CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Four: Excuse Me

I splashed my face with the cold running water from the faucet. I couldn't stop blushing and my body is just so hot and I am starting to feel feverish.

I couldnt help but splash water on my face over and over again to stop the feeling of being too hot.

Fuck.

A soft knock on the door startled me and I turned the water off.

I grabbed some tissue from the bin and dabbed my face with it and threw it into the trash after.

A few more knocks was heard before I decided to open it.

I was very sure I was ready for my mother to rant things on my face but I halt into a stop when it was Mr. Hemmings who was knocking.

"I uh-" Before I could say a word I was pushed back in the bathroom.

He spun us around as my back hit the hard cherry wood door making it closed shut.

His fingers made their way to lock the brass knob.

My heart was beating fast like it was racing a horse. It could beat out of my chest as far as Im concerned,  I couldn't fathom what was happening.

He looked into my eyes and I couldn't help but look back. His eyes were this amazing shade of blue. They look warm. They look really beautiful.

"Mr. Hemmi-" Before I could protest more, he crashed his lips on my cold ones.

I was caught off guard. I was never kissed by a boy..a man before. I'm not saying I kissed a girl but this is my first time to kissed someone. I don't know how this works!

His lips were warm and rough. I felt his tongue running down my lower lip. I've seen people kissing in movies and on TV before but I never knew how it works. My mother never really let me watch any programs that had characters of the opposite sex in it, maybe some talk shows yes; but a chick flick? is that what they call them? anything with romance that involves two people having to be with each other,  she doesn't allow me, actually, she doesn't let me watch any proper program at all, I had to sneak behind her just to watch some crazy sitcoms.

He slid his tongue inside my mouth, exploring it and my eyes widened.

I rubbed my tongue against his and I closed my eyes. Trying to feel what is happening.

His tongue was warm against my cold ones and his hand was once again making its way between my thighs.

Our kiss was sloppy and my teeth graze on his rough lips for I have no idea how to kiss. His hands made my dress rise up and I cringed at the sensation.

What the fuck am I doing?

"Not bad." He did it again, that smirk, he always does that! I hate it!

His free hand trailed its way from my neck down my collarbone to my neck..down to my left boob. Cupping it.

I felt goose bumps rising up my skin
and electricity filling my body. I hate what Im feeling..I feel too hot.

My hands found its way to his shoulders. Lazily hanging them on his broadness.

I was feeling it. I hate to admit that I am enjoying it. But I am. I didn't want this to stop. Please God, don't make this stop.

My eyes are tightly closed. My lips satisfying the taste of his mouth.

I was so lost. So free. So dirty.

I thought everything was going down the drain and that I was about to loose it.

Until,  the brass knob started to shake.

"Tatum, you in here?" I heard my mom knocking from the other side.

My eyes suddenly widened and I pushed Mr. Hemmings away from me.

He didn't looked pleased but he didn't looked disappointed either.

"Tatum?" My mother called again.

Fuck. Im done for. Images of me being sent to jail for commiting adultery fluttered inside my head.

I tried to fix my clothes properly. Making sure that I didn't look like I-just-made-out-with-a-married-guy-who-is-13-years-older-than-me-inside-his-fucking-bathroom.

My mother kept calling my name and I panicked.

"I'm right here, mother. I will be out soon." I was busy looking at myself in the mirror. "Just..just please stop knocking on the door." I sighed, mildly irritated.

I turned around to see if Mr. Hemmings is still beside me but he wasnt. It was only when I noticed that there was a huge window by the hot thub and it was opened wide.

*

"Miss Beck, any chance of you knowing the answer to this equation?" Ms. Fanning called out. She must've noticed me spacing out the whole class.

I shook my head as I stood up, "No, madam" I admitted truthfully.

"Well then, perhaps that could be the reason you have to focus in my class than just staring at the window. Settle down!"

Yeah, how could I focus if I couldn't even think straight?!

Fucker.

I sat back down. Still muting the whole outside world and just filling myself in with my own devious thoughts.

Before I could even think about it. I grabbed my bag and ran thru the door. The whole class gave me their looks and Ms. Fanning was already shouting at me to seat down and get back in her class but I didnt listen.

Instead, I kept running until I reach outside. Not looking back.

Right now, I cant afford to look back. I need to know the truth.

Why is Mr. Hemmings doing this to me?