The Drama With My Drama Teacher

The Name Game

The Name Game

"So where are we going?" I ask Mr Williams, twisting my body to look at him from the passenger seat. He's staring at the road, with a content look on his face. He's not smiling, he's probably worrying about the consequences of having me in his car.

"It's a surprise" He tells me simply and I laugh.

"Well now you definitely sound like a serial killer" I tell him and he chuckles "No but really is it somewhere fun? Am I dressed appropriately?"

I've already changed out of my Santa outfit. Thankfully, when I was shopping with Mark earlier, I picked up a velvet navy blue dress that clings to my curves and has long sleeves.

I kept my Santa heels on but the socks clashed horribly so I had to take them off, meaning my legs are bare. I'm glad I shaved, but in the Winter air I'm freezing- especially since I don't have a jacket.

"Considering you're in a car with your teacher I definitely would not consider that dress appropriate. But if you must know we're going to the best cake shop I know, so yes, what you're wearing is fine" He tells me and I squeal.

"We're getting cake?!" I cheer "I love cake! Do they have red velvet?"

"Of course" Mr Williams tells me and I grin. He slides a glance at me, and notices the goosebumps visible on my legs. "You're shivering. Are you cold or just nervous?"

Mr Williams slides another glance at me, a cheeky smirk on his face. My face breaks into a smile and I raise an eyebrow coyly. "I'm never nervous" I reply confidently "But I am a little cold"

Reaching forwards to mess with some of the buttons on the dashboard, Mr Williams turns up the heat in the car. "Is that better?"

"A little, but it's okay I have one of Mark's jackets in my bag-!" I begin, leaning forwards to reach for it, as my bag is beside my feet.

A hand reaches onto my leg to stop me.

I think Mr Williams forgot that I didn't have anything on my legs. His hand touches my bare flesh and I gasp slightly at the way my heart rate quickens.

When Mr Howard did this I wanted to throw up. But with Mr Williams I want his hand to go further up my leg- something I've never wanted anyone to do to me before.

I lean back up and look at Mr Williams. We've stopped at traffic lights, and he removes his hand from my thigh to put the handbrake on. "There's one of my jackets in the back seat" Mr Williams announces, and he reaches through the gap in the two front seats.

As he pulls the jacket through, his face moves dangerously close to mine, and he slows down for a moment, his eyes staring deep into mine.

But then he clears his throat and drops the jacket in my lap, and begins driving again as the light changes from red to green.

"Why do I need your jacket?" I say, my voice full of mirth "What's wrong with Mark's jacket?"

I see Mr Williams grip on the steering wheel tighten at the mention of Mark's name. I smirk "There's nothing wrong with it. But you keep insisting he's not your boyfriend, but then you want to wear his jacket?"

"Does that bother you?" I ask him, inhaling the smell of his jacket by bringing it to my face. He smells so good. I could eat cake, but I'd much rather eat him- especially if he smells this delicious.

"Why would Mark bother me?" Mr Williams asks, and we pull up in a car park. It's dark outside, but I can see the neon lights of the cake shop beckoning us inside.