Page 16 of What If We Break?
I quickly pulled out, trying to avoid any embarrassingmess on her skirt or the piano, then tugged my dick back into my underwear and pulled up my pants, zipping them up.
With a sheepish grin, I whispered, “We have to get the hell out of here before someone catches us.”
Brooke nodded, sitting up before sliding off the piano with my help. I helped her button up her bodysuit before she flattened out her skirt and double-checked that her bodysuit was in all the places it was supposed to be.
Her face scrunched up in disgust when my eyes laid on hers, and I could barely contain my laughter.
“Please tell me you brought your own car to get here,” she spoke, walking away to get her bag while I checked the piano for any stains that we might’ve left. “God, this is so disgusting.”
“Of course I brought my own car,” I chuckled. “Colin would kill me if his precious car was missing in the driveway.”
“Good, so it doesn’t matter if your cum ruins your seats.”
I shook my head at my girlfriend. “Oh, you’re so sitting on a towel.”
Pulling out a tissue, I wiped over the surface of the piano, knowing it did little to really clean anything, but it felt weird just leaving it without at least trying to clean it.
After making my way over to my girlfriend, I quickly pressed a kiss to her lips, then pulled the hair tie out of her hair to redo her bun as her current one was… far from perfection.
The second I finished her bun, the door to the classroom burst open. The person standing at the door must’ve been a teacher of some sort, at least judging by the stern look on her face.
“Oh, God,” Brooke whispered, clutching my hand in hers. When her eyes widened in horror, I knew we were fucked.
The teacher, a tall, angry-looking woman with a tightly pulled-back bun and a disapproving look on her face, looked through the room with a scowl before her eyes settled on Brooke. She kind of looked like what I imagined Brooke’s ballet teacher to look like.
“What are you doing in here?” the woman demanded.
“Uhm… Ma’am, we were just…” My heart was pounding inside of my chest as I tried to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t get Brooke in even more trouble. But I had no clue as to what a socially acceptable excuse would’ve been at a place like Juilliard.
In my mind, this school was like a military school—no room for mistakes. Maybe it wasn’t like that, but from what I heard from Brooke, it was.
My professors were chill. You could’ve told them that you were fucking a random student in their classroom and they would’ve shrugged and gone about their day. But this place seemed like the complete opposite of St. Trewery. In my mind anyway.
“I apologize, Ms. Dubois,” Brooke chimed in. “My… cousin just needed the keys to my house. He’s here for the week and nobody’s home.”
Ms. Dubois didn’t look impressed at all.
And Brooke calling me her cousin stung in places of my heart that I didn’t know I could feel.
Hercousin? Seriously?
“Oh, yeah?” Ms. Dubois sneered, her eyes now set on me. “So you’re not that boyfriend who stops Ms. King from reaching even a slightly okay-ish performance?”
My heart broke at the same time as rage poisoned my veins.
Brooke had been saying her teacher thought I was a distraction for a while, but I never knew how badly thatwoman thought of my girlfriend. That wasn’t healthy for Brooke, not in the slightest.
As much as I wanted to yell at Brooke’s teacher, I couldn’t for my girlfriend’s sake. She was going to have to live with the consequences of my actions, and I couldn’t do that to her.
So instead, I shook my head. “No, Ma’am. Just her cousin from Canada, wanting to get a good sleep.”
She hummed, then looked back at Brooke. “You’re not welcome in my class anymore. At least not for today. If giving your cousin a key is more important than class, it’s a clear sign of your disinterest, Ms. King. I do not need lazy dancers in my class.” That said, Ms. Dubois walked away and probably right back to her class.
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Isat down next to Colin, who was putting his daughter’s hair back up into a ponytail.
