Twisted Ivy

Chapter 2: SANCTION ROOM B-13

Room B-13 smelled like chalk, dust, and things you weren’t supposed to feel during school hours. More like high school detention. This school is so f****d up, nothing is normal here. Apparently, forgetting to sign the honor code is some sort of cardinal sin around here. But if I’m being honest and let’s not pretend I ever am.... I didn’t forget. I didn’t sign it because I know I’m definitely going to violate it. And the honor board? No thanks.

Leo, of course, was horrified. “Aria, you can’t... people watch everything here. You don’t want to be that girl.”

Too late, I’d thought.

And now here I was. Alone. In a room that looked like a horror movie set for academic masochists.

And him… Of course he was already here. Jasper Blackwell, leaning against the far wall like God took a cigarette break and sculpted him from sin just to ruin my self-control. His coat was gone. His sleeves rolled up. His tie loose like a threat. And his mouth.... smirking.

I stopped halfway through the doorway.

“You’re not the teacher,” I said, pretending I wasn’t clenching everything.

He tilted his head. “Good thing I’m not here to teach.”

Oh. So that’s how it’s going to be.

I stepped in. Let the door swing shut behind me. It clicked louder than necessary.

Jasper didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Just looked at me like I was already bent over the desk confessing my sins.

“You gonna report me?” I asked, half joking.

“No,” he said, voice like a dirty secret. “I’m gonna enjoy watching you squirm.”

Fuck.

I sat down. The chair creaked under me. I tried to cross my legs, but my body decided that’d be too obvious. So I stayed still. Pretended like I wasn’t sweating behind my knees.

Jasper didn’t come closer. Just stayed there, arms crossed, watching me like I was a puzzle he’d already solved. The silence stretched. Long. Hot. Suffocating. My skin tingled. My thighs ached. My lungs forgot what their job was.

“You like detention?” I asked. Anything to break it.

“I like control.”

My throat tightened.

“Do you always talk to girls like this?”

He smiled. “Only when they beg for it.”

I hated the way my stomach dropped. I hated the way my legs twitched. I hated the way my panties were already damp from a conversation.

This wasn’t flirting. This was warfare.

“You’re staring,” I said, because someone had to say it.

“I am.”

“That’s rude.”

“I’m not polite.”

I laughed, short and bitter. “You really want me to be scared of you, huh?”

He stepped off the wall. Finally. But only one step. Just enough to shift the energy. Just enough to own the room.

“No,” he said. “I want you curious.”

My breath caught.

Because I was.

So f*****g curious it hurt.

“What happens next?” I whispered, before I could stop myself.

He didn’t answer. Didn’t speak. Just looked me up and down like he already knew. Then... he turned around. Walked to the door. Opened it.

But right before stepping out, he glanced back over his shoulder, voice low and smug:

“Next time, don’t wear perfume if you want to pretend you’re not wet.”

And then he was gone.

Left me there alone, throbbing, humiliated, and one blink away from either screaming or moaning… possibly both.

I didn’t move for five whole minutes. And when I finally stood up, my legs weren’t steady.

They didn’t have to be.

Because I knew one thing... He didn’t touch me. But he still won.

He left me soaked and shaking in a f*****g classroom with nothing but his voice between my legs.

I stayed in the chair like an i***t. Back straight. Legs glued together. Breathing like I just ran a mile with my dignity dragging behind me. Spoiler: I hadn’t. And I had none left.

I reached for my bag with shaky hands. It slipped. Hit the floor. I didn’t bother picking it up right away. I just sat there, forehead against the desk, pretending I still had bones.

The air still smelled like him.

Or maybe I was losing it.

Maybe I’d gone insane and this was my villain origin story. Aria Hale, the girl who got off on proximity and became a cautionary tale in a uniform skirt.

I didn’t even realize I was pressing my thighs together until it started to hurt.

No touch. No kiss. Not a single fingertip.

But my body had decided it belonged to him anyway.

And I hated it.

I hated it so much I almost came again from just remembering the way he said “curious.”

When I stood, I felt the heat between my legs like shame. Like a mark only I could feel.

I walked out of the room slowly. Careful. Hoping no one would see what I already knew...

He hadn’t touched me.

But my panties were ruined.