Monday, 11 October 2010
Excerpt from Slow Burn.
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Excerpt from Slow Burn
Mel walked through the corridor hearing whispers of “oh my god that new police man” and “he’s fit“, snorting to herself. The girls in their twenties at this college became 14 year olds for any idiot in trousers.
“What do you think Melinda?” Sarah got right in her face and laughed. “Would he tempt the sweet innocent little virgin here?” She crooned mockingly.
“Not after you get your grubby paws on him. And my name is M E L A N I E.” She spoke each letter clearly and loudly treating Sarah like the idiot she was.
Sarah laughed. It was a dumb imitation of a witches cackle. But then again dumb imitation was all Sarah was. Mel ignored her and straightened her body.
“Virgin” What a joke. If anyone really knew what she was like..if anyone took the time to get to know her they’d be shocked. She…oh but she couldn’t get into that now.
The Headmaster came out of his room. He was talking with another guy..oh hello..
“Melanie..a word please.”
Shit what now! Why the fuck was everyone so against her? She kept to herself but was always in some sort of trouble.
“Hi” It was the police man person.
It took her a substantial effort not to say it back. She looked ..by accident..straight into his eyes. They were big and grey..just stunning. She felt her pulse speed up but she ignored him. Not even giving him a smile. It’s not like he perved over her but she wouldn’t be a bimbo. Not now anyway.
“Take a seat.” The Head said to her. He was such a prissy thing. He was a tall guy, quite broad too and he knew some of the girls liked his build but she hated him. You know it stopped being cool to soak up female attention like a pathetic bitch quite a long while ago. But then judging by his hair he was still living in the 80’s.
She was surprised to see police guy come back in this room. He brought a chair with him.
“I’m Detective Stevens” He extended his hand towards her. Closing her fingers around his hand, he shook it gently and she did the same to his. He was firm, gentle, strong. Fucking best handshake ever.
“Melanie Hawes.” She caught his gaze on her. She could imagine him being pretty popular. He had charm. It wasn’t in your face..he just seemed.. nice.
She saw him sit down. He had quite a sturdy body, his uniform was neatly put together but he still looked cool. He had curlyish brown hair, his features somehow strong and gentle at the same time. Well, she wasn’t a poet..I suppose you could say he was kind of “hot.”
She looked at his badges as the Head asked her something about fitting in.
They had this conversation twice now. Yes SHE really should do more to fit in blah blah blah.
She looked at the prude..some men faked being sexy and some were just naturally sexy. Detective Stevens ..she could tell he was just in touch with his sexuality. She just knew.
“We’ve been asking other students this,” Detective Sexy smiled at her, “Melanie, where were you last Friday after your last class?”
Say my name against my neck as you screw me against the wall. Yeah she really did think that. It almost made her giggle. Fucking giggle.
“Melanie?” So he was persistent. She would have to use firm and gentle again.. and throw in intelligent to describe his voice.
“Ermm“ Let’s see “I went to the library after Chemistry class and I must have been there till ..6 I would say..then I..went to my locker..and then I went home.” She didn’t exactly know why she drew that sentence out that much.
“I’ve been hearing rumours to the contrary” She heard Head Master Weird-Fuck move his chair forward.
Have you indeed?
“Yes Sir?” She kept her tone professional.
“You were seen walking the corridor just after 7.”
“Just after 7?”
“7-15 to be precise.”
Oh screw him. And not in that way either.
“The doors close at 7.”
“No.” The idiot said condescendingly.
“Yes they do. “ She said passionately. “I had to wait for my ride outside once bang on 7.”
“Not on a Friday.”
She was confused. How could this happen? “Seen walking in the corridor at 7” ??
“Could you leave us two?” It was the Detective. He said it to the Headmaster. She would have smirked had this not been serious.
She looked straight ahead at the Detective who was watching the Head walk out. She saw he was being professional, wanting to keep this private. She saw every flicker of his eye..as the door handle clicked..he only now looked at her.
She didn’t feel angry with him. Nor uncomfortable. But she was confused.
“I’m sorry about this.” He said to her. Sorry? Was this normally how Detectives spoke?
“Are you going to lock me up?” Shit. Why the fuck did she say that?!
“Not even if you’re guilty…and that won’t be my job” He winked at her. It wasn’t sleazy from him, just friendly.
He got up. She saw him lift his chair slightly. He walked towards her side of the desk carrying his chair. She saw the veins in his forearm. She saw he actually wasn’t that tall. That must have been why she looked into his eyes as she walked past him earlier.
“When you finished Chemistry did you go to the library straight away?” He asked her.
“And you stayed in the library for how long again?”
“I would say until 6.”
“You wear a watch?”
“May I see?”
She stretched her arm out. His fingers stayed on her wrist slightly as he saw the face of her watch.
“Thank you.” He said as he moved his fingers away.
Rest your arm she thought.
“After the library,” He cleared his throat “where did you go?”
“I went to my locker.”
Fuck. She had the full force of his gaze on her face. Why was she feeling hot and wet from just this?
She looked at him and blushed. It was just a reaction she guessed. And Holy God almighty he blushed too. It wasn’t just the top of his cheeks. It didn’t make him look any less manly but it did make her start breathing heavily.
She didn’t know how to breathe when he asked her “What did you do at your locker?”
“I collected my books for the weekend. Mathematics and Physics.” Normally her memory was pathetic but all this adrenaline or whatever rushing through was making her mind work like a miracle.
“Say that again.”
His eyes went to her lips. “I couldn’t quite get you the first time. Say it again.”
But her voice wasn’t that breathy..considering the circumstances.
“I collected my Mathematics and Physics books for the weekend.”
She heard his breath hitch because for some reason she had actually moved her chair towards him.
“Melanie, what did you do next?” His voice was lower. It was.
“I closed the door of my locker” She meant to sound cheeky. “I turned my key” She leaned forward. “I waited until it made a click.”
“Then?” He wasn’t phased. And it was spoken against her face. His lips almost touched hers.
“Then..” When she moved her lips she could have taken his. She could have leaned further forward..”I dropped my books..I bent down. To pick my books up.”
“What did you do after you picked your books up?”
“I..walked along the corridor. I walked to the door. I left the building.” She whispered.
“Did you see the time?”
“No. Sir. But it would have only been till up to quarter past 6 at the most.”
“Call me Michael.”
Damn. Cute name but he didn’t pick up on the “Sir” either.
“That will be all Melanie.” He leaned forward even more ..almost as if he meant to kiss the top of her head.
She didn’t kiss him as she wanted to. She just wanted to kiss him, it was inexplicable really. She wanted to do a whole lot fucking more to him but he was a stubborn one. He would have to make the first move. She would have to change her panties every time at this rate, so hot wet and sticky was she from his interrogation.
But he sat watching her, not even moving. She got up and saw his gaze go up her body. He really could have just kissed any part of it that he wished. Any. Especially..
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She felt like some Goddess with him looking at her so earnestly like that.
“Tomorrow? Why?” Her voice sounded a little ragged.
“It’s standard procedure. “He then got up and she saw him straighten his clothes. No matter how cool and comfortable he was, he had some trouble tying to be professional she thought.
She could have complained. So she did. “Why is it standard procedure? Or is it just for me?”
He stopped straightening his shirt.
“I just need to know more details. From everyone. We’ve ran out of time today. You should get to your next class anyway.”
She looked him over. Liar. But she didn’t say anything. Instead she smiled the sweetest smile she could, “What time tomorrow?”
“You’ll be informed.”
She walked up to him. His eyes literally sparked. Dumb word but it was a fucking spark.
“Tomorrow then, Michael.” God this felt good. Fuck reality, she would play bad girl to his detective. She walked out the door, to put it bluntly she needed to touch herself imagining his eyes on her but she wouldn’t go to the bathroom. She WOULD go to class.