The Tricky Lover

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"Rules:
1. No talking
2. Raise your hand
3. Stay in your seat
4...." Said Mrs. Jensen

Reasons I hate this teacher:
1. Every time I walk in the door, I want to die.
2. She does not grade
3. This is the third year in a row I have had her
4. What the hell does her family life have anything to do with AP lit?

I could make a list miles long. Luckily I only have her for a semester. She will be leaving and hopefully leaving me the fuck alone. Oh the joys of the first day of school. I'm only in first period and I want to go home. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Sorry to intrude, but I believe I'm your assistant teacher for the semester." A deep voice he come through the door. Mrs. Jensen told him to come in. My face paled once I saw him. He was from the club. His dark blue eyes scanned the room, passed me then did a double take and landed on me. Mean while Mrs. Jensen was introducing him.

I immediately sunk down in my chair. Look away! Look away! He didn't look away.

"Hello Mr. Parker." The class said. The basterd finally looked away when Mrs. Jensen started to talk to him. I remember the day that i met him. I might have been drunk off my ass but I remember, sorta.

I had another shot of tequila with Alex. The family burn in my throat hit me. Alex was my bad influence that I desperately needed.

"I think there's a group of guys checking you out." He yelled to get over the music.

"Wait till they find out I'm 17." I yelled back he started laughing causing his brown eyes turn to an auburn brown and his blond hair to flip back. He was a small scrawny kinda guy. But his looks won him all the girls. Excluding me, I'm not into him like that. And he's not technically into girls. His parents think he's into girls, but that's his problem.

"Your welcome, you know, for getting you drunk. That bastard didn't deserve you any way." He said referring to Tyler. I winced, but nodded at him.

I looked at the time, it was almost going to be two. I have to get home before my parents notice I'm gone. I started to walk out when someone stopped me.

"I believe you dropped this." He yelled across the music holding up a bracelet that was once around my wrist. He had jet black hair and deep blue eyes. A black t-shirt that flattered his muscles quite well. His black jeans unwrinkled when he stood up. My god was he hot. His jaw line could cut. I almost started to speak with my drunken mouth.

I don't remember what happened after that. All I know is he got me even more drunk so we were both wasted dancing and grinding up against each other. I, luckily, didn't get into trouble that night. He told me he was only 19, so how the hell is he a student teacher?