Oh, Professor (On hold)

Chapter 1- Professor Crawford

 The steaming heat coming from the silk pink bed spread smelled like a mix of Professor's cologne and the downy I often smelled when walking too close to him. Our moans began to blend together as the feel of him slowly made its way through all of my body. "Oh, Professor." I moaned. His tousled brown hair was damped with sweat, and his blue eyes locked on mine, his chiseled body screamed want. 

He began speeding up, penetrating me like there was no tomorrow. My moans grew louder and he sought to quiet me by softly biting down on my bottom lip, then suddenly, right before climax-

"Get up! Your gonna make me late you piece-a-shit!" Screamed my brother Gabe. 

My eyes could barely open with the sun from my window lighting up the entire room. I blinked twice before realizing Gabe was standing over me, fully pissed, his eyebrows arching downward. Dissapointment soared through me.

"Close the window! I'm up." I whined. 

"No! I woke you up 10 minutes ago and you said the same thing." He complained. He dragged my sheets off me and walked out of my room angry. Jeez, the temper on that kid. You would think he was older than I am, the way he treats me, but he's only 13. 

I sat up in the bed and rubbed my eyes a couple times before looking at the clock. Shit! 

It's already 8 o clock! I have to be at school by 8:30 and Gabe had to be there, well...now. 

I ran to the shower, tripping and bumping into the wall a couple times before swinging the bathroom door open to see a fat round ass staring at me. 

"Ahh! Dad!" I yelled in disgust. 

"Sweetie. Don't you knock before you kick doors open like that?" 

"There is a lock you can turn on the door Dad! There was no reason for me to see your ass just now!" I commented staring at the closed bathroom door infuriated. I folded my arms and leaned my back against the wall waiting for him to finish up. 

"Asia! Hurry up! I'm late already!" I heard Gabe's voice from upstairs. 

"Hold on! Dad just mooned me!" I yelled back. I heard Dad's chuckle through the bathroom door before the toilet was flushed. 

"Is your pants up?" I asked through the door. 

"Mhm." He assured. I bashed the bathroom door open again and pushed him out before he could wash his hands.

"Wash them in the kitchen sink." I said locking the door behind me. I slipped out of my shirt and PJ pants, and then tried unhooking my bra from the back. It never works, I swear. 

"Ok. I'll make you breakfast." Dad said walking down stairs. 

"If you so much as touch my spoon with your piss hands, you are done for."

I quickly took my shower, straightened my hair, and by the time I found a nice outfit, it was already 9. I grabbed the car keys and ran downstairs, already apologizing. We were always late anyway, and it was always my fault. 

Except for that time I sneaked a laxitive in Gabe's dinner. It didn't go in effect until morning which were not my intentions. 

"I'm sorry, Gabe." 

"Whatever." He answered. 

My eyes were barely on the road as we drove down the familiar path to Chambers High School. I could drive there in my sleep; after all I have only been attending here for three years. Three glorious years of high school, where I was Queen and everyone who is anyone was a part of my palace. 

I had a lot of friends, well, a lot of friends who follow me around, drawn to me only by my confidence and the mere fact that my parents were some what wealthy. I had friends for the wrong reasons to simplify it.