Claiming Carter by Ws Greer

how much I hate that bitch?”
    “Only about a million times,” Lexy quipped.
    The school bell rang and Lexy and I, once again, headed down separate hallways towards our classes. Just as I approached my classroom, I couldn’t help but to peek inside Tim’s class. He was sitting at his desk with his arms folded, completely standoffish and unapproachable to his students. Just looking at him reminded me of how shitty my relationship with him was. We’d never had sex anywhere but my bedroom—besides the one time in my classroom—the entire time we were together, and never once did Tim ever ask me to give him “oral pleasure” outside of my house. Yet, I stayed with him in hopes that it would get better. Hoping that one day, he would come around and have something click inside of him that would make him want me more. Meanwhile, while I was hoping, he was shoving his cock in Angela Bronson’s mouth in the nurse’s office.
    But, was it true that I hadn’t moved on? Maybe Angela had a point. If I was still mad about what she and Tim had done, did it mean that I was holding on to Tim? I hadn’t ever really thought about it that way. The way I saw it, I had every right to be pissed at my lying, cheating, ex-boyfriend and there was nothing wrong with that. I wasn’t stuck on Tim—I was a woman scorned. I needed to move past Tim and Angela completely. I didn’t want to think about everything that the two of them had made me feel, and the thought of them staying together after Tim and I had broken up only made me feel worse. I really did need something to come into my life and help me to move forward. I needed something. Maybe I needed someone .
    I walked into my classroom and settled down my raucous students. It was seven-twenty, and it never ceased to amaze me how energized children could be so early in the morning. Luckily, there were no crying kids and no fights about to break out this morning, so I immediately began the day’s lesson on division.
    Time passed quickly, and the day was moving along without a hitch. My teacher’s aide, Mrs. Butterfield, took the kids to P.E. where another one of my exes was successful with riling the children back up before sending them back to class right before lunch. As the class came filing into the room, I heard my phone’s text alert chime from inside my purse. I quickly picked it up and saw that the message was from Lexy.
     
    Lexy: Almost lunch time. Lounge?
     
    Me: You know it. I’m starving. See you soon.
     
    Ten minutes later, I was prepping my students to go to lunch and my phone vibrated and chimed once again. I had just responded to Lexy, so I was wondering what was going on that she was texting me again. I, again, dug into my purse and pulled out my cell phone, but I quickly realized that I didn’t recognize the number, however, it looked vaguely familiar.
     
    630-555-2319: Hey, beautiful. How is your day going so far??
     
    Although, I thought I recognized the number, I still wasn’t sure who the message was from, or why they decided to use two question marks at the end of the message. I usually wouldn’t respond to an unknown number, but I decided I would take the bait.
     
    Me: My day is going fine. It might be better if I knew who this was.
     
    After about two minutes, my phone chimed again.
     
    630-555-2319: Kelvin Carter Jr.
     
    My heart rate began to pick up speed and I gasped loudly, drawing the attention of Mrs. Butterfield.
    “You okay?” she asked.
    “Yeah, yeah. Sorry,” I replied with an embarrassed smile.
    I wasn’t sure how to respond. The way the night ended last night, I was shocked that Kelvin had decided to call me back. We’d had a great night at the dinner table, but the ending was a gigantic cold shower. The surprise text put an immediate smile on my face. I quickly went into my contacts and changed the unknown number to Kelvin’s name.
     
    Me: Hi. I didn’t expect to hear from you. How are you?
     
    Kelvin: I’m good. About to