Yes, Sir || B.J.A.

-thirteen-

It took me longer than I would like to admit before I noticed that Mr Armstrong was not actually taking me home.

"Kidnapping? Really? Are you even a legitimate teacher?" I asked unimpressed. He just laughed at me. 

"It's just you and I y'know. You don't have to act so tough around me all the time." he chuckled. I rolled my eyes at this. 

"I'm not acting tough around you y'know," I mocked him. "I really just don't like you" 

"Really? Cause that's not the impression I got when you were begging me for more" he taunted me back. Don't blush Melina, don't blush. 

He smirked. Dammit.

Moments later he parked and cut the ignition. He got out of the car and walked around to my side and opened the door for me. I muttered a 'thank you' in response. 

I felt a vibration in my pocket. I checked it to see my phone going off. I had a text from Michael. 

"Hey babe, didn't know you weren't coming to school today. :( Want me to come visit you later?" 

I quickly replied. "Sorry Mikey I woke up with a really bad stomach flu and have been throwing up :( I'll see if I'm feeling better later and that'd be great" 

I felt like such a bitch lying to him. Mr Armstrong sensed my sudden mood change. "You alright?" 

"No, I'm not alright," I snapped. "I have to constantly lie to Michael because I'm sneaking around with you! You! The guy who's sleeping with my aunt for fuck sakes! What do you want from me huh?" I shouldn't be yelling at him. This is as much my fault as it is his and dammit I need answers. 

"I'm not sleeping with your aunt" he spoke up. 

My eyes widened at his tone. I kept quiet cause I didn't know if he was going to continue or not. 

"I ran into her at a bar one night. She came on to me and looked a little down so I figured what the hell, may as well talk to her. She told me how she had taken in her little truant of a niece who turned out to be you. When I realized you were messing around with Michael, I knew I could get to you if you thought I was messing around with your aunt. You can call me crazy and disgusting all you want but I only did it so I could see you more. I'm sorry okay?" he looked beaten down and so sad. I was in a state of shock (A/N: hah). 

"I-I... I don't really know what to say" I stuttered out. I was so torn right now. I've never had anyone say anything about me like that. 

"That's okay, I get it. But you gotta understand that I'm not giving you up babe. I didn't expect this to happen but I'm so glad it did" he smiled slightly. 

I blushed at his words. "Mr Armstrong I-"

"We're not at school anymore Mel, my name is Billie Joe." he spoke softly. His two fingers came under my chin and tilted my face up so I was looking at him. 

"Billie Joe," I tested his name out on my lips. "I don't know what to say. I-I well fuck, why are you so good with words?" I sighed making him laugh softly. 

"Kiss me" he whispered. I didn't hesitate.

. . .

A couple of hours had passed before Billie Joe had to take me home. He protested, saying he was too comfortable cuddling with me on the couch but if my aunt Evelyn found out about me not being at school or at home, she would be royally pissed. And for her to find me at her "boyfriend's" house, that would not end well.

I had just showered and decided to work on my art project when my phone started going off. It was Michael. I let out a shaky breath and answered it.