Her Teacher

Chapter 26

"So she's taking you out. What's the problem?"

"Well we haven't talked for a little while."

"Lexa my friend." If she was here I can imagine her rolling her eyes. "Every couple goes through their own arguments, some are petty and others well who knows. What's important is getting back from that and not holding onto stuff. Forgiveness is very important because if you can't move past their mistakes then why are you with them?"

She has a point.

I need to stop overthinking and just enjoy. This is what I wanted after all. We hang up and I prepare myself.

Staring in the mirror my grandmother enters the room with a smile. "Looking beautiful. She's waiting." I meet her eyes in the mirror. "If you don't want to go, she will understand."

"No I want to. This just feels serious."

"Tell her your concerns." She pats my back. "Now hurry up, she's a woman...waiting is not an option."

Breathing in and out I step into the room to find her chatting up my grandmother. They seem to be getting closer just like when they first met. And oh my goodness, what is she wearing? Thought we were going to a family diner. Those shoes don't scream family to me.

"We can go now."

She smiles and says goodbye to grand mom. Oh, acting like a saint I see.

In her car. She doesn't start the car as her eyes keep looking at me. it's just a leather skirt paired with white sneakers.

"I can't seem to think with you looking like that." Oh yeah, tell me more. "Did I tell you how much I like you in skirts?" her finger makes tiny cycles on my knee. Trailing up as she leans over. Burring her face in the crock of my neck.

Goosebumps.

Oh she is making my life hard, because I will get hard if this goes on. "We should go, I don't want to be late." Her chuckle has me biting my lip hard. Thank goodness she pulls back.

"Fuck, tell me about your day." Stepping on the gas. We accelerate through the road. One hand on the wheel while the other keeps playing with her hair. Smoothing it out. it's like a subtle version of her running her hands in her hair.

"So you saying Costia wants you?" what? Did I say that? Damn I thought she wasn't even paying attention.

"She does like me. But that's not important. I was talking about Echo."

"Yeah that she's coming to visit over the weekend." Her tone soft. "Have you gone through your math?"

"Math is boring."

"Boring or not, you need to do better tomorrow.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. Tonight I just want to have fun. No more talk about school." Her hand grips my thigh. Moving higher she's able to brush my penis. "Are we not there yet?"

"Why, want to get away from me so soon?"

"Just asking."

"My mom's house is ten minutes away from here." We keep driving until she packs outside a gated house. She keeps her hand on my thigh as a man comes to her window and peers inside. He says his greetings to Clarke and heads back to open the gate.

This place is huge. So she comes from money. "Nice house."

"Um. You wanted to know why I invited you right." Strange that she's asking now. Looking at me. "Let's test how ready you are for reality."

"Clarke I don't want to fight about this, if you don't want to date then tell me and I'll back off." I'm getting upset over this again. She grips my thigh harder I am forced to look at her. Maybe that was the point because she loosens her grip.

"I'm in this if you are." I shake my head she rises an eyebrow. Rolling my eyes at her. "Say it."

"Clarke..." she bits my bottom lip slowly. Pulls back like nothing. "I have been in all the way, I told you this before. I want everything with you." I lean towards her she watches as I am about to kiss her.

Knock, knock.

On the window. We both look at her side of the window and a blonde woman is standing there with a frown. "Fucking hell, couldn't she stay in the house?" Clarke opens the door and I do the same.

"Mother couldn't you wait for us to walk into the house."

"You were taking your time," her mother says looking in my direction. I smile at her and she just stares at me.

Walking towards me with her mother by her side, I feel my hands sweat. This woman doesn't seem to like me. "With reason. Mom this is Lexa, Lexa meet Abby."

"Pleasure meeting you ma'am,"

"How lovely for Clarke to bring a friend, for a second I thought it was the other brunette." Oh boy. This will be a long night.

Who gives a damn about this woman? "Clearly I'm not. But I'm guessing 70% of the world's brunette population can be confusing." I am not the one to talk smack to unless you are Clarke I could care less.

"We are up to a good start." Clarke grabs my hand and leads the way.

Inside I lose her to her cousin and I am stuck alone lone looking pictures on the wall. It's like a gallery. There are multiple ones with Clarke and her father who died years back. Her with friends, I can recognize Octavia and raven and some other girls.

Every graduation and achievement is on this wall. It should be written Clarke's wall.

Ken is her mother's boyfriend. He seems cool. He gets a drink and walks to the dining area has diner is about to begin. Abby makes eye contact with me throughout diner and I think everyone notices because they try too hard to get her attention.

"How old are you?" right on the bullseye.

"Mom?" Clarke hisses. The table goes quiet and I feel like I'm about to present in front of the class.

"What? Didn't you bring her for us to know her." She goes back to eating. "Fine how do you feel about my daughter because you look really young, what job do you do?"

I feel Clarke's hand sliding on my thigh and I nicely move it off because this is the wrong place to get horny. Her touch is like fire.

"I'm not working and yes I am younger than..."

"So you must live with your parents then?"

"My mother to be specific. Though I only came here..." because I am a trouble maker. "Polis is my home."

"So..."

"Mother please. Enough." Clarke looked irritated. She slid her hand in mine and smiled. "Don't worry, mother is just protective."

When I think it's the only interaction I will have from her she leans over and kisses my neck. My face is Red has I am sitting across from Abby. And was that the tip of her tongue? I'll pass out, oh shit...stop moving. Glancing down, I don't like where this is going.