K's Kollection

Teacher's Pet

Chapter Summary: You are a TA for Kamala's class, and you decide to get out of your duties for the night. Shenanigans ensue. (This is just an excuse to write more smut.)

"I'm sorry, but I can't go out tonight. I have to help with grades," I explain to my friends.

"I think, Professor, I will survive a couple of hours without you," My friend Jasmine says, pulling on my arm slightly. 

"Please! We haven't gone clubbing in ages!" Lila exclaims

"I'll call and ask," I say a bit reluctantly. 

That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew these two wouldn't let it rest until I did. I pull my phone from my back pocket to call my professor. I barely had to wait for the first ring to finish before she answered. 

She picks up on the second ring, "Hello (y/n), " 

"Hello, Professor Harris," I say. 

"You must be around other people if you're calling me, "Professor Harris." What do you need? Are you still coming by the office?" Kamala says

"That was something I wanted to talk to you about," I reply, "Could I take a rain check tonight?"

"Why, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Professor Harris asks. Her voice is laced with concern, and I hate that I'm about to take advantage of it. 

"No, actually, I am not," I lie.

 I bite my lip, not knowing why I would lie over something like this. I guess I didn't want to seem immature for asking to go to the club with friends rather than do the duties that I was getting paid for. 

"I'm sorry to hear that. Are you okay to be by yourself? Are the people you around available to take care of you,"

I take a glance at my friends and watch as they down their pre-game shots. 

"Yeah, I think so. I'll be fine," I say. 

"You are more than welcome to take up an empty bed here if you need to," She offers. 

"No, thank you, I'm okay. I appreciate the offer, though," I say, hoping she won't hear any dishonesty in my voice. 

"Of course. Call me tomorrow if you still need some time. The grades aren't due for a couple of days anyway,"

"Yes, professor. Thank you, professor,"

"Feel better, darling," 

My stomach somersaults the sound of her calling me darling. I blush as I thank Kamala and end the call. The feeling of guilt hangs in the air as I realize what I just did. 

"What's the verdict, teacher's pet?" Jasmine asks 

"I told you to stop calling me that," I say to Jasmine. 

I'm already overstimulated by the time we get to the club. Lila and Jasmine invited more people to the apartment, and those people invited people. By the time everyone had gotten ready and finished pre-gaming, we had a group of 12 people. 

The club's music bounced off the wall, and I recognized the DJ playing one of the latest hits. I make a beeline to the bar and try not to focus on how my heels stick to the floor because of how sticky the club floor is. 

I order a tequila shot to help dull my nerves. I don't know why I even agreed to come to this anyway.  Lila spots me at the bar and drags me to the part of the dance floor where our group is. At first, I was just swaying to the music, but as the alcohol started to kick in, I started to enjoy myself. Maybe this night was what I needed. I lose myself in the music, my body swaying to and fro, and my stress melts away.