More than A Teacher(Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10

Hey guys, I'm sick, so I want to post this very short chapter and go to bed..once I'm out of school I mean. :)

Review, and it'll make me feel better. Love you kittens!

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Shocked, that is my reaction to this dramatic event. Pained, that is what my heart is feeling at this moment in time.

Bastard, damn drunken bastard! He didn't give me a chance to explain...

Music is pounding into my ears. Multi-colored stage lights are flashing brightly in the dim atmosphere, there are people everywhere. Dancing, chatting, flirting, laughing, smiling, happiness... I despise them! I despise them all!

"I can't believe he said that to me!" my mutter went unnoticed, "He didn't let me speak! He just kept drinking away, and acting like a fucking jealous girlfriend who's panties got caught in a bunch! Fuckin' prick!" I'm at the club, my favorite place. People are walking past me, and occasionally a young couple will come my way. They make me want to throw up with their smiles, their holding of the hands, the laughs they share as they rush towards the restrooms, god I wish I had a pistol.

My drink, which I have been clutching in my hands, is raised to my parted lips. I glare at a kissing couple as I take a sip.

"Ugh, oh god what is up with this drink?!" I cringe at the taste and set the glass down on the bar's countertop. God that was awful! The worst drink of my life! "Excuse me, bartender?" I have to yell to get the male's attention, "What is this?" I see his gray eyes look at my drink, then back to lock in with mine.

"It's exactly what you ordered, a Margarita." there are a few strands of dark hair that fall onto his angular face, which he tucks behind his ear instantly, which interrupts his sentence momentarily. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

"Hmn? Oh no, just making sure." God my reply was retarded! Why did I say that? Why was I staring at his hair? Wait, why am I caring to begin with? The bartender's back is turned to another customer, and I take another sip.

So, this is a Margarita. It's a virgin, figures. Heheh, god knows it's been awhile since I've known what it feels like. Ugh! Oh god, why did I drink that again?!

"Hey you." there's a voice speaking to me. It's deep, and familiar, but it's not Sebastian. "Hey, Ciel." I'm now face to face with the owner, it's Claude. A smile is spread across his face. His golden eyes are staring at me.

"What do you want?" I growl at him, this never would have happened if it wasn't for him.

"I wanted to say thanks, for all that you've done for us."

"Us?" Is this man already heavily intoxicated? What the hell does he mean by us?

As if on cue, Alois jumps into appearance , his arms are wrapped Claude's hips, and he greets me with a sweet, "Hello Phantomhive!"

Oh, I get it, he meant with him and Alois.

I glare at my once blonde friend, this also wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for him. A smile is on his deformed lips, and his hand wraps around the other French teacher.

"Hey Claudie?" Oh god! That's it! Someone shoot me! Please, anyone! I'll pay you for it, I'll give you the gun, I'll make it look like a suicide! Just please...get me away from him and that voice, "Could you get me a drink? I'm parched." there's a tint of seductive charm in his voice. His small body rubbed against the other's chest, with one hand placed under the chin on his angular face, the other hidden inside the locks of dark hair.

"Anything for you, my little spider." Claude finally replied and slid his hand against the blonde's face in a caress. I cringed at the sight, as well as the response. Wait...was that suppose to be cute? How could that name be cute to anyone's ears? I mean kitten, that's cute; Sebastian calls me his kitten sometimes. Bunny, that qualifies as cute, but calling someone a spider?That sounds more creepy than anything else. Hmm, you know, when ever Claude is bored of the pet name, I wonder if he'll add 'itsy bitsy' to it to shake things up. That name seems for suitable for Alois, he is an itsy bitsy spider.

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up inside my heart. Out came the pain, and made the spider shout. Out came the love, and mixed in with the pain. And the itsy bitsy spider is satisfied again.

"Two margaritas, please." that annoying monotone voice of the teacher's puts me out of my little nursery rhyme. "So, Sebastian isn't here. Is he?" just the sound of his name brings pain into my heart, "Of course he isn't. If he was, he'd buy you a real Margarita instead of making you drink that...virgin."

"What makes you think it's a virgin?" I ask, the dark haired man adjusts the glasses on his face, before they're fixed on the large scoop of cream in the center of my glass, his facial expression reads "Too easy". "So what? Maybe I asked the bartender to put cream on it, did you think of that? Because with out this, it lacks sweet, just like something else."

He chuckles at me and leans closer to me. "Ciel..." his hot breath is against my ear, and I don't like it, get it away. "Just because I'm not your teacher, doesn't mean I'm not aware that you're a minor." I can't stop the glare from spreading across my face. I can't believe he's acting so smug to me, he should be apologizing for creating this mess. Both of them! They should be miserable, just like I am. They should be feeling just as upset as I am, but worse, because they're to blame for this.

Anger is flooding into my body, and flowing its course in my veins. I bring the glass to my face. With one hand open, I scoop out the cream, and shove all of it into my mouth. Sweet cream, and a hint of bitterness from the drink, dance around my taste buds. I love whipped cream, it has this positive affect on me when I'm in a state such as this. You know like fat girls and chocolate...or cats. The bartender returns, two glasses in his hands, one with cream, and one without.

"I know who you're giving it too." the man said as he set the glasses down.

"Oh you do?" Claude replied with mischief and payed the man.

"Yeah, I do, have a good night." his attention focused on the other customers near us.

I could almost see the lightbulb going off in Claude's narcissistic head. He took the glass with cream close to his face, with two free fingers, he scooped up the cream, and placed them in his mouth. Copy cat!

"Man..fuck you!" I snarl, I don't even care about censoring my words anymore.

"Only on Tuesdays~." that freak of nature purred to me, "Alois is busy on that day." my eyes widen as I cringe again. How the fuck did he know that?! This is your first official date, if I'm correct. You two just hooked up just recently! How could you know that?!

I guess my reaction to this is somehow amusing to him, because those disgusting lips of his are smirking, and a chuckle resonates from inside his throat. "I'm teasing, he's actually booked every Thursday. So, you'll have to wait until then. Ok~" I can't believe this man. If I could, I'd slap him, but I don't want my hand to be contaminated with his filth. He's full out laughing this time. My reaction must really be priceless if he's laughing that much. He eventually does stop, and soon leaves my presence. I can't tell how long it was until I noticed his absence. But when I do, I sigh in relief, and slump into my chair. Good riddins!

The atmosphere in the club changed after the song ended. A loud, ravenous, energetic beat fills the air. The lights begin to flicker multiple flashes of colors. This song...I recognize it! I've heard this song before, but I can't place a finger on where. That was until I heard the first line.

"Oppa Gangam Style!"

My lips form into a smile. Memories are flooding back into my brain. I remember where I heard this song from now. How could I almost forget this? This was when I had the happiest night of my life, this took place in this very club.

This, was Sebastian and I's first date.

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