The Woman at the Bar ➳ Dinah Jane

seven

I took another drag before turning around to see the figure standing behind me. I blew out the smoke towards her, "Yeah, Yeah."

She walked further into the light so I could see her. Ms. Hansen. The woman I've been trying to avoid. Hell, I've been trying to avoid everyone, to be honest.

She sat down beside me and took the cigarette away to get a drag for herself and blow it out after completely inhaling. "Didn't anyone tell you that smoking is bad for you?"

"Obviously no one told you." I retorted grabbing my cigarette back. She smiled, "I'm an adult which means I can do what I want."

"You're only older than me by a few years. You were basically doing what I was doing then, too. I bet."

She shook her head, "No, unlike you I was a good kid."

"Wow, you sure could've fooled me." I mocked in her direction.

It got quiet and I inhaled another hit of the cig to let the tobacco dance on my tongue. I just stared out into the beautiful stars above.

She sighed breaking the deafening silence, "So, why haven't you been to school?"

I shrugged, "Sometimes it's just not my thing."

"Education isn't your thing? Wow, you've got a rough life ahead of you." She joked.

"Don't do that. Don't try to be all funny okay. I just can't focus right now." I admitted taking a quick hit again.

She grabbed the cig and took her own hit, "You and me both."

If only she knew why I couldn't focus. It's because all my attention is on her. With the occasional thoughts about Zane. But nothing compares to what mental extremities she's put me through. Ever since that day in the storage closet, all I can think about is her and what I did wrong. What did I do wrong? Did I hurt her? Did I make her uncomfortable. No, I didn't. I treated her like a queen in that room and she told me to fuck off. So, why can't I get her out of my mind if she wants nothing to do with me? I don't know. And I'm still willing to figure that out.

"You look good tonight." She quietly said looking in my direction.

I met her eyes to see the pleading in them. Almost as if she mentally was trying to tell me she was sorry.

"Thanks. You don't look half bad wearing normal clothes, either."

She giggled and slightly tugged down on her shirt, "You don't think a skirt and button up is normal?"

"It's hot but not normal." I laughed putting out the cig and squashing the bud with the back of my shoe.

We shared a laugh and that's when she said it, "You know if we were to ever try what we did that night again, it can't mean anything at all. We can't be together. You know that, right?"

I nodded regrettably knowing its the truth. I can't get involved with my teacher. Even though she's amazingly beautiful and I'm sure her personality is just as great as I think it is, there's no way that a relationship like that would work out.

"I know." My voice was quiet.

Ms. Hansen used her fingers to turn my head to her. When my eyes met hers, I was stunned. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine to slowly move them. When she pulled away, she smirked.

"Take me back to yours." Her voice almost demanding with a sensual sound.

"I don't have my car with me." I replied feeling a sensation start to form in my stomach.

Ms. Hansen pulled her keys out of her pocket and put them in my lap, "Now you have no choice. Take me home with you."

I smirked at her, "You're lucky my parents aren't home and that you're extremely hot when you tell me what to do."