17 year old Melina Garcia is nothing but trouble. And trouble is all that seems to follow her. When enrolled into a new school, she seems to develop a nemesis; her music theory professor, Mr Armstrong. But what happens when their constant nagging an...
The rest of the day was all one big blur. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened with Mr Armstrong. How could I let that happen? Why did I let that happen? I was taking this game way too far with him and this could not end well if it kept up.
I also had a panic attack when sitting with the boys at lunch. Michael's hand was resting on my thigh comforting me and slid up slightly. At that moment I realized that Mr Armstrong had my panties still. I managed to take Michael's hand off of my thigh by distracting him with a quick kiss, earning wolf whistles from the boys.
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"Babe are you okay? You seemed distant today" Michael asked as he walked back into my room. He decided to come over and see me. I had changed into a pair of sweatpants (making sure to put on underwear) and an Misfits loose crop top.
"Hmm? Oh yeah I'm okay. Just have a lot on my mind" I sent him a small fake smile.
"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" he asked, looking rather hopeful.
"Michael you came over with snacks and we've been binge watching That 70s Show. That's sweet enough for me." I smiled at him.
"I know but I really feel like you're still upset about something and I won't force you to tell me about it but I kinda wish you would just trust m-" I didn't let him finish as I shut him up by kissing him.
He tensed up at first but then relaxed a minute after and embraced me. He deepened the kiss. I let out a moan and Michael's grip on my waist tightened as he made me straddle his lap.
"Mmm Michael" I moaned as he had me basically grinding on his lap.
"Shit Mel" he gasped.
Almost too soon, there was a knock on my door. "Melina? Dinner's almost ready" my aunt Evelyn called. I pushed myself off of Michael's lap and fixed up my hair quickly. Aunt Evelyn opened the door to see Michael and I pretending to be reading our textbooks.
"Oh are you two ready for dinner?" she asked, her eyes lingering on Michael causing me to shoot her a 'what the fuck' look to which she got out of whatever trance she was in.
"Uhm, yeah..." I muttered, confused and jealous as hell. Why was my aunt looking at Michael like that? Was I seeing things?
"Oh and Melina I invited Billie Joe over, I hope that is okay with you" she added making me freeze in my tracks. My aunt didn't seem to notice as she kept walking down the stairs.
Michael however, noticed right away. "Everything okay babe?" he asked me, looking confused.
"Hmm? Oh y-yeah. I mean, I just. He's my least favorite teacher and it's weird that he's seeing my aunt." I lied. I felt terrible. I didn't want to have to face Mr Armstrong more than necessary and the fact that he was basically invading my house made me want to throw up. Well that and along with the fact that I was lying to Michael. God I am a slut.
I wanted to hurt myself over this. Michael was upset with me because he thought I didn't trust him but there was no way in hell I could tell him why I was upset. He'd never talk to me again.
"I know babe, it's weird seeing teachers outside of school and I can't imagine how you feel about your teacher and aunt seeing each other. But hey, I'm with you here and we can leave whenever you get too uncomfortable, alright?" he persuaded.
"Okay, thank you Michael." I smiled softly and pressed a kiss on his lips as we reached the bottom of the stairs. We pulled away once I heard someone clear their throat.
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Oh of course.
"Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically. Mr Armstrong looked as if he was biting back a smart comment and the look on his face made me realize I was in a world of trouble.
"Not at all, I was just wondering how long you two were going to be" he smirked slightly. Michael laughed at this slightly and walked on in into the dinning room. I followed behind but was stopped by Mr Armstrong.
"Baby girl, you look so good" he whispered in my ear, making me shiver.
"What are you doing?" I whispered back as I felt his fingers run down my lower back.
"Trying so hard not to take you right here, right now" he replied. I felt heat grow between my legs.
"You're disgusting. Your date aka my aunt is in the next room and your touching her niece like it's nothing" I tried to distract myself from his touch as we headed into the dinning room. He stopped me before we entered.
"Well your boy toy is in there waiting on you but yet here you are with me. Come on babe, you should end this little game of yours and just come on over to daddy" he purred in my ear and I felt my world stop. I should have felt disgusted. I should have slapped him. But I wanted him. And that was the most fucked up thing ever. What was wrong with me?
"If you're expecting me to just come running into your arms or some stupid shit like that, it's going to take a lot more than that... daddy" I smirked at him as I saw his eyes widen when I repeated the word 'daddy'.
This was going to be a long ass dinner and I just wanted to be six feet under.
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A/N: Sorry if this chapter sucked, I'm trying to find inspiration but have been having a hard time with life lately :/
But anyway, let me know what you think? Thanks babes!
