Hot For Teacher... (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Four- I Smoke Weed.. With My Teacher?....

Okay so the song over there--------------------> is Destroy Everything You Touch by Ladytron, because I was listening to it while writing and it makes me smile so I hope you enjoy it like I do :).  And I guess the best comment by the time I update this story gets a dedication? Or if your comment stands out to me I'll pick it. SOOO please comment and get that sexy dedication. (whispers) I trust you.....

Oh and also... Young readers, this chappy is kinda... Graphic.. So please be warned..

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(Matthew)

    "Why can't you go home??" I feel panic settle into my body, I shouldn't have said that. Oh god what if he finds out! "And why do you have a bruise on your cheek?" Trying to quickly improvise on what to say I come up with a reasonable scenario,

    "I face-planted on my board earlier and hit my cheek pretty hard, and I uh- can't go home because I told my parents that I wasn't coming home tonight so the door is locked and they're probably already asleep, I mean i-it is like two in the morning... So you can just go home or whatever and I'll be fine out here till tomorrow." He stands up as I put the joint out and tells me,

    "Nonesense, it wouldn't be responsible to just leave you out here like this. It's dangerous out here at night. This isn't a very good neighborhood. If you want you can come over to my place and crash out on the couch till you can go home. I got some more pot, is it weird to smoke pot with your teacher?... Oh well, you're a friend out of class. But we can do that, I don't want you to have to be out here alone." I look down at the ground mumbling to him that he doesn't have to do that but he just pulls me off the ground.

    He directs me to his car which is some sort of... Really nice? I honestly don't know what the fuck it is but it's black and pretty nice. He opens the passenger door for me, making me silently blush as I step in, completely ignoring the fact that there is a seat belt. 

    Once he gets in the drivers side, turns the car on and the radio automatically plays Under the Bridge by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Driving away Kellin asks me, "Why did you have that razor Matthew?" I rub my jacket sleeves together in my lap, looking straight down.

    "It wasn't for what you think it was for..." I mumble to him, "Holding it helps me think, and I was thinking about a lot when you scared the shit out of me. When I was saying not to rape me I was serious, so seriously. Do not rape me."

    "Well you're in luck then cuz I wasn't going to do it anyways." he replies with a toothy grin and that's when I realize what he's wearing.

    He's in complete stoner clothes (if you basically wanna label it, which I don't like doing so I don't know why I did it here) he has on a Sublime shirt with the sun on it from the album cover of 40. oz to Freedom and black shredded skinnies that fit him perfectly, He is wearing his usual Yin-Yang necklace and another one with a black strap that is a square of stone painted to look Rasta and has some sort of tribal mark carved into it.

    He has multiple Rasta bracelets and is wearing red converse and a green beanie that hangs off the back of his head, he has a nose ring in and an eyebrow piercing. It looks good on him, I think this is how he dresses but just a little more than usual. 

    He notices me looking at his clothes and he says, "Oh yeah I'm a little dressed up, me and my friend Miri just went to a concert tonight, I was on my way back home from it when I found you. I'm lucky actually cuz I needed something to do, I'm far from tired and all I have to do at home is listen to music and get baked, but I wanted to listen to music and get baked with a friend so... HOORAY!"

    I grin at him and ask in my usual quiet voice "That's cool, who did you see in concert?"

    "311 and Slightly Stoopid.."