The Teacher

6: WREN

There's nothing that says I'm hurt more than getting wasted at your ex-boyfriend's wedding. I told myself I would only have two drinks at the reception. I wasn't going to make a fool of myself. I was going to congratulate the married couple and mingle. Never once did I congratulate, but I've been mingling.

No, I've been shaking my ass nonstop to the music. I've been downing every drink that came my way. Yiyi and I are having a blast. We even hit it off with a few of the women here. None I've ever seen before—they are from her side, not Richard's. With just how over-the-top—expensive this wedding is, I didn't think I would find anyone here I like besides Yiyi.

Lily, Deborah, and Yesenia are fantastic. They are a few years older than me but have a young and free spirit.

We danced non-stop, and finally, the DJ played some country song—our cue to sit down.

"I think I'm going to call it a night." I say, looking around the table. The ladies groan, telling me the night is still young, and so am I.

"But if you want to leave," Yiyi starts to look around. "Let me find my date so we can go."

"No, you stay. I'll be—"

"Fuck me! Let's dance." Deborah says as Big Sean's A$$ starts to play. I watch as they all run to the dance floor. I wasn't going to get up, I wasn't going to shake my ass this time, but I realized this is the remix, and I just love the Nicki Minja part. I'm up on my feet and moving to the dance floor.

Last song, I tell myself.

Last time I will shake ass for the night.

The ladies cheer me, but then they get a little louder, and I put a little more effort into it. But I feel a presence behind me, so a man finally dares to approach me. Taking a subtle step back, I continue to twerk until I feel fabric, and then I start to grind on him—shit, I hope it's a him.

A large hand rests on my waist—yes, it's a man.

Standing up straight. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his neck. Damn, he is tall. I feel his breath tickle my ear—then it's like cold water was poured on me. Did he just—it can't be. I turn around instantly.

"Mr. S-St-Styrke." I lick my lips.

What the hell is he doing here? Wow. He looks sex worthy in that suit. The top two buttons are undone, and I see ink on his chest. He has tattoos. I wonder what they look like. Does he have a lot? Do they have meaning to them?

Before he could respond, the man Yiyi had introduced to me earlier as her cousin stood next to Skylar. He throws his arm over Skylar's shoulder. Okay, Skylar isn't stalking me. He knows people here, too. I lick my lips again and step back—it is time to go home. I give Yiyi a glance and subtly tilt my head towards the exit.

"Aaron, who is this?" Yiyi asks, drawing attention to herself. I move quickly, snatching my clutch off the table and quickly exiting. I hope he doesn't try to file a complaint against me with the school. Working at Ellington Prep Academy means you are dealing with children of wealthy and powerful parents. Any little complaint can have a teacher out of a job. I try to stay upright as I walk out of the venue and down the cobblestone steps.

I came with Yiyi and her date, and I wish I hadn't.

Fuck.

I look around and spot two cars—it must be the taxi station. Moving as quickly as possible while trying not to look like a drunken mess was challenging. A challenge I accepted. A young teen smiles as I approach. I tell him I need a taxi and fast. He nods, looking around before calling an older gentleman over who was eating. The older man smiled at me and headed to a car. Tossing his bag of chips in the nearby bushes, he pulled out black gloves and put them on. The sirens are going off in my head, and I step back.