan right now either. I watched his eyes looking me up and down, settling on the neckline of my halter top. "Where's your boyfriend?" he asked not at all hiding his disapproval tone. 

"Inside," I replied, walking closer to him, taking the offered cigarette from his fingers. I wasn't much for smoking, but I thought if Jonathan saw us together it would be enough to make him want to leave. 

He watched my lips as I put the cigarette in between them. "Then why are you out here alone?" he asked, putting the flame of his lighter to the end of the cigarette. I shrugged my shoulders as I inhaled. "I don't get what you see in him anyway." 

I hated the awkward silence but I didn't know what to say. It wasn't like Ethan wasn't a prize. All the girls wanted him, but for some reason he chose me. Out of all the girls that flirted and drooled over him, he picked me. We only dated for a month before breaking up with him to go out with Jonathan. "I should really get back to Jonathan," I whispered, feeling his eyes undressing me. I tossed out the rest of my cigarette and went to the door, but he grabbed my hand. "Ethan," I whimpered suddenly being reminded of what I did like about him. The strength behind his arms held my waist tight. Being there with him like that made my heart race. "Please, Ethan," I breathed, closing my eyes tight, touching his large hands against the small of my back. 

"Why are you with that looser?" he whispered in my ear. 

"Please let go," I begged, pushing back against his locked fingers. Even though I was mad at Jonathan I still cared about him. I didn't want to hurt him and seeing me like this with Ethan would definitely hurt him. 

"You should be with me, not him." 

"We only dated a month, Ethan. Why are you still upset about it?" 

"Well, I guess that month meant more to me than it did you." 

"It meant something to me too. But it's over, Ethan. I'm with Jonathan and I care about him a lot." 

"I've never been with anyone like you, Carmen." His words stung me in my chest. A guy like him I expected to be going through girls like nothing, but he felt different about me for some reason. 

"You could have any girl you want." 

"Apparently not." He lowered his head and let out a hard breath. "Jonathan. Why do you think he's really with you?" 

"What?" I didn't understand why he would ask me that. "Because he likes me. What other reason would there be?" 

"Well, maybe you should reevaluate that answer." 

I didn't want to hear anymore of his jealous rants, "just let me go," I pleaded and he did. I felt air return to my lungs and walked to the door still feeling his eyes on me. 

"You okay?" asked Jonathan standing in the hall with Andrew and Ken, also on the football team. "What's wrong?" he asked as I stood with my heart racing not able to speak. 

"Here," offered Andrew, handing me a red plastic cup. I held it up to my nose to smell it, my eyes meeting Jonathan's. 

"What is he doing?!" Jonathan growled, making me look. I felt my breath catch in my throat when Ethan came inside. "Man, fuck this," he said, grabbing me by my arm and led me to the front door. 

"Jonathan, wait!" I yelled, trying to get away. "What is your problem?" 

"I don't have a problem. Now that you see him you want to stay? Did you talk to him?" He stared at me as I froze. I tried to think of a good lie, think of something but my mind was a blank and it was too late. Ethan was walking towards us. "You can't get over the fact that she dumped you, can you?!" he yelled, his voice louder than the music. 

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? You would know all about getting dumped, Jonathan." 

"What is he talking about?" I shouted, confused. 

"Stay away from her!" Jonathan roared, pushing me behind him. 

"Man, fuck you," Ethan whispered, walking out the front door. 

"Come on," Jonathan demanded, holding my hand tight as he led me to the door. 

I pulled my arm from his grasp and stood on the porch. "I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me what's going on." 

He looked up and shook his head. "I can't believe this shit," he mumbled. He went back inside and waited at the foot of the stairs for me. "Come on, let's talk." It wasn't hard to see that he didn't want to talk then, but I had to know what was going on. 

"What's going on, Jonathan?!" I stood with my arms crossed when he found an empty bathroom upstairs 

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, looking down at the white ceramic tiles. "I just hate that guy," he whispered. 

"How could you hate someone you play with?" 

"Believe me it isn't easy." 

I walked a little closer and leaned against the edge of the counter. "What was he talking about? What are you not telling me?" 

I felt my heart stop when he looked up at me. "You know I like you, right?" 

"Yeah I like you, too," I whispered. Although by this point the way I felt about him was more than just liking him. "What is it, Jonathan?" His silence scared me when he stood without looking at me. "Please, Jonathan, you're scaring me." 

"When I first saw you with Ethan I knew I had to get you to go out with me. I had to get you to leave him." 

"Um, okay." 

He ran his fingers through his hair before sitting on the tub again. "When I did that it wasn't just because I liked you." 

I was so confused. "What are you saying?" 

"About a year before you came to this school I was seeing this girl Kristy. We were dating for a few months and then she..." 

I shook my head even more confused. What does this girl have to do with me? I wondered. "And?" 

He lowered his head, making me even more nervous. Was he going to tell me he cheated on me? God, please don't let it be something bad, I prayed, feeling a pain in my stomach. "I had to find a way to get him back. I vowed to make him pay for taking her away from me." 

"What are you saying, Jonathan?" 

"When I saw how much he was into you I saw my chance," he whispered, looking up at me. 

I leaned back against the counter not able to breathe. "The...only reason you wanted to go out with me was for revenge?!'" Hearing the words aloud made it even harder to comprehend. "So, it was all bullshit?" He didn't say anything. He just nodded his head slowly. "So I was just...? You used me? You... I..." I couldn't speak. I couldn't get the words out. I couldn't even think as my ears rang. 

"I know it was wrong, but at the time I didn't think how the truth would affect you." 

"You bastard!" I yelled, feeling the tears run down my cheeks. I couldn't feel anything other than my heart breaking. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at the guy that I thought cared about me. For five months he was playing me, lying to me, using me to get back at Ethan. I walked back and felt for the door. 

"Carmen, wait!" he called out, getting up from the bathtub. I couldn't stand to look at him, to hear anymore bullshit. I ran out the door and down the stairs as the tears continued to fall. "Carmen!" he yelled as I ran out the front door. 

I ran. I just ran as fast as I could to get away from him. I finally stopped at the end of the street out of breath. I fell to the pavement, not caring that my panties were exposed to anyone that walked or drove past me. I didn't care that I looked like a complete mess. 

I just sat at the corner of the sidewalk crying into the night sky. I opened my heart to him, gave him all of me, and loved him for it to all be a cruel joke. I looked down when hearing cars driving by and I slowly stood to my feet, brushing the dirt off the back of my skirt. I took in a long and deep breath before walking down the street. I looked around at the houses and street lights trying to figure out where I was going. I was far from his house where my car was parked in the driveway. I looked down at my shoes thankful I decided to wear my low heel sandals instead of my wedge heeled sandals. Was it a sign? Was my choice in shoes a way of telling me that this was going to happen? I shook my head over the thought of my fashion sense being smarter than I was. I crossed my arms against my torso when feeling a cold breeze blow through me. I couldn't believe that he would do that to me. I walked down the street trying to figure out how anyone could do something so horrible. I ignored Ethan for him. I broke up with Ethan for him. I fell in love with him, cared for him more than anyone else for it to just be a lie. 

I looked to my side when I heard a car slowly pull up beside me. I kept walking expecting it to be Jonathan. "I don't want to hear it, Jonathan," I shouted, walking a little faster. 

"Carmen!" 

I stopped walking when hearing another voice. "Mr. Atkins?" I said, bending forward to look in the open passenger window. 

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" He leaned forward, resting his arm on the empty seat. 

"I thought it was a nice night to walk," I wiped the drying tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand. 

"Where's Jonathan?" 

"Ha, Jonathan? I don't give a shit where that piece of shit is," I huffed, standing up. 

"What happened?" he asked, leaning closer to the open window. I couldn't answer. I just shook my head and brushed my hair back with my fingers. "Where's your car?" 

"At your house," I whispered. I looked down when I saw the door open toward me. 

"Come on, get in." 

I shook my head and stepped back. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll just walk." 

"I'm not going to leave you out here like this. It's going to rain soon and my house is at least three miles away." 

He had a point. There was no way I was going to make it in the rain. "Okay," I breathed, slowly walking to the car. "Thanks." I pulled the card door and sat back. 

"I can't believe he just let you walk by yourself," he said his voice hard and stern. 

"I left on my own. What were you doing?" 

"I was picking up some dinner." He looked at me as he shifted into drive. "It was a good thing I ran into you. It's not safe at night these days." 

I could feel his eyes on me as I looked out the window. "Your brother is..." I stopped in mid-sentence and shook my head. 

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" 

I crossed my arms and slouched against the back of the seat. "I rather not," I whispered, turning my head. 

"Okay," he said, turning the volume up on the radio. 

I sighed and looked at him feeling bad. After all it wasn't his fault his brother turned out to be a complete asshole. "I'm sorry. I know you're just trying to be nice." 

He looked between me and the road ahead. "It's all right." 

I didn't really want to talk about what happened, but if anyone could give me some insight I would think it would be him. "Jonathan told me the real reason he wanted to go out with me." 

"The real reason?" 

"He wanted to get back at Ethan for taking his girlfriend, Karen-Kim..." I shook my head over the thought. "It doesn't matter what the fuck her name is. Because of her I'm the one that looks like an idiot." 

"I knew my brother was stupid, but I didn't think he would do anything like that. I'm so sorry, Carmen." 

Carmen? That was the first time he'd called me by my first name. I was used to hearing Miss. Lawson. I didn't think he knew my first name. "Thanks, Mr. Atkins." 

"Darrel," he said, smiling at me when he stopped at a red light. "We're not in class, so you can call me Darrel." 

"Okay. Thanks, Darrel." 

He cleared his throat and looked at the car in front of him. "Well, if you ask me you're better off without him anyway." 

I looked in my lap, playing with the hem of my skirt doubting that. "I wish that was enough comfort, but it isn't." I let out a hard sigh and rested my arm on the door panel. "I really liked him. I thought he was perfect." 

"You're a beautiful young woman, Carmen. There is someone out there that will appreciate you better than he could." I could hear the sincerity in his voice and it made me smile despite the desire to roll up in a ball with a spoon full of ice cream in my mouth. "I mean it, Carmen." 

"Thank you, but right now it's a little hard to believe." I looked out the window again, staring up at the street lights. My breath caught in my throat when I felt his hand on top of mine. I looked down at my hand to make sure I didn't imagine the warm skin against mine. He gently squeezed my hand to reassure me that it was real. I looked at him and the way he looked at me made my heart pound against my chest. "Um, the light is green," I whispered, seeing the change in color out the corner of my eye. 

He looked at the light and quickly released my hand. "Right," he breathed, gently pressing on the gass pedal. "We're not far now." After that I didn't know what to say. For a split second I saw something different in his eyes. He turned up the volume on the radio, almost loud enough to hear miles away. 

I looked at my car in the driveway as he pulled in next to it. I cleared my throat to break the silence. He pulled up on the emergency brake lever and gripped the steering wheel. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Atkins. Sorry, Darrel." 

He lowered his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't mind." He tilted his head a little to look at me. "I guess I'll see you on Monday." I nodded my head and opened the car door. "Enjoy the rest of your night." 

I smiled and stepped out of the car, closing the door as he sat there. "Shit," I groaned. I leaned over the open window, sticking my head inside the car. "Um, my purse is inside." 

"Oh it's no problem." He took the key out of the ignition. I waited for him as he reached in the back seat for a white plastic bag. "Come on," he said, closing the car door and walked up the walkway. I followed behind him, keeping my distance as he opened the door to the dark house. "They must be out," he said, flicking the light switch by the door. I walked in and he closed the front door. "Where's your purse?" He set his plastic bag on the dining room table. 

I let out a hard sigh and looked in the direction of the stairs. "His room," I groaned. I was suddenly reminded of what we did before leaving. The memory made me want to cry, but I held it in. 

"Oh, I could get it if you'd like." 

I let out a sigh, shaking my head. "No, I got it." I touched the wood banister and slowly walked up the stairs. The hall was dark and quiet, making what happened even more hard to bear. "Why did this have to happen to me," I whispered, feeling the sting of my tears run down my cheeks when I entered his room. I looked around for my purse wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. I definitely didn't want to be there when he got back. I looked at the unmade bed, evidence of the last time we were together. Oh, God the last time. If I knew our last time would really have been the last time I would have insisted on skipping the party. "Would this have happened if we didn't go?" The thought made me want to cry. "Asshole!" I cursed, dropping to the floor to look under the bed. "Fucking asshole!" I roared to the pairs of shoes under the bed. 




Their Forbidden Love Ch. 03



I woke up in the morning dreading the next day. Not only did I not have my homework done, I just knew I would run into Jonathan. He called me all night and all night I ignored his calls. There wasn't anything he could say that would make what he did any better. I looked at the door when it opened. 

"Good morning," whispered my mother, still wearing her robe. 

I slowly slid to the edge of my bed. "Good morning," I said feeling the complete opposite. It wasn't a good morning. It wasn't a good weekend. It wasn't a good month. It wasn't a good year. After what happened last night I hated everything. 

"Do you want any breakfast?" 

"I really don't feel like eating." 

"Are you ready to tell me what happened last night?" 

I shook my head and went to my dresser. "No, not really," I whispered, looking through my drawer for a bra and pair of panties. Normally I would have looked for something fancy for Jonathan. You know, in case we had some alone time. But that wasn't an option. I sighed and grabbed the first pair of both I saw and slammed the drawer shut. "You can make me some toast and coffee." 

"Coffee?" 

"Yes, coffee," I answered, crossing my arms, reminding her that I wasn't a child. 

"Excuse me," she grinned, putting her hands up as she backed out of my room. "Are you going out with Jonathan today?" 

The question had made my heartache return. "No," I whispered, trying hard to hold back the tears. 

"Well, that's a first. You two are so cute together." 

I could hear the joy in her voice. I couldn't stop hearing the truth in my head. "Well, we're not together anymore!" I screamed out as if it were her fault. 

"Carmen!" she shouted, bringing me back down a notch. "What happened?" 

I sat on the bed, holding my bra and panties. "I really don't want to talk about it, Mom." I closed my eyes, but I could feel her sit next to me. I let out a deep sigh and leaned against her. Nothing was said, nothing had to be. She just held me and I let her. As she stroked my head it felt like I was little again. I felt at peace and I didn't want it to stop. "I loved him, Mom," I whispered, causing her to hold me tighter. 

"I know, baby. What happened?" 

I sat back up while she rubbed my back. "It was all bullshit and I don't know what I'm going to do. He just used me." 

"He used you for the sex?!" I could hear the hate in her voice. "That little punk!" 

"No, Mom, it wasn't that. It was to get back at some guy I dated before him." 

"No, I don't believe that. I saw the way he was with you." 

I stood up feeling the same doubt, but it was true. "That's what he said. I was just a way to hurt him." 

"That jerk!" she hissed. "I should go down there and give him a piece of my mind." 

I turned to her and shook my head. "I just want to forget about it. I just want to move on." 

She stood and pulled me into her arms again. "I'm so sorry, baby," she whispered into my hair. I knew they were just words, but they helped coming from her. 

"I love you, Mom," I cried, hugging her tight. 

"I love you, too." She gently pushed me back and wiped the tears under my eyes. "I wish I could stay here and comfort you, but I have a meeting with my agent," she pouted. 

I faked a smile and nodded my head. "It's okay." 

"Screw Allen, you're more important. I'll cancel and we'll have a mother daughter day." 

"Thanks, Mom, but I'll be fine. I have homework to do anyway." 

"Are you sure?" 

I smiled and nodded in response. "Don't worry about me." 

She kissed the top of my head and smiled again. "I'll get your coffee and toast started." 

"Okay, thanks, Mom." She smiled at me before heading out of my room. 

I couldn't let Jonathan win. I couldn't let him know he hurt me, but I didn't know how I was going to just forget about the feelings I had for him. I looked at the pictures of us on my pinup board and ripped them off, tearing each one into tiny pieces. I looked at the torn pieces of my happiness before throwing them away. 

"The coffee is brewing. I'm going to get ready." 

"Okay, thanks." The way she looked at me, the 'I feel so sorry for you' look, made me want to cry again. "Please don't look at me like that, Mom," 

"I'm sorry, honey." She pouted her bottom lip. 

"Please stop it. I'll be fine." I said the words, they echoed in my head, but I still had a hard time believing them. I wanted to forget about Jonathan. I wanted more than anything to be okay, but all I could think about was him. All I could feel was his arms around me, his lips against my skin. It was too much too soon and I didn't know how I was going to adjust being without him. I looked through my drawer for some clothes. Just five months. How is it that after only five months could I be so lost, I wondered, searching the drawer. "How long are you going to be gone for?" I asked my mother, fighting the urge to call him. 

"Um, you know Allen. I'm sure it will end with dinner." 

I stopped shifting my clothes around, wondering how I was going to survive that long alone with my thoughts. "Well, if you finish early we can do something. You know, now that I don't have a boyfriend, I'm free." I tried to make light of the situation to hide my pain, but I was crying inside so hard I feared it would come out, spray like a broken sprinkler. 

She smiled hard, leaning against the frame of the door. "I would really love that." She left for her bedroom while I changed my clothes. 

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, pulling the skin under my eyes. "Ugh," I groaned, looking at the white of my eyes still red. I cried all night over Jonathan and yet I couldn't help but to wonder if he was thinking about me. "He's not thinking about you, Carmen," I scolded, yelling at my reflection. "He doesn't give a shit about you." I grabbed my tooth brush and tooth paste. "Stupid, stupid girl." I brushed my teeth angrily, taking all my frustrations out on my tooth brush and teeth, as if it were their fault Jonathan was a lying asshole. Ethan warned me. He warned me that Jonathan was full of shit, but I didn't believe him. I just brushed it off, thinking he was just upset because I dumped him. When I finished I just stared at my reflection again wondering what I could have done differently. "Forget it," I groaned, shutting off the bathroom light before going to the kitchen. 

The smell of coffee brewing sent my senses into overload. "Oh my friend," I said, walking to the coffee machine. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to sit down with my coffee drinking from my favorite mug and read my comic strips. 

"How do I look?" asked my mom, standing in the kitchen in a white dress and red shoes. 

I sat down at the table with my mug and the newspaper. "Um, you look amazing. You're meeting Allen dressed like that?" 

"What's wrong with it?" She looked down at the dress and smoothed out the sides with her hands, following the curve of her hips. 

"Nothing is wrong with it. But you look like you're going on a date, not meeting your agent." 

"Does it? Huh? Well, it's too late to change now." 

"Mom, are you trying to hook up with Allen?" 

She smiled, her cheeks turning red. "Not Allen. It's his new publicist, Juan. He's so nice and handsome." 

"Mom, why didn't you tell me?" She walked over to the coffee machine, trying hard not to look at me. "Sit, details." I kicked the chair out and she sat down, smiling from ear to ear. 

"No, it's not the right time." 

"No, I want to hear." If I couldn't have my happily ever after with Jonathan I at least wanted my mom to have hers. "So, he's cute?" I grinned, feeling more and more excited for her. 

"He is so nice. He just started and we've been working a lot together with the book signings and everything." She smiled, stirring sugar in the coffee. "Are you sure you're okay?" 

I faked a smile and nodded my head. "Of course, tell me more." 

"He is from Spain originally." 

"Ooh, Spain?" My mother was blushing. She was happy for the first time in a long time. "So, when are you going to ask him out?" 

She pushed the chair back, getting up to toast some bread. "No, I could never ask him out." 

"Why not? Is he married or something?" 

"No, his wife passed away before he came here. I think he mentioned she had cancer." She popped the bread in the toaster. "So, sad," she whispered. But I could tell by the change in her voice that she wasn't talking about her love interest. I could tell by the way she stared at the chrome toaster that she was thinking about dad. 

"I'm sorry, Mom," I whispered, lowering my mug. 

"What are you sorry about?" She pushed the lever to toast the bread and brushed her short brown hair back with her fingers. 

I let out a hard sigh and looked at her. "I'm sorry for everything I've done. I'm sorry for lying when sneaking out to see Jonathan. I'm sorry for thinking you wanted to control me and treat me like a kid." I held my mug when I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. "And I'm sorry about daddy." 

I could see her eyes fill with tears when she turned to look at me. "I know you blame yourself for the accident. I'm sorry I didn't provide more comfort to you. I just...," she paused as she allowed herself to cry, "miss him so much," she sobbed. 

"I do too. I try to remember him, remember anything other than how he looked at the funeral. But I can't." 

"Oh, honey," she cried, walking around the table to me. We wrapped our arms around each other tight and held each other while crying hard. 

"Ask him out." She stepped back and looked at me. "You deserve to be happy, Mom. It's been long enough," I added, taking her hand in mine. She nodded her head and wiped the tears under my eyes before wiping away her own. 

"You do too, baby girl," she whispered, brushing my curls in between her fingers. "I know it hurts now, but you'll find someone else, someone better." I looked at the table, still feeling her fingers through my hair, remembering Darrel said the same thing last night. "He'll realize what he let go and he'll be the one sitting with regret, not you." 

I knew she was trying to help. I knew Darrel was trying to help and I had to forget about Jonathan no matter what it took. "I know, thanks." 

She stroked my hair and smiled. "I have to leave. I have something to do before meeting Allen. Are you going to be okay by yourself?" 

"I'll be fine. I've got Garfield to keep me company." I smiled at the open newspaper and up at her. 

"Okay, call me if anything." She kissed the top of my head and grabbed her bread from the toaster. "Here," she grinned, handing me the lightly browned pieces before heading out the front door. 

* * * * 

After trying almost two hours to get anything more than three sentences on my notepad I thought a drive would help calm my nerves. I drove with the top down as the wind blew in my hair. It was the best I felt all weekend, letting the sun beat down on me and the wind hit my face. This is what I need, I thought, feeling grateful for some kind of release, some escape from my own horrid existence. I didn't know where I was going; I just knew I wanted to get as far away as possible. Sitting behind the wheel felt strange to me since Jonathan did most of the driving. It felt strange but freeing in a way to finally be behind the wheel of my own car again. 

When stopping at a red light I closed my eyes and took in a long breath, taking in the warm air. I looked over my shoulder when hearing the blaring car horns behind me. Nothing is going to get me down, not anymore, I thought as I stepped on the gas pedal and continued my peaceful retreat. 

"What the fuck?!" I cursed, hearing a loud pop and the car began to shake violently as I pulled off to the side. I stepped out and walked around the car to see my front and rear tire were completely flat. "No fucking way," I shouted, getting the attention of people sitting outside a small café. I looked over my shoulder feeling embarrassed and angry. "I can't believe this," I said aloud, talking to myself as I squatted down to assist the damage. 

"Do you need any help?" asked a woman behind me. 

I turned to look at her sitting down with another woman. "I just need to get to a tire shop. God, I have no idea how I'm going to pay for this," I said, being reminded that I had my emergency credit card privileges taken away when using it to buy a new outfit. "Damn it," I groaned, realizing where I was. Out of all places to get a flat tire it had to be blocks away from Jonathan's dad shop. "Great," I mouthed, knowing that he would be there on a Sunday afternoon. 

"Do you want to call a tow truck?" asked the woman, looking at her cell phone before offering it. 

I smiled kindly and shook my head. "Thanks, but I got it." I put the soft convertible top up and reached in the passenger seat for my purse and cell phone before making the dreadful walk to Mr. Atkins's shop. On the way I played out in my head what I would do when I saw Jonathan. "Ugh, out of all the fucking places to get a flat," I groaned, looking through my purse for a stick of gum to distract me from my racing thoughts. Just go in there tell them what happened and get out as quick as you can, I thought, nodding my head at how easy the plan was. I let out a deep sigh and wiped the small beads of sweat off my forehead before pulling the glass door open. 

"Carmen," grinned Mr. Atkins, Jonathan's father, standing at the front counter. 

I slowly pulled the door close behind me relieved that Jonathan wasn't the first person I saw. "Hi, Mr. Atkins," I whispered, lowering my head. 

"Jonathan isn't here. He's at lunch," he said as I approached the counter. 

Oh thank, God, I thought, setting my cell phone on the counter top. Obviously Jonathan failed to mention to his father that he broke my heart, ripped it in two. "I didn't come here to see Jonathan." 

"Oh? What can I help you with?" 

I looked up making eye contact with the man that was an older version of Jonathan and Darrel. His eyes were light and his hair was starting to grey a little in the front. If I were to guess I would say he was in his late sixties. But as Darrel reminded me, I wasn't a good guesser at people's age. "My car...," I whispered, "has two flat tires," I continued, brushing my hair back. 

"Oh, that's a shame. Where is it?" he asked, looking behind me at the parking lot. 

"Three blocks down," I answered, nervously tapping my fingertips against the counter. 

He looked at his computer and smiled. "That's a shame you had to walk all the way over here. We'll get that taken care of for you," he grinned. He was always really nice to me, making it obvious that Jonathan didn't take after him in that aspect. "Jonathan should be back soon, but in the meantime I'll get someone to tow your car. 

"I would appreciate it if Jonathan didn't know I was here," I whispered, looking at the dark screen of my cell phone. 

"Is everything okay?" he asked, putting his hands on the counter top. 

I faked a smile and nodded my head. "Everything is perfect," I replied, shaking the back of my foot side to side. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he knew I was lying. "It is okay, Mr. Atkins, I just need to get back home." 

"Okay, Carmen, I'll go myself to get your car. You can have a seat in the waiting area." He bent down behind the counter and set the television remote in front of me. "You can change the channel if you want. Shh, it's our little secret," he grinned. 

"Thank you so much, Mr. Atkins. Oh, I don't have any money on me right now. Can my mom pay you for the tires later?" 

He smiled and grabbed the keys off the hook on the wall behind him. "Don't worry about it, Carmen." He gently touched my hand before going out the service doors. 

I smiled and slowly walked to the back area where the thirty inched flat screen television was mounted against the wall. I looked at the row of vending machines wishing I had some change for a snack. "Damn," I whispered after finding nothing but pennies in the bottom of my purse. I was so hungry even the bag of peanuts looked like a feast. "Oh well," I groaned when the back door opened, making my heart jump out of my chest. 

"Carmen?" asked Darrel, slowly shutting the door, wearing a dark blue uniform with his name embroidered in red stitching. 

"I didn't know you worked here too," I said, shocked and impressed. 

He smiled and brushed his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, I help out once in a while. What are you doing here?" His questioned expression turned into a happy one. 

"I got two flats." 

"Okay, I thought you were looking for Jonathan." 

I shook my head with certainty. "No. Jonathan is the last person I want to see, but I didn't have much of a choice." 

"Well, it's a good thing you were in the area," he said, smiling. But knowing that Jonathan was bound to be back any second made me quickly think the opposite. 

"Is it getting taken care of?" He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, smiling harder than before. God, he was so cute. I couldn't believe that someone so cute and nice was brothers with my ex. God, my ex. That was the first time I called him that. "Are you okay?" he asked, pushing off the wall and slowly walked toward me as I sat down. "Jonathan?" he whispered, looking down at me. 

"Yeah," I replied in a soft whisper. 

"You're still upset about it?" 

Still upset about it? It was only yesterday, not even a full twenty-four hours since having my heart broken, crushed, and ripped into pieces. "I'm trying, but it's not as easy as I thought it would be to get over. It seems like every breathing second it was me and Jonathan. And now...," I paused, letting out a deep breath, "now it's just me and he is just Jonathan." 

He sat down in the chair next to me. "You know what you need?" 

"What?" I asked, looking at him. 

"I know what to do," he grinned, taking my hand and helped me up. "I'm going to take you to the carnival." 

"The carnival?" 

"Yeah, today is the last day. I think you could use something to take your mind off of him." 

I stopped walking as we approached the front entrance. "But don't you have to work?" 

"Don't worry about that." He looked at his uniform and looked back at the bathroom door in the lounge area. "Give me a sec," he said, walking towards the door. 

I stood at the counter while he changed his clothes. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to get my homework done. I tried, but all I could think about was...," I paused not wanting to say his name, but I was definitely thinking it. 

"Don't worry about that. You'll get it done," he called out sounding more confident than I was about it. I glanced in the direction of the bathroom seeing the door was left open enough to see him in the mirror. My heart pounded against my chest and my mouth watered when seeing his bare chest. I wished the mirror was longer so I could see everything before he pulled down a white shirt. I could see him bending forward, putting one leg then another into a pair of jeans. "Okay, I'm ready. Have you seen my dad?" he asked, folding the uniform as he walked toward me. 

"He went to tow my car here." 

"How did you get here?" 

I looked down at my sandals and then up at him. "I walked," I answered, remembering just how hot the sun was on the way. 

"Man, it sounds like you've had a hard day. You definitely need this," he grinned, sticking his uniform behind the counter. He opened the door to the service garage, poking his head inside. "Tell my dad I'll be back in a few hours." He closed the door and looked at me, smiling. "Ready?" 

"Sure," I whispered, following behind him. We walked to the back of the garage where his car was parked. "I don't have any money," I whispered as he opened the car door for me. 

"I'm treating you, you don't have to worry about money," he grinned as I sat inside. It felt weird being in his car twice in one week. Before last night I've never been in Darrel's car. I smiled when thinking about Tammy and how her head would spin if she saw me sitting in Mr. Atkins's car. 




Their Forbidden Love Ch. 04



All night I tossed and turned thinking about what Jonathan said. He missed me, I thought, running my fingers through my hair, struggling to hear Mr. Atkins. I was so confused about what to do. Should I just forget what happened Saturday night and go back to Jonathan? Should I listen to Darrel and stay away from him? Why was Darrel so upset when seeing me with Jonathan? "God, this sucks," I said under my breath, looking up at the ceiling while Darrel talked in the front of the class. I hadn't talked to him since he dropped me off at home from his father's garage. 

He glanced at me before turning to face the chalkboard, erasing the notes he wrote for his lecture. "How is it going?" he asked, looking at me over his shoulder. 

I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my notebook. I wrote nothing in the past twenty minutes. He offered to help me with my work, but I had so much on my mind I couldn't focus. "It's not," I replied and he walked towards me, rubbing the chalk residue from his hands. 

"This isn't like you," he whispered, leaning against the back of the chair in front of me. 

"I just have so much on my mind right now." I hid my face in my hands. "I have no idea what I'm doing," I said muffled into my hand. 

"How did you sleep?" asked Mr. Atkins, sliding into the empty desk next to me. 

"I didn't," I sighed, brushing my hair behind my ear. 

"I heard you were arguing in the hall." 

I nodded, still feeling embarrassed about that as if it wasn't bad enough that my heart was broken, but everyone in school knew about it. "I just don't get why he can't just leave me alone. He told me the truth, but there he is begging me to hear him out." 

"He's an idiot." 

"Did your dad give you a hard time about what happened?" 

He smiled slightly and shook his head. "No, my dad is all talk." 

I looked at him, blindly drawing circles in my notebook. "I felt horrible about what happened. Maybe taking me to the carnival wasn't such a good idea." 

He turned as much as he could in the tight spaced desk to face me. "Did you have fun?" I nodded, smiling when remembering how nice it was. "Then don't worry about what happened after. I wanted to take you and I had a good time. My dad or Jonathan could never make me regret putting a smile on your face." 

God, he was amazing. Why did he have to be older than me? Why did he have to be my teacher? Why did he have to be Jonathan's brother? "Why are you so nice to me?" 

"I just hate how the wrong guy gets the girl and treats them like shit." He lowered his head and his eyes rolled up to me. "You deserve better than that. What he did to you was wrong." I gave him a little smile. It was obvious he was nothing like his brother. "And I told him after hurting you the way he did, he had no right to make decisions for you anymore." 

"Thank you, Mr. Atkins. You've done so much for me and I know it can't be easy with him being your brother." 

"For you, it comes easier than you think." I looked down at his hand on top of mine. His hand was so gentle and warm. "I want you to know I'm here if you ever need anything." 

"Thank you." All I could do was look at him. I knew I should have left, but I didn't want to. "Mr. Atkins...?" 

"Yes?" 

I knew I was walking on forbidden grounds with the question I wanted to ask, but I took a chance anyway. "Did you really mean what you said in the car? You know, about me being beautiful?" I swear I could see sweat build along his forehead almost instantly. 

"We shouldn't talk about this, Carmen." Hearing him say my first name was even sexier at school. 

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I asked." I rubbed the back of my neck, squeezing the skin tight. 

"I wouldn't say anything I didn't mean, not to you." 

I felt like I couldn't breathe. He just stared at me, caressing the top of my hand with his thumb. Just like at the carnival and when he dropped me off, I wanted to kiss him. Being there alone with him with his hand on mine, and his eyes bright as he looked at me made me want to feel his lips against mine. He let out a hard sigh before taking his hand off mine. 

"God, this is wrong," he whispered, running his fingers through his hair. "The only thing I could think about after dropping you off was you." I could have sworn my heart stopped. "Man," he breathed, gripping the front edge of the desk. "You have no idea how being with you, making you smile has changed me." 

"What do you mean?" 

He looked up at the ceiling, rubbing his thumbs against the wood of the desk. "Seeing how upset you were about Jonathan pained me. At first my intentions for taking you to the carnival was to make you feel better. But when we got there and I was feeding you my funnel cake, won you the bear, and held you on the Ferris wheel...I..." He paused, looking straight ahead. "I couldn't stop wishing our time together was more than just me trying to make you feel better." 

"Why?" 

"Fuck," he whispered, rubbing his hands along his face. "This shouldn't be happening." 

I looked at him as he struggled to sit still, shaking his leg under the desk up and down fast. "Is that why you were mad when I went to talk to Jonathan?" He looked at me and nodded his head. "Is that why you..." I paused trying to find the right way to ask, "were staring at me when you caught us in the bathroom?" I continued, holding my breath as I waited for him to answer. 

He stood and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fuck," he breathed, shaking his head. 

I lowered my head, listening to the sound of his shoes as he paced back and forth. "When we were on the Ferris wheel and you held me when I was cold, made me want to-" 

"Don't say it, please," he said, cutting me off. He looked down at me, shaking his head. "Damn it, Carmen," he whispered, squatting down in front of me. "I know what you're thinking and no matter how much I... Nothing could ever come from this." 

"I bet you wish you could take back not regretting making me smile." 

He held my hand and looked in my eyes as they started to water a little. "No, no I don't." He let go of my hand and lowered his head. "Miss. Lawson...I..." There it was again, my last name, his way of dismissing everything. "Let's just do your chapter." He sat back down in the chair next to me. 

What? How could he expect me to act like nothing happened? How could he ask me that after telling me how he felt-well, almost telling me? "So, that's it?" I asked, hearing the change in my voice as he looked at me. "I've had a crush on you for months and you tell me you like me too and expect things to be like before? You're kidding, right?" 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." He rubbed his forehead. "You're a very beautiful young woman," he breathed. "And being that I'm your teacher and you're my student, it would be wrong to imply that the admiration I have toward you is anything more than just that." I had no idea what he was talking about. All I knew was that he had admitted that he felt the same way for me as I did for him. "But I can't deny that I do find you attractive," he whispered. "I have since the second you stepped foot in my classroom. It's like I was looking at an angel." 

Oh my god, he knew exactly what to say. I felt like my heart was fluttering and I couldn't see straight. "Why didn't you say anything?" 

"How could I? You're my student, Carmen. There is no way that anything could happen between us." 

"Oh," I sighed, lowering my head. 

"When you started dating my brother, I thought I could just ignore how I felt about you. And for a while I did. It wasn't until seeing you walking that night that I realized what I was feeling was more than a physical attraction." 

I couldn't believe I was hearing what I was hearing. My sexy teacher that I've crushed on for months, fantasized about, had feelings for me. "I feel the same way about you." Saying the words aloud, confessing them to him, was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Just knowing he had the same thoughts as I did made me squirm against the chair. 

"God, Carmen," he breathed, gripping the edge of the desk tighter than before. 

"Well, now I'm not with your brother." 

He shook his head. "I know, but that doesn't change anything. Nothing could happen beyond this conversation." 

"So we're supposed to just pretend?" 

He took my notebook and looked at what I scribbled on the sheet. "What do you want your story to be about?" 

Yup, I thought. I couldn't believe that after wanting him, being confused about my feelings for him and Jonathan I had to forget everything. "I'm going to write a story about a girl who wants to be with her teacher, but he wants to pretend he doesn't feel the same way for her." 

He sighed, lowering his head, dropping my notebook on the desk top. "Carmen," he breathed. He turned his head to look at me, pinching his lips together. "You have no idea how hard this is for me." 

"It doesn't have to be hard." 

"I could lose my job, Carmen. If anything were to happen between us I would lose my job." 

It wasn't that he didn't want anything to happen between us. It wasn't that he was worried about hurting Jonathan. He didn't want to lose his job, his career, his purpose. "I'm sorry," I breathed, feeling the pain of having my heart broken twice in one week. 

"Maybe it would be better if we do this some other day," he advised, closing my notebook before sliding it along my desk. 

"I will stop, I promise." Although I wanted to feel his lips against mine, to feel his arms take me in, I rather pretend that nothing happened than to lose the little of him I had. 

"I want to hold you...kiss you, but we can't. You understand, right?" 

"I understand, but I don't like it." 

He lowered his head and sighed. "I know. I don't either." 

"Okay, let's get this done," I groaned, opening my notebook. 

* * * * 

We were quiet on the way to his car. If I would have known the day would have ended like that, I would have had my mom pick me up. "Not again," I huffed when seeing Jonathan in the parking lot. 

"I knew I would find you two together," Jonathan growled, tossing the burnt cigarette in a puddle. 

Darrel gently held my wrist, holding me back. "He was just helping me with my work," I explained, becoming upset over his inability to leave me alone. "What are you doing here? There's no one around for you to embarrass me in front of," I said, crossing my arms, looking at the empty parking lot. 

"Go away, Darrel," Jonathan ordered, lowering his head, watching the splashes of water as he kicked his foot. 

"He doesn't have to go anywhere. And I don't have anything to talk to you about." I took Darrel's hand and walked to his car. "Darrel is taking me home and I don't want you following us. Just leave me alone, Jonathan," I cried, wiping the tears under my eyes. 

"I'll take you home." Jonathan slowly walked toward us. 

I looked at him, shaking my head. "How could you think after what you did to me, after you embarrassed me in front of the entire school, I would want to go anywhere with you?" 

"Carmen, please," he whispered, taking my hand, leading me away from Darrel. I knew Darrel was pissed, wanted to get me as far away from Jonathan as possible. "I'm sorry for earlier," he whispered, holding my hand, caressing it softly like he used to. "Seeing you talking to Ethan after what he did just set me off." 

I pulled my hand away. "What do you mean after what he did?" I shouted, closing my fists tight. "That's your problem. Instead of pointing fingers at yourself, you want to blame other people." I relaxed my hands and looked at him. "I just need space, Jonathan. After everything you've done, all we've been through, that's the least you can do." 

He pinched his lips together after licking them. "Okay, space," he whispered, stepping back. He looked at Darrel and I could see his jaw working. "I'll give you your space," he said to me, but he was still looking at Darrel. 

I went with Darrel to his car and sighed, fighting the urge to look back at Jonathan. I sat in the car and put my book bag on the floor in between my feet when Darrel handed it to me. "Are you okay?" he asked, sitting in his seat. 

I nodded my head, pinching my lips tight, biting them together. He pulled out of the parking space and my eyes looked up to see Jonathan sitting on the trunk of his car staring at the car as we slowly drove away. "No," I cried, holding my stomach as I cried uncontrollably. 

"Shit," he breathed, turning the corner and pulled over. "Carmen," he whispered, rubbing my back. I looked down, watching the tear drop to my shoes. "I hate that he's doing this to you." He held me, squeezing me tight as I cried against his chest. 

"I don't know what I'm doing. Everything was so simple three days ago. I was madly in love with him and I thought he felt the same about me." I wiped the tears under my eyes when he kissed the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair. "Maybe I should just get back together with him. Maybe it won't hurt anymore." 

He let go of me and looked at me. "You can't do that." 

"Why not?" I breathed, seeing Jonathan's face when I closed my eyes as if I stared into the sun. 

"Because he doesn't deserve you," he answered, caressing my cheek with his thumb. He stared at me, breathing hard before kissing me. He pressed his lips hard against mine, taking my breath away. I breathed hard through my nose as I kissed him back. "You can't get back together with him, because I want you," he whispered, staring into my watery eyes. 

"But what about what you said about losing your job?" Stupid, I thought, hating myself for asking him that, for reminding him what was standing in our way. 

He ran his fingers through my hair and held the back of my head to kiss me again. Oh, god how I've dreamt about that moment, wanted it more than anything before going out with Jonathan. "I don't want to regret not showing you how amazing you are." He smiled and held my hand as he pulled back into the street. I couldn't stop smiling, couldn't forget the feel of his lips against mine. 

After our kiss all I wanted to do was be with him. He was trying to make me forget about Jonathan and there was no doubt it worked. "I don't want to go home," I whispered, rubbing his forearm as he drove in the direction of my house. 

"Where do you want to go?" he asked, looking in between me and the road. I took his hand and put it in between my thighs. It felt like I was dreaming, there was no way what happened was real. He let out a hard breath and squeezed my inner thigh, making me whimper from the pressure of his grip. 

"God, I want you, Darrel." 

He looked up at the street sign before making a right turn down an abandoned shopping center. He parked the car and turned off the ignition before grabbing me by my waist, twisting his body to face me, kissing me hard. "God," he breathed, resting his forehead against the curve of my neck. 

"You can't have any regrets now," I whispered, slouching against the seat, gripping his hair in between my fingers. 

He pushed his seat back and pulled me into his lap. "No, no regrets," he whispered, holding my hips before kissing me. I was in heaven. I thought there was nothing better than Jonathan, nothing that could make me feel so amazing. The way I felt in his arms, his lips felt against mine, I knew I was wrong. 

I broke our kiss and looked down at him. "Don't make me wait," I begged, lifting up my skirt over my hips. I wanted him, needed him. I closed my eyes tight when he slowly lifted my shirt, exposing my bra. He looked over me, exploring every inch before kissing the lace fabric of my bra. "Oh my god," I moaned, throwing my head back when he pulled down my bra and took my entire nipple in his mouth. I bit my bottom lip and looked down at him as my nipple disappeared in between his lips. His eyes met mine as he sucked on it, lapping his tongue against my flesh. "God, don't stop," I breathed, slowly rocking my hips, getting a grunt from him as response. "I want your cock inside me." The words sparked an instant reaction. "Oh, yes," I purred when feeling his hand in between my legs, rubbing hard against my pussy, teasing me. "Please," I begged, rocking against his hand, wanting more, much more. "Let me fuck you, Darrel. Let me come so hard for you." 

"Fuck, Carmen," he huffed, squeezing my breast hard, holding it against his cheek. My panties were so wet against my flesh I couldn't stand it. The pain of wanting him so much made it harder to think straight, to plan my course of action. I knew I wanted him. I pulled at the zipper of his slacks, feeling his cock hard as I pulled and tugged at the crotch of his pants. I bit my bottom lip as I sprung him free, watched his eyes clench tight as I worked my hand up and down, squeezing his shaft tight on my way up. "Oh god," he grunted, resting his head on the headrest. I leaned forward to kiss the curve of his neck while I continued milking him, stroking him until I was truly ready. He moaned and breathed hard, rocking against the back of the chair. 

"Oh, yes," I moaned when rubbing his cock against the fabric of my panties, feeling his head stretch the material as it fought its way inside. I moved my panties to the side. "Oh god," I moaned when slowly sliding onto his cock. It was more than I imagined as he filled me. 

"Oh my god," he groaned, closing his eyes tight, gripping the steering wheel tight. "Oh my god," he repeated. I bit my lip to keep my screams from drowning out the sounds of my wet pussy swallowing his cock. I grabbed the back of his head, rocking slow and long circles against his lap. "You feel so... God, so fucking amazing," he breathed, grabbing my hips, pulling me harder against him. 

"Oh, shit," I breathed, resting my forehead against his when feeling my orgasm hit me like a tornado. "Oh yes, Darrel, yes," I cried, holding my body still against his as my orgasm came in waves. By that point my ears were ringing so loud I couldn't hear a thing. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me, holding my lower back as his hips thrust up to meet me, fucking me while I tried to catch my breath. 

"Carmen," he breathed into my chest, holding me tighter, breathing hard as he continued rocking against the leather seat. He leaned me back against the steering wheel before sucking at my breast. Being with him, feeling him deep inside made me want to come again and again. "Fuck, baby," he grunted through a locked jaw, squeezing my hips tight, lifting me up and down. His hand disappeared for a second between the door and his seat. "Oh, yes," he breathed when the seat reclined back, making it easier for me to ride him and I did. I rolled my hips hard, feeling his cock deeper each time. "Come again for me, baby," he huffed, closing his eyes, squeezing my breasts. I bit my bottom lip as I laid on top of him, moving my hips up and down. "Oh god," he grunted, holding me hard against him. He looked in my eyes before kissing me hard, holding the back of my head. 

"Oh, god," I moaned, rocking faster and harder against him, hitting the steering wheel with my ass, coming again. "Oh, Darrel," I breathed, gripping his hair in between my fingers. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head back and kissed my neck. His breath was hot and fast. I knew he was close and I wanted to feel every bit of him. "Yes," I whimpered, clenching hard around his cock. "Come for me. I want it all." The words were enough as he held my hips down, raised his to meet me. He buckled and tensed his body, shooting waves of cum inside me. Just feeling it made me come again. "Oh god," I breathed, collapsing on top of him. We were both out of breath, hot from the windows sealing in our hard breathing, but we didn't care. We just stayed that way, holding each other. "I don't want this moment to end. I want to stay like this forever," I confessed as he caressed my bare back.