Mr. Rutherford

chapter one. : drunk and romantic.

"Hey," a sweet, angelic voice said from behind me.

  I had just ordered another drink and was about to go search for my best friend.

I turned around to face the voice that got my attention to see a tall, lanky boy with dark hair. Tattoos covered his entire body.

I was already interested in his careless look.

"Hey," I said back with a smirk on my face, my lips locking around the straw in my drink.

The angelic voice asked me to dance and I instantly obliged, taking the hand he was holding out for me.

The night was filled with intimate dancing and sensual whispers. The whole room had disappeared around us, and I had completely forgot to look for my friend.

Time had passed quickly and the mysterious boy with tattoos, who I had yet to learn his name, politely invited me to his home. Intoxicated and addicted to his touch, I happily said yes.

Stumbling into his apartment many giggles and a long car ride later, I fell into his arms, his lips meeting mine. We barely made it into the door.

"Violet!" my friend Jade said snapping me out of my trance-like memory from this past weekend. "Have you heard?" she practically screamed.

"Heard what?" I asked in a tired voice rubbing my hands over my face being careful enough not to smudge my eye makeup.

We were sitting in the cold, white choir room waiting for Mr. Green to show up, and I still hadn't fully recovered from my whole weekend of drinking.

"We have a new choir teacher because apparently Mr. Green got caught with some girl from Westbrook," she rambled on and on while I tuned her out, looking all around the room. "Have you seen him yet? He's so hot!"

I shook my head pulling my cellphone out of my pocket to see if I had any new messages half hoping the guy from Saturday would have messaged me by now, but I wasn't really expecting anything.

  I heard a shrill squeal come from Jade, and I glared at her. "Chill out, dude. It's too early for that."

  Jade is one of those friends you accidentally make during class, but you don't want to be mean and tell her to fuck off.  Don't get me wrong.  She can be sweet but very annoying. She always asks me to hang out with her out of school, but I always make up an excuse to why I can't.

  Unaffected by what I just told her, she bounced up and down in her seat hitting my thigh. "Look! There he is!" she squealed again.

  The whole room became quiet when they saw what everyone expected to be the new choir teacher walk in. Quiet voices mumbled around the room as he made his way to the middle of the room.

  My heart race increased and I clutched onto my seat to pull myself more upright as I realized who this man was.

  Oh, no. It can't be.

  The mysterious man from Saturday scanned the room until his eyes met mine, and his mouth parted slightly in just as much shock as me.

  I felt Jade's eyes pierce into me when she noticed him staring at me.

  He cleared his throat nervously and looked down at the ground fidgeting with his hands before looking back up, looking me straight in the eyes. "Well, I'm Mr. Rutherford, and I'm the new choir teacher."