Scarred By Fear (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 8

"Mackenzie? Are you drunk?" He was definitely pissed.

"Nope, I'm Irish!" I replied, impressed with myself. I actually was Irish.

"Haha, hilarious. Unfortunately, you didn't realize that drunk and Irish are literally the same thing." (A/N I'm 100% Irish so I'm allowed to say that but if anyone that is not full blooded Irish does, they're just a racist bastard (;)

"You're an ass. A really hot ass." I winked, and his face dropped.

"Come with me, Mackenzie, we need to talk." I crawled off of Brian's lap, and wrapped my arms around Aaron's neck.

"Carry me, you asshole." He chuckled, but picked me up bridal style. He carried me up to his house, and set me down on a couch. I grabbed his collar and pulled him on top of me. He was laying on top of me, until he flipped us over so I was on top. He ran his hands down along my waist, before grabbing my butt and pulling me to him. He breathed on my neck, and I shivered.

"Damn it, Aaron, just kiss me!" I cried. He crashed his lips on mine, molding them in perfect sync. He ground against me, and I groaned. I raked my nails down his chest. and began undoing the buttons on his shirt until it was discarded. I was already in my underwear.

"Mackenzie, I can't. You're drunk, and you'll probably regret this in the morning." He pushed me off of him, and went into his room. He came out a moment later with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. "Put these on, I'm taking you home." I did, reluctantly, and followed him out to his car. When we got in, I went through his CDs until I found Metallica. I put on Master of Puppets, and started playing air drums and air guitar, singing along to the song of my childhood.

"Mastah!! Mastah!! Mastah of Puppets I'm pulling your strings!! Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams!!" I yelled, as I played the air drums.

"Ok, James Hetfield!! That's enough." I giggled.

"Don't you like my singing?" I pouted.

"Yes, its great." He rolled his eyes. I slapped his shoulder.

"You're such a jerk." He laughed.

"You know it, babe. Now get out." It was then that I realized we were in my driveway. I smiled and got out. I waved before beginning the climb up to my room. When I finally hopped over the windowsill, I closed the window and hopped into bed, not even bothering to change clothes.

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Beep beep.

Why the hell did I think it'd be okay to go to a party and drink on a school night? This must be what hell is like.

Basically, I woke up with a splitting headache and a craving for pizza. I grabbed a Tylenol and a piece of gum to disguise my breath. I decided I shouldn't drive, so I walked the half an hour to school. On the way there, I picked up a $5 Little Ceaser's pizza. I ate 2 pieces on the walk there, and some random people at school finished it. I stumbled into Aaron's class about 10 minutes late.

"Miss Brookes, you are incredibly late!!" He yelled. I winced.

That bastard is going to take advantage of this as much as he possibly can.

"Mr. Wilson, you are incredibly annoying!!" I yelled back, and took my seat. I earned a few giggles from my outburst, and a few surprised stares.

"Do you want detention?" He yelled, a smirk dancing in his eyes.

"No, how about suspension, starting now? Though, that'd be more of a reward." Again, I received some giggles and some surprised stares.

"Well, as much as I would love for you to leave my presence, I also won't get any pleasure out of your happiness, so you can stay right where you are." I glared at him.