Mr. Chemistry

19 • What's Next?

Mae Asha • November 5, 2018

As I sat in chemistry with my head against my desk, I found myself half asleep. I, literally, feel like death. This is what I get for staying up until three in the morning with Neri and Jackson.

"Hey," a familiar squeaky voice said.

Irritation washed over me.

Relax, Asha, I know you're tired, but don't flip s**t.

I slowly lifted my head and looked to the source: Mila. She has a blank face. "Are you okay? You look...tired," she said.

I lifted my eyebrows in annoyance. "Oh, well, I'm running on three hours of sleep, Barbie, how do you think I am?" I questioned.

Mila swallowed hard. "Can I sit here?" she asked.

I looked at the seat beside me -- Neri's seat.

She said she couldn't come today because she was too exhausted.

"What's wrong with your seat?" I asked, glancing back to her empty seat.

Class starts in about ten minutes, and Mila and I are the only ones in here, other than Jimin, of course. He's at his desk grading papers.

Mila nervously laughed. "I just wanted to talk to you," she said. "I'm sorry for being a major b***h the other day."

I motioned to the seat behind her. "Continue," I told her.

Mila sat down and she dropped her bag on the floor. "It was wrong of me to accuse you of sleeping with Mr. Park," she quietly said. "You're new, and Mr. Park is hard on new kids."

I glanced to Jimin for a moment, who is staring at a paper with his eyebrows lowered.

Obviously, he's listening, and, obviously, we can both tell that she's lying straight through her teeth.

I looked at Mila and a small smile formed on my lips. "It's cool," I said.

Mila smiled. "Friends?" she asked.

"Friends," I lied.

"Cool!" Mila giggled. "Here! Let me give you my number!" she said.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and unlocked it.

Obviously, it's a trick. She's gonna go through my contacts after she puts her number in my phone.

Joke's on you, b***h, I hardly have any friends.

It's a good thing I don't have Jimin's number yet. I should look into that later, though.

Mila handed me my phone back, then she handed me hers. I took a deep breath as I entered my number into her phone, which earned me another giggle.

Goddamn, girl, how are you this bubbly in the morning?

Mila looked at me and smiled sweetly, then she took her attention to her phone.

•••

After lunch, I found myself entering the hallway about five minutes before the actual class change. Jackson is with me.

"I see you made a new friend, Asha," Jackson said to me.

I rolled my eyes. "She's alright, I guess. She comes off a little too strong, but she's cool," I lied.

Jackson stared at me as we walked up the stairs. "You hated the b***h," Jackson said.

My eyes widened. "Language!" I giggled. "She's Barbie to you."

Jackson rolled his eyes as we reached the third floor. "You hated the Barbie," he corrected himself.

I sighed. "Just go to class, freak," I mumbled, then I turned down the hall. Jackson went the opposite direction.

My next class is near Mr. Park's room, it's my study hall period.

As I passed Jimin's room, he was already coming out. He gave me a weird look, then he turned and walked in the direction I'm walking.

He stopped at a door further down and he opened it, then he motioned for me to go in.

It's a supply closet, where the janitors keep the gross cleaning supplies that give me headaches.

I crossed the hall, then walked into the dimly lit room. "You do realize that kids call this the rape closet for a reason, right?" I asked. I turned to face him as he shut the door.

Instead of replying, Jimin pressed me against the wall and began kissing me.

One of Jimin's hands slipped under my shirt and rested on my bare side, and his other one is pressed hard against my arm.

It was so intense that I couldn't even breathe. Jimin's lips trailed off, to my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck.

A small whimper escaped my lips as he took a small part of my skin between his lips.

So, this is what it feels like to receive a hickey? Duly noted.

Wait, I can't get a hickey, my brother will flip s**t.

"J-Jimin," I breathlessly said. "No hickies."

Jimin gently bit my neck, then he placed more kisses on my neck.

"Too late," he whispered against my skin.

He pulled his head back and gently ran his fingers across the skin where he violated me.

"Why would you do that!?" I whisper-yelled, smacking him in his chest.

"I'm teaching you," Jimin responded.

"Yoongi will freak out," I told him.

"Don't let him see it," Jimin said. "Cover it with makeup."

"I don't wear makeup, freak!" I rested my forehead against his chest for a moment.

"I guess you're just going to have to be extra careful, then, Asha," Jimin said. "I'll see you in detention," he placed a kiss on the top of my head, then he walked out.

•••

The rest of school has been exhausting. Trying to hide a hickey is hard.

I stared at myself in the mirror in the restroom. I pulled my leather jacket away and looked at the purple mess on my neck.

God, how am I supposed to hide this?

I took a deep, angry breath, then I walked out and made my way to Jimin's classroom.

The door is open, and he's inside, at his desk, on his phone. "Close the door," Jimin told me without even looking up. I closed it, and the lock automatically clicked. "Come here, Asha," Jimin said.

I sighed and stopped at my desk. I dropped my book bag on my desk and slipped out of my leather jacket, which left me in a black and white tie-dye AC/DC shirt, and black skinny jeans.

I walked over to him just as he laid his phone down on his desk.

"Show me what I've taught you," he said, finally looking at me.

"This'll just be uncom-," I started to say.

"Lap, now," he told me, tapping his thigh.

I took a deep breath, then I did as he said.

I put my legs under the arm rests, and I stood directly above him for a moment.

Jimin placed one of his hands on my ass. "Down," he told me.

The feeling startled me, as no boy has ever touched my ass before.

Good thing this isn't a boy.

I lowered myself onto his lap. I shifted uncomfortably, until I felt something under me.

It's not hard, not yet, anyway, but it's there, and it's making me as red as I could be.

Obviously, Jimin knows that I'm feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

He gently tilted his head and scanned my face. "Continue," he told me.

I stared at him for a moment. "I'm getting to it," I responded.

"Drop the attitude," Jimin told me.

"Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?" I asked. Jimin blankly stared at me. "N-Not that I'm complaining," I nervously said.

His bossiness is actually hella attractive.

Wait, so does this mean that Jackson and Neri were right when they said I had a thing for dominant men?

I guess so.

I rested my hand on Jimin's bare neck, then I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips.

Jimin let me do everything, he put no effort in whatsoever, other than with his hands, of course.

This man is handsy.

I led the kiss, of course, so it was obviously both awkward and embarrassing for me.

As I pulled back, I gently bit his bottom lip, then I stared at his face, waiting for approval.

Jimin's tongue ran over his saliva covered lips as he stared at me. "Keep going," he told me.

Oh, and here's the part where I die.

I did as he said. I tried to copy what he did earlier, so I placed a kiss on his lips, then I placed a string of kisses from his cheek, to his jaw, then I used one of my hands to turn his head, which gave me a clear view of his very delicious looking neck.

I placed several kisses along his neck, then I slowly ran my tongue across his skin.

After that, I took a section of his skin in between my lips, and I applied pressure by sucking on it.

This is how you do it, right? I'm clueless.

Jimin took a deep breath. It must be right, because he's not protesting.

After a minute in that spot, I pulled my head back and started again, this time, under his jaw.

Once I finished, I pulled back and rested my hands on his shoulders.

Jimin's tongue ran over his bottom lip as he glanced behind me, then he looked at me.

"Good girl," he said.

I swallowed hard as I looked at the bright red marks on his neck.

"What's next?" I questioned.

A small smirk appeared on his lips. "Baby, you are so not ready for what's next," he breathlessly said.

One of his hands are resting on my lower back, and his other one is on my upper thigh.

"Can't you at least tell me?" I asked.

"I think you can use your imagination," Jimin said as he gave me a once over. His hands moved a bit as he bit his bottom lip. "Go on, I'll take you home."

•••

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S. C. Keener

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