Not Your Cinderella

Chapter 6- Yes Professor?

Jake's POV:

We return to the house as my dad starts the bonfire. Everyone is sitting around it. I scan the crowd silently looking for my daughter. "Mom, where's Issy?" I say frantically. 

"Jake, she's in bed. You look like you saw a ghost!" Mom says laughing. 

"I'm gonna go check on her. Tasha, come with me?" She nods and follows me. I get to Issy's doorway and her room is illuminated by the one small pink night light in the corner. I go tuck her in and give her a good night kiss. Tasha leans on the door frame. 

"What?"

"You are so cute with her." I smile and grab her hand leading her back out to the bonfire. 

"TASHA!" Browdy yells drunk. 

"Yes Professor?" She says sarcastically.  

"Ew, I'm on vacation don't call me that. It's Browdy to you. Now have a drink," he says handing her a wine cooler. 

"This is so fucking weird," she whispers in my ear. 

"You're the one who is dating your professor's assistant."

"Whatever," she says giggling as she drinks her drink.

A few hours later she's sitting by my girl cousins and she is completely drunk. The girls all sit on on bench giggling. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my neck. I look up and see Chrissy. 

"What the fuck!" I yell at her. I see Tasha look up and she grows angry, I can just tell by the face she's making.

"Jake, I missed you. I missed being in your arms, please Jakey take me back!" She begs pathetically.

"Excuse me, but could you get your nasty ass away from my boyfriend," Tasha says standing beside me with her hands on her hips glaring at Chrissy. Browdy snaps a picture of her, secretly. He's such an idiot. 

"Who do you think you are?" Chrissy yells back. 

"A better person than you I can tell you that!"

"I'm sure. Jakey, don't you miss what we had? The things I did for you?" Chrissy says stepping toward me. Everyone around the fire just stares at us, no one does anything. Sometimes I hate this family. 

"Hunny, he told me I'm way better in bed, so you can shut up!" Tasha yells. I smirk, this girl not only is feisty when she drinks, but also a great liar. My  mom gasps and I'm pretty sure Browdy does too. 

"Chrissy before you embarrass yourself more, that's enough!" Mom yells. 

"If you don't leave now I'll call the sheriff!" Dad yells. 

"Fine, but this isn't over!" She yells. 

"Fine by me. I can take you!" Tasha yells back at her. Chrissy walks to her car and drives away. Tasha laughs. 

"I like you drunk babe," I whisper to her. 

"Shut up Jake! I'm a great liar!" She says with a smile and my mom sends me a look of relief. 

"Whatever you say." 

"Gosh that whore give me a headache!" 

"Let's get you to bed."

"Fine."

We say our good nights and go inside. We get in my room and she gives me a look. "What?" 

"This room is like your childhood. It's weird," she whispers. 

"Just change and come lay with me." I try not to make her uncomfortable, but the alcohol coursing through her veins makes her confident. She takes off the short and top she had on and throws on a tank top. She sinks into me laying her head on my chest. I rub her back and feel her breathing casually grows slower. Nothing can get better than having her in my bed. I lay staring out the window, when I hear the door open.