Blue Butterflies

***Four***

Immediately on entering, I rushed towards my closet and rampaged through my clothing. “What are you doing?” Margo asked me clearly deep in thought. “Fetching something that isn’t as revealing as this,” I answered bluntly. I know that my brother had made a joke earlier, but it really didn’t seem like a bad idea at the moment. “I always say if you got it, show it. In any case, you never struck me as the kind who can be demanded,” she ended with a matter of fact kinda statement. “You’re right, I’m not one to be lumped up with that kind, but you need to understand the majority of the situation, Mr. Anderson our English educator is currently downstairs,” I responded. She laughed wholeheartedly at my reaction. “You know that you could just call him Misha outside of school?” I can practically hear how she rolled her eyes at me. I shot my head backwards, practically shifting my neck out of place to give her my full attention. “What? N-no, I couldn’t possibly. It would be a disgrace to say the least,” I blabbered out uncontrollably. She put an open palm towards her lips, trying to stifle a laugh, yet it erupted nonetheless. With a sigh, I fell into the beanbag that sat comfortably beside my open wardrobe. How can I be so out of character? This shouldn’t even be allowed. I need to get rid of all these cobwebs in my mind before they dirty up my thoughts! “Oh, you’re so into him, it’s written all over your face,” she said casually like it’s the most natural thing on Earth. A student-teacher fling, nothing wrong with saying that out loud; well, I bet to differ. “I am not! Mr. Anderson is just, you know, Mr. Anderson,” I said, trying my upmost best to sound cool and collective. Yeah sure, who am I trying to convince here? On the contrary, he’s extremely handsome, and he quite clearly takes my breath away. He’s a Greek God in modern times. It fits his appearance at best. “If you say so Ge, if you say so,” she replied sarcastically. I could just as well come clean, seeing how Margo had already caught wind. If she figured it out so easily, it’s just a matter of time before Simon catches on too. I’m attracted to Misha Anderson like a moth to an open flame and there’s really no doubt about it.

After long consideration, I decided to pull a short black spaghetti-strap dress over my swimwear. Thankfully, she hadn’t mentioned another word about my situation and neither had I come clean about liking her brother. I will keep it a secret for a while longer, not sure how it will unfold. Will I be able to contain myself around him? I fear that it’s the one question that I can’t answer in absolute honesty. I fear that I will gravitate towards him like a magnet to a fridge. We made our way towards the pool area to see that Margo’s brother along with my brothers and father were sitting around the grill, each with a beer in hand. Enjoying themselves perhaps a little too much. “You mind if I spend the night?” Margo whispered from my side. I nodded in response and she thanked me sweetly. I can’t really blame her; I wouldn’t want to get into a car where the driver had a few drinks in either. It doesn’t matter if the driver is fifty shades of hot. The only thing that matters in situations such as these are to reach your destination in one piece. If I could ditch this party altogether, and spent a quiet evening in the comfort of my own room watching movies alongside Margo, I wouldn’t think twice. Unfortunately, I feel obligated to be here. I must have taken my sweet time seeing how the table is prepped and decorated with a variety of food. Margo and I inched closer, took a plate each and dished out some food. I took some meat skewers, a chicken drumstick, potato salad, garlic and cheese bread and a grilled corn-on-a-cob. My mother had outdone herself with the side dishes, as always. We sat on the edge of the pool, feet in the water and food on our knees. A soft drink at my side. I decided on a cold Pepsi while Margo enjoyed the original flavor of a Fanta. Our plates look much alike, but she swapped the potato salad for coleslaw. Every so often I would stare from over my shoulder towards Misha only to find him already staring at me. He’s not even trying to be discreet. Apparently, it’s not just a saying: The more alcohol you consume, the braver you become. My father would be friendlier than usual because he too had his share of liquor. Marina sat down beside me as Margo and I finished emptying our plates. “You’re being extremely obvious and the way that he’s checking you out doesn’t help with the situation either.” I turned my attention towards her, eyes growing in size. “Ew, what the crap Geni? You should really consider getting a room before you undress our English Teacher with your eyes,” Simon exclaimed as he joined us. Before I could wrap my mind around his statement, Mr. High school Flirt pushed me into the swimming pool. This is definitely Simon’s way of telling me to cool down. Did he really need to draw so much attention? All the attention gravitated my way. Instead of just climbing out of the water, it turned into a little teasing game. I started swimming in the direction of the stairs at the shallow end, which seemed to be merely inches away from where Misha was sitting.

“Congratulations brainiac! We’ve been trying to be as discreet as possible and here you come along making everything a thousand times worse,” I heard Margo’s outburst, which seemed to attract even more unwanted attention. Seeing how the animal is out of the cage, I could just as well fall through with this little teasing game that I’m conducting. Seeing what I am about to do can only go one of two ways: bad or horrific.

I swam forward at a slow pace. Slowly, my passage is coming to an end, as I’m moving closer and closer into his direction. My eyes not once left his lustful ones. Everybody had noticed my odd behavior and this is me proving a point. A point which might along the line of time; bite me on the butt. At the shallow end of the pool, I stood up and walked closer to the edge of the stairs. Up the wet, slippery steps I went. My black dress clings to my figure in a seductive manner. My hair hangs wet and sleek against my back. Still, my eyes didn’t wither from those of my English teacher’s. He licked his lips shamelessly, which turned me on even more. I smiled at him as I still inched closer and closer some more… until, I was standing right in front of him. Everything had vanished from my line of sight; all that I could see was him. I leaned in closer and gently pushed my lips against his plump ones. A state of delight exploded within my core and now ecstasy’s on full display. I’m on a high where lust and desire walk hand in hand. Sucked into a cornucopian whirlpool.