Her Teacher

CHAPTER 4

CLARKE

The only thing that was left, was for me to tell her how wet her voice makes me. Geez I'm losing my mind. Raven was right I need to get laid, if only it was that simple though. To be honest this is the first time I'm feeling like this, not even my dosage helped.

This Lexa girl is driving me nuts, every time I decide to stay away from her and gain control I end up doing the opposite, now I just touched her.

Should have chocked her ass.

Her eyes are very expressive to, watching them turn into a darker shade of green was mesmerizing. Clearly she was getting pissed off with every word that came out of my mouth. Being in her space, smelling her, watching her body makes me wet and I'm nothing but.

Maybe I need a drink tonight. It is a Friday after all.

With one text my girls are on their way, I'll just have fun, lose some steam and maybe I can put that girl behind me.

Freaking annoying.

Two hours later I'm on my third shot of the night. Octavia is breaking her waist on the dance floor. I wish I had her energy, there is no way my body could coordinate movements other than walking. And fucking.

"So Nylah called me." not this again. "Wants to know if you seeing someone. I told her I'm not sure because sometimes you keep it to yourself for a while before sharing."

"Next time tell her I am." When I go to sip my drink I see a familiar face at the far end corner. Sitting with her cap pulled down to hide her face. It's darker than the rest of the room, so it's strange that I spotted her.

"You do that," she gets distracted by someone on the dance floor. "I will join O, she doesn't get to enjoy the night alone." she throws back her short in one goal and matches to the dance floor.

Now I'm left to myself. I turn my body in order to watch her properly just to keep an eye on her, since Lexa's under age and a student. She didn't come to school today, don't think I had anything to do with it but I can't help wondering if my words did something.

A waiter walks up to her table, they talk a little before he leaves. If I go over there its cause I can't sit back and allow illegal drinking. Yep, that's why I'm standing and making my way to her. When did she become this sexy? Did she come to my school like this?

Her glance, has me already soft and ready.

"Miss Griffin?" the waiter comes over, places a cocktail on the table and leaves to tend to other guests. I take my seat in the other booth. "What can I do for you?" taking a sip of her drink.

Not the silent treatment. How matured. "You can't drink here."

"I don't drink. Alcohol that is."

Bitch please.

With a raised eyebrow she pushes her glass to me. I should walk away or have her kicked out. But my fingers wrap the glass, bring it to my lips. "Virgin drink."

Oh fuck, she's telling the truth.

What else is she hiding under that snob face?

She takes it from me turning the glass so she can place her lips on the lipstick I left behind. "Have anything against virgins?"

"They wouldn't make me feel the way I want to."

"Like what?"

"Heated."

"Then you haven't had the right one." is she hinting on something or just good at playing games. Though clearly we are not talking about a drink, I know I'm not. And she's right I haven't had good sex in a while, more like someone good to play with.