The Babysitter - Frank Iero X O.C.

4: College Bar

(WARNING: Alcohol, drunkenness, harassment, sexual harassment)

Two days later, Friday, the rain had finally cleared up and I decided to walk to my class that morning.
I stopped for coffee on the way, taking my time and enjoying the fresh September air.
My coffee detour made me five minutes later than I normally am, which doesn't make much of a difference but definitely cut my morning conversation with Mr Iero short.
I stumbled into the room after jogging my way to the building and sat down at my desk.
"Miss King," Frank tutted, "You're late."
"Technically I'm still early, Professor," I smiled, rolling my eyes.
He smiled at me as I pulled out my notebook and pen.
"The kids really like you, Andy," Frank leaned forward a little, "You showed them the Parent Trap?"
I giggled, "Yeah, did I not tell you that? They seemed to enjoy it."
"They loved it! Cherry says it's her new favourite movie! She watched it again last night."
"Wow, really?"
"Totally!"
I smiled down at my notepad, "It was my favourite when I was her age too."
People started shuffling into the classroom then.
"See, best part of the morning cut short because SOMEONE was late," Frank whispered, shaking his head at me.
I blushed at him saying it was the best part of the morning, "I was in desperate need of caffeine, I had to take drastic measures!"
"Excuses," he shook his head again.
"I also had to make myself look presentable," I whispered, "According to Cherry SOMEONE called me 'very pretty'."
Now it was his turn to blush, "She... she told-"
"She told me," I smirked at my triumph.
I had successfully made Mr Professor Frank Iero, big professional teacher, go as red as, well, a cherry.
He stood up and started his lesson.
I listened intently and wrote things down. That was until Frank decided to roll his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos marking his forearms.
He spoke delicately with his hands moving every now and again.
Then, I saw the faint blue pen marking of my phone number etched onto his palm. That made me smile a little. It was quite faded now. But it was there.
I thought back to that night. How his hand slipped gently into mine so I could scribble the number down on it.
The jump of electricity I'd felt as our skin collided. His calloused fingers, which told me he played guitar.
The way he held onto my hand afterwards. As though our hands were magnetically attracted to one another and would have to be pulled apart by another force.
The way I wanted those hands to travel around other parts of my body. The way I wanted those hands to hold me. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to feel me.
All of these thoughts came racing to my mind the second I saw that blue pen ink barely out of the corner of my eye.
'Shake it off,' I thought, uneasily.
The truth was I'd never felt such a powerful amount of emotion and attraction for one person. Sure, I'd had crushes or whatever in the past. But this... these feelings. And after only just under two weeks of knowing him.
It was more intense than anything I've ever felt for another person.
'Andy, how is it that a guy literally just pulling up his sleeves makes you have a midlife fucking crisis,' I screamed to myself in my head, 'Get it together.'
I tried to forget about it, but the butterflies were already racing around my stomach and felt more like a flock of pigeons.
After class, I said goodbye to Frank and met up with Rachel.
"We're going out tonight," she announced, the second I was within earshot of her.
I groaned, "Do we have to?"
"Yes," Rach stated, "You are going to put on a pretty dress and we are going to a bar and we are going to get trashed together for one last time before the year actually gets serious."
I rolled my eyes, "Again, do we HAVE to?"
"I'm sorry, do you have other plans?"
"No, but-"
"That's what I thought. It's Friday night, Andy, let's have some fun."
I sighed, "Okay, fine. But not too drunk, I am NOT cleaning vomit off the carpeted floor again."
Rachel squealed and hugged me, "Yay! We are gonna have so much fun! I have the perfect dress for you."
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Later that day, Rachel handed me the most tiny little dress from her wardrobe.
"Rachel, I'm not wearing something I could fit on a Barbie doll," I laughed at the dress.
"Oh, just try it on," Rachel shoved the dress into my hands.
I slipped into the bathroom and pulled on the dress.
It was black with short, t-shirt style sleeves and a short, loose skirt. It was corseted in the middle. Not to mention a very low cut at the chest area.
I laced up the corset part and looked in the mirror. As revealing as it was, I didn't hate it. I looked kind of hot, actually.
I threw on some black eyeliner and stepped out of the bathroom.
"DAMN Andy," Rachel twirled me around, "You look incredible, babes."
"As do you, Rach, WOW," I marvelled at how good she looked in her red, body-con, strapless dress. She looked hot as FUCK.
Rachel pulled me over to the mirror and we both stood in front of it.
"Look at us," she squeezed my shoulder, "Thanks for coming out tonight, hot stuff."
"Of course, cutie," I hugged her back.
We walked on down to the bar on campus where most people hang out at weekends.
People bring whatever friends or relations come to visit them at the weekends so there's always new people to talk to.
Naturally, the first thing Rach did was order us a round of tequila shots.
Things got hazy at around tequila shot number 6.
My head was dizzy and I had to sit down.
As I collapsed onto a bar stool, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

UNKNOWN: Hey, Andy!! It's Frank :)

I giggled stupidly at the text.

ME: ProfeSssor OreO !! Hiiiii
FRANK: Hiiiii! Big Friday night plans?
ME: in tHe colleGe bAr!!!! Feel fuzzY lol
FRANK: Oh no XD feeling a little tipsy?

"Hey there, girlie," said a man, sliding into the seat beside me.
"One sec," I slurred at him and went back to my conversation with Frank.

ME: a Man talkin to me ;) jealous?

I placed the phone down on the bar and looked up at the man.
"Hey there!" I smiled, feeling my tequila filled stomach lurch slightly.
"You're a pretty one," the man leaned towards me, "How come I haven't seen you around?"
I giggled at him and hiccuped, "I'm a babysitter by night normally."
"A babysitter?" he smirked, touching my leg, "Must be lonely once the kid goes to bed."
I shook my head, "No, 'cause Frank comes home."
"Who's Frank?"
"Mr Oreo!"
"Mr Oreo?" the guy laughed, "What sort of a name-"
"Ier- Oreo- I... Eye- ro... Mr Iero," I managed to spit out.
The guy wheezed, "You're Mr Iero's babysitter?"
I nodded, "Yep!"
"I'd let you be my babysitter," the guy groaned, kissing my neck.
"Stop," I giggled, shaking my head.
"Oh, come on, have some fun," the guy moved his hands higher up on my thighs, underneath my skirt, "Maybe we could find somewhere quieter."
"No, I- I don't want to," I tried to shove him away but he was much bigger than me. One of the asshole gym rat guys, "Get off, you- you shit!"
"Shut up!" the guy thrust himself on me and pressed his lips against mine.
My first instinct was to slap him across the face.
He was shocked.
"Bitch!" he hissed.
I managed to wriggle free and run into the bathroom, locking myself in a stall.
I texted Rachel.

ME: Rach CAn we go pLz
ME: Rach
ME: RACHEL

I kept sending her texts but she wasn't answering. I tried to call but that didn't work either.
So, I texted Frank, who'd just texted me back from earlier.

FRANK: He's a lucky guy :)
ME: Frank I neEd u pLZ help
ME: FRABK
ME: FRANK
FRANK: On my way, are you ok?

With that, my stomach gave an almighty lurch and I got sick in the toilet.
Then, I passed out against the cold porcelain.