CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Eight: Needy (mature)

Last night I got home late. My mom was furious but as soon as she saw Mr. Hemmings walking behind me her expression softened up. She thanked him for taking me home and she sent me to my room right away.

English class just passed and I'm off to my swimming class. With my gym bag in hand I skipped my way to the changing rooms.

I changed into my usual one piece and tied my hair in a high ponytail before putting in my swimming cap. I placed my goggles on my head and I waited for the other girls to make their way to the pool before fixing my things in my bag. Once I finished placing my things in the locker I unfolded the my towel on the bench and made my way.

Before I could even see the water on the pool I felt a tight grip on my upper arm and my mouth being covered.

I wanted to shout but I couldn't the adrenaline in my body is too much to handle. I can feel my eyes starting to tear up. I'm frightened.

I wish I listened to my mom telling me to take aikido classes.

I was being dragged into the janitors closet and I couldn't even protect myself. My heart was racing,

"Shh calm down its me-" A raspy voice exclaimed, I knew then from the accent who it was.

"Mr. Hemmings you're not supposed to be in here!" I exclaimed. "You gave me a fright as well, how could you?"

He chuckled turning on the lights. I wish he didn't do that, I looked at him and couldn't believe that my face is just inches away from me and worst he was wearing his casual clothes. I didn't even know he owned pair of clothes like this. Skinny jeans that are way too tight, a plain black shirt. Most of the time I only see him in tuxedos and his button up church clothes. He looked so hot and God from all the heavens above  please forgive me.

"I'm sorry its just too funny seeing you panic. I don't know its cute I guess."

I rolled my eyes. I know its being disrespectful but he has given me no choice. "Why are you here Mr. Hemmings? If its not urgent I think I have to go. I have class to attend to and I'll be in big trouble if someone catch us here."

"This is urgent I promise. And I told you just call me Luke. Mr. Hemmings makes me feel annoyed when you call me that."

"By urgent you mean?"

"I need you."

Jesus take the wheel.

"N-need me?" I can feel the hair on my nape rise up.

He ran his long fingers down my shoulder touching my skin.

His touch felt so smooth and I don't want him to stop.

I felt dismayed when he did.

What would my mother thing of me if she knew about this!

Mr. Hemmi-err..Luke already told you that his marriage is nothing but a piece of paper. Stop over thinking and just do it!!! My bitchy subconscious is right. Stop over thinking. Who cares about the 13 year age gap difference?!

I couldn't help it. I moved near him and crashed my lips against his. I'm in my tippy toes just trying to reach his sweet minty lips. He smelt so good and I felt so suffocated with just his scent.

His hands were warm this time and mines were the cold ones. Why is it every time we touch I stutter or mind just go definitely blank.

I moved my hands as well and touched his cheeks. I felt the stubble of his beard against my skin and it was the best relaxing feeling I felt. I traced down his jaw line to the hair on the back of his head tightening my grip on his hair. He moaned harshly against my lips making it vibrate against mine.