Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... sighed then, but gave her shoulder one more squeeze before he went back to his chair. "So... a week's suspension." He held out a very official-looking slip of paper, waving it under her downcast eyes.

Jillian finally looked up then and stared at him. Like every other time, she guessed she could see why most the girls in their K-12 academy had crushes on him; the thick, dark hair, the bronze eyes, the muscles, the chin... whatever. To her, though, he was just... Bash. He was the big guy behind that scuffed and dinged desk ever sinceforever. She could still remember laughing at one of his bad puns during orientation on her first day of school when she was six. The kaleidoscope of memories of sitting right in this spot more times than she could possibly count didn't include a single second of mooning after him like some flighty little girl. He was more than that. Better than that.

He was the light at the end of a dark tunnel that stretched for miles, and she couldn't deny it, no matter how guilty she felt. No matter how many times she tried to convince herself that he wasjust a guidance counsellor.

"A week's..." She just shook her head. "Bash, how the hell? I went fucking nuts!"

"Language." He snorted. "And you don't know what going nuts even looks like. Trust me." He tapped the cleft in his chin then. "Sorry, Jelly, but you're going to have to try harder to find an excuse why you can't go to any of those colleges you got accepted to." Bash gave a rolling, ...

... exaggerated shrug of his wide shoulders. "In fact, I'm thinking that maybe thereisn't one... and you'll just have to get an education and a future and all that."

Jillian glanced away guiltily.Shit, am I that obvious? After a second she sighed, then nearly grinned before she caught herself. No, no she wasn't. No one else seemed to catch on, just Bash. Just the man who'd never stopped holding her hand for the last twelve years. Of coursehe'd seen right through her.

That dumb smile came back again.

"We can't pay for it." Jillian shook her head. "It's easier if I give them an excuse."

Bash snorted. "Did you forget what year it is? No one can pay for college."

Jillian rolled her eyes. "Okay... but who wants to be in debt forever?"

Bash snorted. Again. He did that a lot. "Don't be a social art philosophy history major." He tapped a file on his desk that she knew was hers. "We both know you have options."

I don't want to leave you behind.

Nope. Not in a million years could Jillian say something so cringingly childish out loud. Instead, she settled for second place, which was its own kind of depressing. "My mom and dad... they kinda need me around. Kindareally need me around. Maybe they could... I dunno... talk to you?"

Weirdly, that did make Bash pause. His silence was so unusual that Jillian actually frowned in confusion, ready to say something. The counsellor took a deep breath then and shook his head. "Jelly, you can't worry about... about them. Their ...