Free In The Spur of Heath (The Spur Series Book 1) by Sydney Ledger Page B

and the one I’m with. Too intense. When Jake left, everything felt normal again. How was I going to function when Heath and I have Jake’s class together? I needed to get over this.
    I could see Heath staring directly at me like if he was trying to solve a puzzle. I didn’t even notice when he came back. “Sorry.” I flushed.
    “Just eat, Reesie.” He said sombrely.
     
    After breakfast, we had Mr. Sampson’s class, totally distracted by the anxiety building inside me because we had Jake’s class later that evening, Heath was beginning to get really bothered.
    When we were on our way to Jake’s class, Heath stopped me. “Reese, this is really getting annoying now, what is wrong? You say you’re fine about the indie, but now you’re still acting strange. You look really nervous. Are you on drugs?”
    “Drugs, Heath, really?” I deadpanned. He shrugged his shoulders and fixed the strap of his messenger bag, anticipating an answer. 
    “I think I know what it is now, it’s that guy you were with, isn’t it? You’ve been awfully quiet about that too. I don’t know since when you’ve been mum about anything.”
    “Look Heath, now’s not a good time to discuss it. Yes it’s a guy, okay, you happy now? Let’s just get to Mr. Cavanaugh’s class.” I walked off and he followed closely behind.
    We entered Jake’s classroom. About twenty neatly placed arm desks spread across the room. Heath and I made our way to our desks – to the back of the classroom. Jake was sitting behind his desk, wearing his glasses as he graded our papers, his laptop and briefcase lying beside him.  A white board took up the length of the wall behind him with his named spelt across it, and to his left was a door to a room that had all his cameras and necessary equipment.
    We had so much to do at Dillcaster Academy, round-the-clock work; screenplay writing, film & theatre acting, camera operations, editing, directing and more. Jake was our lecturer for the screenplay writing, camera operations, directing and acting, Mr. Sampson was the lecturer for the editing, animations, graphics and special effects. The other lecturers had more of the same.
    Everyone else filtered through the door as Jake was getting up to address us. “Good day class.” He fixed his cufflink – a habit I’ve loved to watch him do. “So, how was the weekend?” He was always so vibrant in the classroom. He adjusted the noose of his tie, slicked back his hair and flashed his pearly whites. He was smooth as fuck! “So, I just finished with your papers – finally! Some of you were really good, while some of you – well let’s just say you need to strengthen certain areas.”
    As he talked and paced the room, I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest. And suddenly, I wanted him in the most erotic way. Whoa! No I cannot be getting horny right now . I began to feel down there pulse, the thought of him on my body alone made my pores raise. I was so turned on right now. What’s wrong with me?
    “Okay, so when you hear your name, come get your paper.” He picked up a few of the papers and began calling names. One by one, everyone went up to collect their papers. “Watson. Valdez. Verona. Ullman. Tate. Thompson. Saunders. Singh!”
    I lost my breath when I heard him say my name. I walked up to him and he handed me my script, secretly brushing his hand against mine which sent that tingling feeling shooting down my spine. “Good job, Trini.” He licked his lips and smirked. “Can I see you after class, please?”
    “Definitely.” I croaked. I returned to my seat and looked at his notes. Thank God our relationship didn’t interfere with his grading. He eventually called Andrews and Heath collected his paper. “What’d you get?” I asked.
    “Ninety-two. You?”
    “Ninety-four.” I responded.
    “That’s great, you deserve it.”
    After class, I remained seated behind my desk. Heath got up and asked me if I was coming. “No, Mr. Cavanaugh wants