It's Just A Class

Chapter 10

☆Aleah's Pov☆

I really don't know what to think right now. What Jordan did, when she kissed my ear, just thinkjng about it sends a shiver down my spine. It was hot. Inappropriate, but still hot. I think that's what makes it, her, so...sexy.

But when she pulled away and left, that kinda hurt. And it shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let her get in my space so much. She just makes me so weak.

I left the school 10 minutes after she did, feeling like a zombie the whole time packing my things. I definitely need a drink after that. And as much as I shouldn't, I'm going to find myself sitting at a bar, head on the counter, with Jordan standing on the other side fixing me the strongest crown & coke she can. And pray I don't go home with her.

Going home with her... Fuck. She basically asked me on a date, I said yes, and it's on Saturday. I almost slam my head into the door to my room and groan.

I change out of my work clothes into looser, still formal clothing. I don't want to roll up to the bar on sweats, though that sounds lovely. I slide into a pair of dark blue jeans and a maroon sweater with a pair of black hi top vans.

I sit at my usual spot at my kitchen island, to grade papers. This time, I look at Jordan's paper first, and hang it next to the one from yesterday on the fridge. And the other, I get through quickly. It's around 6:30 pm once I'm done grading. It's not as annoying today, but that's probably because I have plans after.

I grab my keys, a jacket, and head out the door. I let the car run for a few minutes while deciding music, I turn on 'My Oh My' By Camilla Cabello. Such an attractive song might I add. Once my music is playing, I pull up the bar in my GPS, I haven't been there before so not sure how to get there.

I jam out in the car, but deep down, I'm nervous to see her again. I'm afraid I'm going to get absolutely wasted and make her take care of me.. Which doesn't sound bad. But she's still my student! I mentally slap myself for that thought as I pull into a parking spot at the relatively small bar. It's an old brick building, not sure how long it's been here but it's still in good shape.

I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to walk into this bar. Rock music plays loudly over speakers placed in every corner of the room. It's not too loud though, 'Hail To The King's By Avenged Sevenfold is currently playing.

The bar is centered to the room, bottles line glass shelves mounted to the wall. Everything is perfectly clean, and not too busy. As I continue to inspect the counter from the door, I spot Jordan talking with a group of customers while fixing their drinks. I didn't know bartending could be so attractive...

She wearing a black button up shirt with the bar logo on the left side of her chest, with what I'm assuming is black skinny jeans, with her fire red hair pulled back into a bun. She's not alone behind the counter, a man around my age is working nearby and is watching me at the door. I take that as my cue to approach the bar.

"What can I start you off with?" The man smiles at me. By the time he asks, Jordan is finished with the group and is now wiping the counter. And the spot she is wipping down has a bottle of peach crown sitting next to her.

I smile back at him, then look at Jordan, "I think I would like her to take my order, please." I say, making Jordan look up, slowly, to see who was talking. Then she makes eye contact with me.

"No worries love" He says, then looks at Jordan, "You got an admirer kid."

"It appears that I do," She smirks at me as I sit in front of her station, "I didn't think you were going to stop bye."

"I almost didn't," I say truthfully, " but it's kinda hard to stay away from you, and from a place with so much alcohol."

That gets a laugh from her, "Peach crown alright?" I nod in response so she starts putting ice in a shaker, with equal parts of Crown Royal and Coke, but then she pulls out a muddle and pestle and starts smashing cherries to put in the shaker. I watch as she mixes my drink, the way I can see her toned arms and core through her shirt.