Ambitious Lies (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

BEEP 

BEEP

BEEP

My hand shot out, picked up the alarm clock and threw it against the wall, ending the sound quite nicely. The sound vibrated through my head as a combination of light and loud noise reminded me of my excruciating hangover. How can drinking produce this much pain! Looking at my phone through half closed eyes, I realise the time. 

OH SHIT. 

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Rushing into class after twenty three minutes and some almost law breaking driving from Stan, I come face to face with Mr Hunter. 

“Your late” He states (Obviously) 

“I know, I’m sorry, I overslept” I apologise weakly, his tone of voice exacerbating my headache. 

“Take a seat please Ms Taylor” He commands sternly. 

I walk through the rows of students, finding my usal seat next to Amelia, who surprisingly looks quite alert and awake this morning.

“Why didn’t you call me!” I whisper irritably

She leans across to my desk “I though you might have been busy with your new boytoy” She murmurs excitedly. 

At that precise moment Mr Hunter decided it’d be a good idea to walk past.

“Not appropriate conversation during class Ms Worthington” He reprimands, a slight edge to his voice. 

I look up from my desk to meet his dark eyes staring into mine, catching his gaze, I look down instantly. 

“Class dismissed” He instructs abruptly.

Everyone looks around uncertainly before packing their things and heading to the door in an northerly fashion. As I pack my things I feel a light tap on my shoulder. 

“Ms Taylor, may I have a word before you leave please” 

Oh great. What have I done wrong now? 

The rest of the class leave pretty quickly sensing the atmosphere in the classroom. Mr Hunter settles at his desk, resting his elbows on the surface, his eyes considering me. 

“Did you have fun last night?” He inquires suddenly, His dark hair falling in his eyes slightly as he looks at me. 

I chew my lip as I consider my answer. Is this a trick question? As far as I was aware I hadn’t done anything major wrong, or anything wrong really. 

“Um yeah” I reply uncertainly “Why?” 

“I wouldn’t advise in future for you to drink so much alcohol” 

I stare at him, momentarily speechless. “Pardon? I wasn’t aware you held any authority over me” 

“I am your teacher Ms Taylor” He replies calmly

“You may be my teacher but outside of school you have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do” I retort angrily. 

How dare he! What right des he have to tell me anything! He was drinking last night and I certainly was not falling all over the place drunk! Who does he think he is telling me what to do like this!! 

He leans back in his chair his dark eyes simmering with irritation as he glares at me. 

“It is my right when you roll into my classroom for the second time this week Ms Taylor”