Chapter Two

Jasmine



“Jasmine!” I hear John call to me from the doorway of the math lab as I stand talking to Conner, our star quarterback. And as usual, I ignore him. I knew he wouldn’t like Conner standing so close or me continuing to talk to him, but I don’t care. I’m getting a rise out of him, and that was what mattered. After all, I do like getting him riled.

Normally I would call him Uncle John, but here at school, he explicitly forbids it. And to be honest, he’s not really my uncle, he’s an old friend of my Dad’s and one of my teachers. He’s also a total pain in the ass when he wants to be.

Like now.

Glancing down the hallway I sigh, ass or not he’s still the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Hell, all the females in the student body have a crush on the man, me included. And no matter how hard I try; I just can’t keep myself from ogling him.

Just like every other female.

But I won’t be able to for much longer. It’s the end of the school year and I’m a senior. That means I’ll be free in two more days. Free from classes, free from homework, and finally free from having to see him every day.

I smile as I look back at Conner and roll my eyes. “Having Uncle John as my teacher really sucks.”

“You know you can just ignore him and walk out the door now, don’t you? You’re eighteen, he can’t tell you what to do.” Conner gives me a smirk, “I’ll even give you a ride home instead. I promise you’ll enjoy it more.”

I doubt that.

The thought zings through my mind as I look up into Conner’s light green eyes. He’s good-looking with his lazy smile and muscled athletic body but he does absolutely nothing for me.

He’s just pretty.

He has no substance. No original thoughts. No ambition outside of football. He’s just nice to look at.

I sigh, annoyed. Sadly, I’d rather ride home with John. A man twenty years my senior and one that would never look at me twice.

And, if I’m honest, sitting in a car with John every day for the twenty-minute ride home is both the best part of my day and the worst. The best because I can close my eyes and breathe in his cologne as I fantasize about him, the worst because I know I’d never do anything about the fantasies I have.

I force a laugh, “And then I’ll have to deal with my Dad on top of him. No thanks!”

Conner leans in a little closer, “How about going to Jason’s with me tonight? I heard everyone’s going to be there.”

“Jasmine,” John calls to me again, his voice laced with annoyance that I haven’t already come running. But that was the way John was, he snapped his fingers, and he expected you to jump.

“Maybe.” I glance over at John, then back to Conner, “I’ll text you.”

Spinning away from Conner I hurry toward John and the math lab.

“I’m here, I’m here. No need to get yourself into a snit.” I smile at him, enjoying his tense expression.

Yep, score one for me. He’s pissed.

He looks behind me at Conner and narrows his eyes causing me to frown.

Geez, not again.

This man has scared off every guy who’s ever wanted to date me. And not just the ones here at school. Any time I catch the eye of someone, John strolls in and puts the fear of God into them. I’m not sure exactly what he says to them, but I know after a short conversation they run in the other direction, never to be heard from again.

“Isn’t he on probation for fighting?”

I shrug and bite my lip. I know he is but saying so would just give John more of a reason to be protective. It wasn’t any big deal, just two jocks blowing off steam, but John wouldn’t see it that way.

“It’s not like I plan on having his babies.” I smirk at John, “Not just yet anyway.”

“We’ll talk about this on the ride home.” John says, scowling down at me, “Get in your seat, now.”

My lips twitch as I hold back my grin and slide past him.

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The car ride home is silent until my phone goes off with a text from Conner.

Conner – Come out tonight. It’s going to be a wild party; Jason’s parents are in Florida.

Me—I don’t know if I can get out of the family dinner. John will be there.

Conner—So sneak out after. I’ll pick you up on the corner.

I bite my lip as I think about it. Sneak out? It wasn’t something I hadn’t done before but it was harder when John was there. The man watched every move I made. And if he caught me sneaking out, there would be hell to pay.

Me—I don’t think that would be a good idea.

Conner—I have something for you if you do.

Before I have a chance to respond, my text scroll fills with a picture of his dick. At least I’m hoping it’s his. And before I have a chance to really look at the picture, my phone is snatched from my hands.

“Hey!” My face floods with heat as John glances from my phone to my face. His eyebrow quirks up as a frown pulls at his lips.

“What party is he talking about?” He pauses for a second thinking, then his gaze meets mine, “Jason Stillman? No way in hell you’re going to a party at that kid’s house. And why the hell is this dipshit sending you dick pics?”

I arch a brow and keep my voice calm, “First of all, in case you didn’t notice, I’m eighteen now. I can go anywhere I choose. With or without your permission. Secondly, maybe the dick pic is an incentive to get me to go.” God, could this conversation get any more awkward? My face is on fire, but I refuse to back down.

John snorts in disbelief as he looks down at the phone again, “That tiny dick is an incentive?”

I glance at the image taking up the screen again. To me, it looked pretty big. “It doesn’t look tiny,” I mutter, not sounding at all sure.

He chuckles, “Sweetheart, if his hand were closed you wouldn’t be able to see any part of it.”

I roll my eyes, “Most men aren’t porn stars, John. Most penises in the US are only five inches.” My pulse picks up as my gaze drifts to his crotch and I can’t help but wonder how big he is. Would he top the average?

He glances back at me, and I feel a shiver run over my skin at the slight tilt of his lips. “Good thing I’m not average then.”

I can’t help but snort at his cockiness, “Sure you aren’t.” At his confident chuckle, I turn back toward him and look pointedly at his crotch, “Show me then.”

“Begging to see my cock, Jasmine? You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”

I shrug, “You’re the one talking about what a big boy you are.” My brow arches, “But you know what they say about braggarts. Those who brag don’t have.”

“And you know the size of an average male dick how exactly?” Ignoring my comment, he pulls into the driveway, and I pick up my bookbag from the floor. “Jasmine, just how many dicks have you seen?”

Looking up into his irritated face, I can’t help the smirk that lifts the corner of my lips. This was the most irate I had ever seen him, and I think I kind of liked it. Who knew that just the thought of me seeing a dick would make him so angry?

I shrug again, enjoying his annoyance, “That would be none of your business, John.”

Zero. I’d seen zero. If you didn’t count the online pictures, and I didn’t because some of those were freakishly large. I was sure a lot of those had to have been photo-shopped. But I wasn’t telling him that.

Turning off the car he grabbed my arm before I could jump out the door, “How many, Jasmine?” His voice was rough, almost angry.

“Why do you care? It’s not like it’s that big of a deal in this day and age.” I threw open the door of the car and pulled away from him, but he was out his door and standing in front of me before I could take two steps toward the house.

“It’s a big deal to me.” His voice was angry, and his hands were drawn into fists.

“You’re not my father, John.” I remind him as I move around him and head toward the house.

Blowing out an annoyed breath I walk past my mother with a quick hello and head toward my bedroom at the back of the house.

“Hey, hun. Dinner will be ready around six.” She calls after me.

“Thanks, Mom!” I glance at her over my shoulder, but my eyes land on John as he walks in the door. “I’ve got some homework to catch up on.” I don’t, but she doesn’t know that.

“We aren’t done talking, Jasmine,” John said roughly, not even glancing at my mother.

I frown at him, “Yes, we are.”

My mother looks at us, her eyes moving between me and John, “Go with her, John. There’s plenty of time for you to finish your talk and for her to finish her homework.”

His lips turn up slowly, “I think I’ll do just that, Karen. Call us when the food’s ready.”

I roll my eyes. My mother was all about peace in the house. If someone wanted to talk, you sat down with them and talked. Avoidance was not allowed. And John was the golden boy around here. My parents loved him and trusted him. He could do no wrong in their eyes.

“Whatever.” Knowing arguing about it would be futile I turned and headed to my room with John hot on my heels.

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