CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Five: Tree Climbing

I knew I was going to be in deep shit when I stormed off and ran away from school. I guess I'll just have to think about what my mother is going to tell me or how she is going to punish me later. Right now, I didn't care about whats going to happen.

I crept my way to the Hemmings' residence. They didn't have gates or anything except a front lawn and a mansion as big as ours but like I said..their house is way modern than ours.

I slowly made my way to their driveway. Pretending to be a secret agent or F.B.I. I was being ridiculous for hiding behind a perfectly sphered shape bush when someone suddenly tapped my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" A familar husky voice whispered. His lips made sure to make contact with my ear. His breath against my skin.

I almost yelped.

Jesus Christ.

I almost swore out loud.

"M-Mr. Hemmings-" I stuttered, "I have to..I need to talk to you." Suddenly my armpits began to sweat and I feel so awkward.

"What is there to talk about, Tate?" He asked casually.

Am I going mental here and started to pretend things inside my head or did he kissed me (well, more than kissing) the other day inside his house? In their bathroom in particular.

"But we-"

"We what?" He asked dumfounded.

I didnt know what to say. As soon as my blush started creeping in and I felt my cheeks turn crimson red, I couldnt look at him anymore. I am utterly embarassed. I know he is acting dumb for some reason, its something I really think he's enjoying but I dont. I hate it!

My eyes started to blurry as I can feel tears coming out.

I didnt want to look weak. Without further a due, I ran. I ran as fast as I could.

I could hear him calling me but I didnt look back.

I didnt know what I was feeling.

He was cheating on his wife with me. I am dirty. I wasnt supposed to kiss him back. I wasnt allowed to like him touching me.

Maybe my mother is right. I am still young. I may be 17 but I am still a ignorant about my own feelings.

Feelings. Why am I even hurt? What do I even feel towards him? This isn't supposed to happen.

When I felt my legs starting to get numb I slowly stopped running. I couldn't breathe. My heart is about to burst and not the good kind of burst;

I halt to a full stop to wipe my face. My cheeks felt like they're burning, I didn't know the real reason why I was crying.

I'm so confused and I feel so stupid.

*

I arrived home late. I didn't know why but my whole body felt numb and I was emotionless. I was dragging my knapsack around and the bag was scuffed and dirty and I honestly don't care. I want to know why I feel like this.

Nana opened the gates for me. She kept on rambling about how furious my mother is and that I should do this and that but I didn't listen to any word she was saying. I just walked my way inside the house. 

As soon as I swung the door open I was welcomed with my mother's palm on my cheek.

Nana let out a gasp but I didn't even react.

I felt the pain, yes. But, it was nothing compared to how I was really feeling or not.

My mother shouted and said a lot of things but I did not understand it. It was like she was speaking in a different language and her voice was muffled like she was speaking underwater. I couldn't hear properly what she was saying.

Apparently Ms. Fanning talk to our School Principal and our School Principal called my mother about the ridiculous behavior and now I'm grounded for the rest of my life.

I continued to walk my way upstairs. Completely ignoring her.

She was still in her rage of madness but as soon as I got in my room I slammed my door shut. I don't need anyone right now.

*

I was awaken by this tapping sound coming from my window. I moaned a little before shuffling in bed. My head felt heavy and I could barely open my eyes. It hurts.

Well if you didn't cry yourself last night because of your stupidity of letting someone touch you and take advantage of you then maybe you wouldn't feel like shit right now. My bitch of a subconscious exclaimed from the back of my head.

I groaned before sitting up. The light on my alarm clock says that its only 4 in the morning. I usually wake up at 7 since my class starts at 9.

I was rubbing the sleep off of my eyes when the tapping sound was there again

It was coming from the window where the tree I planted when I was 6 was nearby.

"Psst..Tate-" I knew then who it was. Just the mere thought of him calling me Tate made me cringe in an awful way. "Are you awake now?"

I sighed. I made my way to open the window from my balcony, I unlocked the window quietly. Carefully not making any sound, the long drapes from the sides blew from the cold harsh wind coming from outside. 

I know I'm still embarrassed for almost breaking down  in front of him this afternoon but I didn't have a choice anyway.

Once I opened it Mr. Hemmings made himself welcome as he steps in my room without me even acknowledging his presence.

"Hmm..cozy" He smirked.

I walked back and sat back on my bed. Covering myself with my warm duvet.

Its pretty chilly tonight I must admit. Mr. Hemming's noticed that I was shivering a bit so he went out of his way and went to close the balcony door carefully.

"Sorry to wake you up but like what you said..we need to talk." He said in a hushed voice.

I wasn't in the mood to talk so I just nodded.

"Yeah, but first let me catch a breather. My back hurts. Im not as young as I was. I used to climb trees like that all the time but now..woah, I must admit but I am out of practice." He sits himself down on my pink couch.

I cant help but laugh loudly inside. Thoughts of him climbing the tree awhile ago crossed in my mind and I cant help but imagine how he looked. Although I admit that him climbing on a tree would look really hot.

Fuck. Stop it!

I closed my eyes and I exhaled calmly.

"I don't have a lot of time before my mother comes barging in. Slight unnecessary noises attracts her.  Please tell me what you have to say and tell it to me straight because I'm honestly not in the mood." I looked down hiding my bruised cheek form earlier.

He seems to notice it and he didn't have to think twice, he sprung up from the chair and held my face, I thought his touch will hurt but it was the opposite, it was soft, gentle and it was warm.

"Just please don't ask about it, just..tell me why you're here" I removed his hand from my cheek.

"I would like to make a deal with you, since you want me to be blunt; I am going to be honest...Sex."

"Excuse me?" I was shocked with his inappropriate words.

"Sex. Sex is what I need of you."