by C. P. Watson
Her TOUCH
C.P. WATSON
Copyright © 2018 by C.P. Watson
All rights reserved. This book or any portion may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or people, who are living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Disclaimer: The material in this book contains sexual content and is advised for those over the age of 18.
CHAPTER ONE
My eyes scanned the room as the other students made their way inside of the classroom and took seats, unsubtly eyeing me since I was the new girl. I sighed tapping my led pencil against my textbook as I waited for the teacher to arrive. It was the second period of the day, but I did not have a class for the first period so I came later than most. I heard whispers and unwanted chatter around me, knowing their topic of choice was none other than myself. They knew that I was not from around there, but their parents knew my mother, who had moved away a long time ago. I was, of the same nature, like everyone else in that little town, though they judged me by my appearance.
The teacher then entered the class, her glasses hiding her eyes and most of her facial features. She did not look at me like the rest of them did, which I was pleased with.
I did not know what was so different about me compared to the rest of them, just because I seemed different, I was considered an outsider. I was never the cheerful or enthusiastic type. My aura made people know I was unlike them, it was not something I did on purpose, to portray myself at a higher standard, but that was just how I was.
“Good morning class.”
She said, her voice less optimistic than the rest, seemingly more down to earth.
The class said their greeting as well, myself included. She rested her handbag on top of her desk along with some folders.
“I am Miss Reese, I know we don’t do this, since most of you already know each other, but there is a new student, so please introduce yourselves.”
She said before smiling and scanning the classroom of students before her eyes landed on me.
I groaned, not in the mood to receive unwanted attention, I stared down at my textbook as someone spoke.
“I am Jeremiah Hennessy. I am the Captain of the Math Club.”
I rolled my eyes and lifted them to see him with his arms crossed over his chest as he stared right back at me.
“Shut up Jerry, who cares about you?”
The boy next to me spat. Jerry looked dumbfounded and his confidence immediately disappeared.
“Detention after school Cole, you know I do not tolerate such behaviour in my class.”
The boy groaned and crossed his arms over his chest. The introductions continued, making my mind get more and more lost in thought. When I felt a tap on my shoulder, I almost poked the teacher with my pencil as a reflex, luckily I came to my senses just in time.
“You seem disinterested.” She frowned standing over me. I looked down at my desk and rolled my eyes. “So aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” She asked as she walked away from me. I lifted my eyes from the desk to see that she walked back towards the front of the class.
“Kylie Blanckaert,” I said looking at her straight in the eye as she turned to face me.
“Say something that defines who you are.”
“Lesbian,” I said nonchalantly, making her bite down on her bottom lip. She flashed me a smile, her pink lips trying to cover up her discomfort.
“Moving on…” she trailed off as another student stood and introduced herself. The class was a bit tense after that, and I received even weirder looks than before.
I looked down at my textbook and opened it, effortlessly using my pencil to draw an abstract object. I was quite artistic but I had no energy to be at that moment.
Soon the class was over. I had zoned out for most of it since it was only introductions and as I placed my stuff inside of my satchel, a yawn escaped my lips. I had nothing else to do for the rest of the day since Literature was the only subject I had for the rest of my senior year, which was the class I was currently walking out of.
I excelled in my other subjects, but Literature was my only downfall. Being the smart person I was, I completed my other subjects in Junior year, some being finished even in my Sophomore year of high school.
As I stretched my back muscles and was about to exit the class, I felt that same tap on the shoulder. I turned already knowing who it was and crossed my arms over my chest. She just looked at me, which made me arch my brow. ‘What did she want?’
“Can we talk for a moment?” She asked as she looked away from me and took her seat behind her desk. I nodded as she gestured for me to use the desk directly opposite to hers. I did as expected, with a heavy mind and a questioning glare.
“So what would you like to talk about?” I asked disinterested, all I wanted to do was plop down on my bed and get some shut-eye before I went for a needed run later that day.
“The principal told me about you…” she said making me cut her off.
“Obviously, this town has not seen a new face in a long time,” I said as I allowed my satchel to slip off of my shoulder blade and fall onto the floor.
“Yes, I have seen you around, since the town is so small.” I nodded as if it was new information to me.
“Expected someone more exciting I see,” I mumbled knowing that everyone knew about me; who I was, where I lived, nothing too personal, but the basics.
“Not at all, but anyway, let us get back to what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Then go ahead,” I said as I unbuttoned my jacket and took it off, the humidity became too unbearable in the classroom. I stuffed it into my satchel before looking back up at her.
“I know you only have my class to complete for your senior year, which I must commend you about since I heard you are an excellent student. Anyway, the Principal thought it was a good idea if you could help out with Math tutoring, knowing of your success in that subject.” I furrowed my brows, wondering why on earth I would accept such an offer. I would just be wasting my time and energy on stupid teenagers who could not even count from one to ten.
“No,” I said bluntly as I picked up my satchel from the ground.
“It’s either that or you become my teacher’s assistant.” She said clasping her hands in front of her.
“So you are saying that I ‘have’ to choose one,” I said shocked. I doubted it was compulsory when attending a school. I could not be forced to do something against my will.
“Or you can do both.” She added, making my head begin to spin. I struggled with excessive classes so I could complete them early and be able to relax in my senior year. ‘Was she really giving me responsibilities to fulfil which I wanted no part of?’
“Are you serious right now?” I scoffed, not caring that she was my teacher. “I plan on sleeping through most of this year and you are telling me about tutoring and being your assistant? I am not obligated to accept your offers at all.” I finished as I got up from my seat and slung my satchel over my shoulder.
“Don’t you want to get into an Ivy League College?” She asked as I was about to walk out of the classroom for the second time. She caught my interest making me stop in my tracks. “You haven’t volunteered for anything or done community service, though your grades are outstanding, if you volunteer for both options, you will absolutely increase your chances of being accepted into the school of your choice.” I contemplated what she said and knew she was right, my anti-social skills had made me neglect such things.
I turned back to face her. She had a grin plastered on he
r face knowing that she sparked my interest. “Do I have to do both?” I groaned, if I did consider the idea, I did not want to do both.
“It is your choice, it’s for your own benefit, not mine.” I rolled my eyes.
“You won’t benefit from me being your pet?” I mumbled knowing she heard me coherently.
“Well, it will be a win-win.” She unclasped her hands, got up from sitting and walked past me, which made me turn to her direction. A student entered the class making me immediately want to leave. I did not see any other students in tow and realized the girl probably wanted to discuss something personal with the teacher. “Think about it and get back to me later. I mean I will be seeing you almost every day since you are registered for both my junior and senior Literature classes.” I sighed heavily before exiting the class, almost bumping into a girl who was passing by the same time. She gave me an awkward look before I turned my face ignoring her and walked towards my locker.
“You’re the new girl, right?” I grabbed the pack of gum I had placed in my locker earlier and looked at the person who spoke.
“Obviously.” I gave a fake smile before taking one of the gums out of the packet and unwrapping it. Placing it in my mouth, I chewed a few times before forming a bubble. It popped, and I continued to chew.
“You’re Grandpa Donald’s granddaughter, right?” I closed my locker and stuck the pack of gum inside of my jeans pocket.
“Obviously,” I said again before walking away from him. I had no time for silly and unnecessary small talk.
I walked down the corridors and out the school through the entrance, the compound was isolated except for the few cars that held space in the parking lot directly in front of the school. I was not one to drive, especially with my fright of getting into a car accident, plus being in such a small town, the walking distances to almost anywhere was very short. It was about a seven-minute walk to my grandfather’s estate. I found out when I walked to school earlier.
As I passed the small shops and boutiques, people kept giving me funny looks that were getting very irritating. I knew it was because they knew my grandfather and was wondering which part of the galaxy I landed since I was so unlike him. My grandpa was born and raised in that town, everyone knew him and many envied him. He was an easy going man with a kind heart and humorous ways. After grandma died, he got very lonely, making my mother suggest for me to move in with him to keep his frail heart a bit alive. She should have known better since I was not a joyous person at all, but I think she had other intentions with me moving in with him, something to do with livening me up a little.
I accepted wanting a change of scenery and to give her space. I was not too fond of her boyfriend. They had been together for a long time and were to get married in the near future since he proposed to her about two years prior, but they never got around to actually tying the knot. He was a great guy, but my daddy issues made it difficult for me to accept him.
She always tried to brighten my spirit, but I was just the way I was. Grandpa more accepted my decision to be by myself, we would be in the same room and not talk at all, and that was what I always liked about him. He knew that I was uncomfortable with certain things and never overstepped my boundaries.
I only moved in with him three days prior. I had never visited him before but he occasionally visited us in the city, his love for the town never allowed him to migrate elsewhere, which made me believe that it was actually a nice place to live in.
I reached the gate of the estate and the guard allowed me in. He gave me a small smile and tilted his cap as I walked through the opened gates.
Walking up the stone pathway, I admired the front yard and its tree sculptures. The gardener neatly trimmed them the day before and the maid watered them along with the patches of beautiful flowers every day. My grandfather intended to keep my grandmother’s cherished possessions cared for.
I stuffed my hand into a pocket of my satchel and grabbed the house key, then opened the front door, walked in and closed the door behind me, before heading straight up the stairs and into my bedroom. I was in dire need of a nap.
CHAPTER TWO
Stretching my muscles, those of my back, arms and thighs, I sat up on the bed and blinked a few times trying to rid of my sleepy state. A loud yawn escaped my lips as I leaned my head back on the bed frame, the hardwood touching my head. Peeling myself away from the comfort of being wrapped up in my blanket, I walked into the room’s adjoining bathroom and towards the sink. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I let out another yawn and turned the knob to allow the water to flow.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I immediately stripped out of my clothing and stepped into the shower before turning the knob, the warm water beginning to comfort my sore muscles.
I grabbed the bar of soap and lapped it all over my body before rinsing my skin.
Smiling in content, I turned off the flow of water and my dripping wet body made its way into my room, in search of a towel. The maid had left a few inside my dresser drawer. I walked over, opened it and took out one.
After drying my skin, I let the towel drop to the floor as I walked over to my closet. It was a complete mess, clothes all over the floor and shoes like mixed nuts. I sighed as I searched for a pair of running shorts and a sports bra, luckily having many so it was not too hard to find, also picking up a pair of boy shorts on the hunt.
After dressing, I looked at myself in the mirror and decided to place my hair in a ponytail instead of the messy bun it was in. The next difficult thing was to find a pair of sneakers. I took a deep breath as I went back into my closet, the sight of the pile almost giving me a headache.
My luggage was so overloaded when I came, most of my stuff my mother would have had to post to me, but I did not plan on staying that long with grandpa since I was leaving for college in about a year. Saying that in my head made me realize that it was still a long time.
I finally found a matching pair of sneakers and stuffed my feet quickly inside of them before walking out my closet and grabbing my music player that was left charging on my night stand along with my headphones that were already attached to it.
Walking out of my room and down the steps, I headed into the kitchen to grab something to drink before leaving. My grandfather must have still been at Bridge, or whatever game he went to the club to play with his friends, so he might have been back by the time I finished my run.
I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water before seeing that my wallet was on the kitchen counter top. I hoped the maid was trustworthy to my grandfather and would not steal, but she did seem genuine.
I picked it up and opened it to see that it actually contained cash. Surprised, I took out a hundred and placed it into the pocket of my shorts by my lower back, which also had a secure zipper.
I placed it down back where I found it, not feeling like running upstairs to carry it to my room, if the maid wanted to steal, she could have already.
Uncorking the water bottle, I leaned it to my mouth and took a long chug before resting it down on the counter with three-quarters of it left behind. I did not want to carry it with me on my run so I left it there, either I would have gone back to it later or the maid would have thrown it away.
I left the house and walked through the estate gates, the afternoon breeze warm and cool at the same time. I made sure to stretch my muscles first and did my routine pre-run exercise before I began my run.
I plugged my headphones into my ears and picked a random song out of my playlist as I made my way towards the small park in the centre of the town. I knew peoples’ eyes were on me yet again, but the music and my concentration on my run helped with ignoring them.
After reaching the park, I decided to take a seat to rest a bit, especially since no one was there. I checked the time on my watch seeing that it was 2:58 in the afternoon. I groaned knowing that school was going to be let out soon, and the little peace the town held would completely vanish. I got off my lazy ass, the sw
eat already flowing down my back since it was a twenty-minute run to the park, and began running back in the same direction I came.
I heard the sound of the annoying school bell and ignored it before I stopped running to catch my breath. I must have been at it like a mad woman to feel so drained, and I still had half way more to reach my grandfather’s estate.
I bit down on my upper lip as I saw a small diner not too far from where I was standing. They had to have something to drink. As I walked towards it, the music still blaring in my ears, I pulled out my headphones and slung it over my shoulder as I entered the place. Everyone turned to look at me, well the few people that were in there.
I walked straight over to the counter not paying any heed to them.
“Do you have smoothies by chance?” I asked the lady behind the counter, she looked at me quizzically before speaking.
“Is that the way you dress?” She stretched herself over the counter and scanned my body. I frowned, not in the mood to be criticized.
“Smoothies?” I asked again.
She gave a disapproving look before nodding, “only strawberry.” She said still eyeing me.
“That will be nice, thank you.” I did not want to say anything rude before she did something unorthodox to my smoothie. I knew how spiteful people could be. I leaned against the counter waiting for it as she poured the extract into the blender over the ice. She closed the lid of the blender and pressed a button making it begin to churn. I grabbed my money from my pocket, the zip opening and closing being heard.
She poured the result into a plastic cup and closed it with its required lid before handing it to me. I gave her my money and waited for my change. “You should really wear more appropriate clothing.” She said as she handed me my change.
I folded it and placed it in my pocket before speaking, “and you should learn not to ogle young girls.” I said grabbing a straw. I gave her one last glance and saw the shocked expression on her face before turning and making my way out of the diner. If everyone in that town was like her, they were definitely not going to like me.