the substitute | l.r.h.

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(A/N) Somewhat graphic content in the beginning.

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His lips felt like fireworks against mine. His hands gripped my waist, and mine tugged on his white dress shirt. It became heated as he reached under my thighs and pulled me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
   He pulled away for a moment, only a moment, and then started to kiss my neck. I tried to catch my breath from the kiss, but it was impossible. His stubble tickled my skin. I closed my eyes and let a soft moan escape my lips.
   "L-Luke," I breathed. I felt him chuckle against my neck, the vibrations turning me on. He walked over to the counter and sat me down. We were finally eye to eye. I didn't hesitate to kiss him again, and he didn't hesitate to kiss me back.
    I felt his large hands move up from my waist, and then they found their way onto my breasts. I whimpered against his lips. My breasts were always sore from the bras I wore, and my nipples were especially sensitive. Somehow, I think he knew that, because he started to massage my breasts slowly and harshly.
   I sighed at the feeling. I had never been touched like this before. I had never been touched by someone so experienced. I had only been touched by boys, never a man.
   Just as he moved his hands back down to my waist, footsteps were heard on the stairs. My eyes shot open and I tried to push him away, but he was already ahead of the game. He grabbed me from the counter and set me back on my feet and took about three large steps away from me. I had about ten seconds to fix my hair and clothes before my father and Luke's fiancee walked through the door.
   So, I quickly ran my fingers through my hair and smoothed my skirt and shirt. But, Luke came back over to me and moved my hair so it flowed down my breasts. Before I could question it, he was too far away from me, and the others walked through the kitchen door.
    "Sorry, I couldn't find the dang card. We looked everywhere. But, once I do find it, I'll drop it in the mailbox or have Mara do it."
   "It's no trouble," Luke shrugged, looking cool and collected, and not like he just made out and touched his student. I had a hard time keeping my breathing steady, but an even harder time keeping the warm sensation between my thighs to myself.
   Jeanette walked over to Luke and linked her arm in his. She smiled up at him. "We should go home, Robert. You need to get up early tomorrow for school."
   "You too, Mara," my dad chimed in. I rolled my eyes. We walked them to the door and bid our goodbyes. Jeanette hugged my father, then walked back home, not acknowledging me at all. Not that I minded. Luke shook my fathers hand, then put them in his pockets. He turned to me, and we stood there awkwardly. I decided it would be best to shake hands in front of my father.
   I held my hand out, and raised my eyebrows. He brought his hand out of his pocket and onto mine, giving it a gentle shake. I felt something in the hand, but held onto it tightly after he retreated his hand. I kept the object hidden behind my back.
   "Goodnight, Mara," Luke said, tentative.
   "Goodnight, Mr. Hemmings." He nodded to my father, turned around, and walked to his house. I felt my dads arm wrap around my shoulder and he shook he gently.
   "You were very laconic at dinner. Everything okay?" I nodded and acted blasé.
   "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just weird having your teacher over for dinner." He chuckled and walked back into the house. I looked over at Luke, who had just gotten to his front porch. We locked eyes for a couple seconds. He smirked, then went inside.

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I flopped onto my bed for the second time today and groaned into my comforter.
   What have I gotten myself into?
   Then, I remembered the object. I opened my palm and found a folded piece of paper. It was a business card, Luke's business card. It had his full name, along with a business and personal cellphone number on it. I widened my eyes, flabbergasted.
   He gave me his number?
   I was clueless as to what I should do with it. The sensible and most rational thing to do would be to throw it away, get rid of it and forget what happened in the kitchen. I mean, he's my teacher. I'm seventeen. If anyway found out, it would ruin his career and he would go to jail.
   Plus, I had Michael. He makes me happy. I loved him. I love him.
   Most of me knew that was what I needed to do. But, a small and selfish voice in the back of my mind protested.
   Text him. He's super hot and clearly interested. You know how good and right that kiss felt. He must've felt the same.
   I let out a frustrated sigh and put the card in my notebook. I would decide later what to do, because I was too tired to think. I changed out of my uniform, threw on one of my dads old shirts and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed a makeup wipe and clean my face. Then I quickly washed it and put my long hair up in a bun.
   But as I did, I noticed my neck. Dark purple and blue marks formed on the base of my neck.
   God dammit! He gave me hickeys?!
   I climbed into bed and closed my eyes tightly, trying to forget tonight happened.

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I put my combination into my lock and opened my locker, grabbing my notebooks and textbooks I needed, and putting the others away. I threw them haphazardly into my book bag and slammed the locker shut.
   I didn't sleep at all last night. I tossed and turned, thinking about how his giant hands fondled my breasts. I stared at the ceiling, remembering the scent of his cologne. I would close my eyes, imagine every possible thing I could, but my mind kept wandering back to that stupid lip ring and his stupid kissable lips.
   When I woke up, I checked on the hickeys immediately. They seemed to have gotten worse overnight. I was almost late to school because I was researching how to make them go away faster. I ended up rubbing my neck with a ton of aloe vera and brushing the bruise with a toothbrush all morning.
   Eventually, I just grabbed a silky scarf and wrapped it around my neck tightly. No one can see it, especially not Michael.
   "Hey babe," Michaels calm voice whispered in my ear. I turned around and quickly kissed him, hoping to forget the butterflies I felt last night from another man.
   He responded quickly by kissing me back, pushing me against the locker door. We had never been over affectionate in public, especially not at school. Since we went to a private school, they punished you for PDA harsher than a public school would.
   And besides, Michael and I were never the type of couple to have a full on make out session in the middle of the hall. But today, we needed to be. I needed us to be.
   Someone cleared their throat behind us, but we continued to kiss. I couldn't remember the last time we actually made out. Probably hadn't been for months.
   The person behind us then decided to speak up. "Miss Dean, if you continue to ignore me, I'll have to give you a demerit." My stomach flipped when I heard that deep voice. I pushed Michael away quickly and cleared my throat. I dared not look at him directly.
   "S-Sorry, Mr. Hemmings." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael stand up straighter.
   "We haven't officially met. I'm Michael Clifford. I'm in your third period class, but had a dentist appointment yesterday." I finally looked up, thankful Luke wasn't looking at me. He was shaking Michaels hand.
   "It's a pleasure. Well, I best be off. Miss Dean, I will see you in a couple minutes. Don't be late." His last few words came out deeper than the rest, making me weak in the knees.
   "And by the way, love the scarf," he said, not even attempting at hiding his smirk.

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Are chapters like this a good length? (No pun intended.)

Should they be longer or shorter? Or are they good as is?

Long haired Luke is so hot. Honestly, any type of Luke Hemmings is gorgeous. Anyone else agree? ;)

Also, help me cast Jeanette! She's blonde, green-eyed and tan and pretty. I need help XD

evangeline