About Last Night...

Chapter 1-Luke

AUTHORS NOTE : ***This is my first time ever writing a book and I would like to make it clear that there may be some errors and I apologize now. I would also like no hate and if you do, I'd like you to keep it to yourself. Thank you! Enjoy!***

Chapter 1

Luke

School By Day, Bar By Night

If someone would have told me at 25 years old that I would be a school teacher and a bar owner, I would have laughed in their faces. I, Luke Prescott, had no intentions of owning a bar, but hey when the opportunity presents itself, who the hell am I to turn a deal like that down. I graduated from Boston University with a teaching degree in 2014 and bought a bar in 2015. I work with bitchy students all day then at night, I work with college kids who are idiots.

I came from a rural town in Ohio, so this kinda feels like home to me. Then I went to college in Boston and that opened my eyes real quick. The girls in Boston and the girls in Texas are from, like completely different worlds it seems like. Boston girls are prissy bitches and they have that annoying accent. Texas girls are fine as strawberry wine. They have that country accent that is to die for and they can rock a pair of boots like it's nobody's business. I for one am all about the daisy dukes and cowgirl boots. When girls come walking into the bar in that outfit, I think they are guaranteed one free drink on me.

During the day I teach a local high school in Lubbock, Texas, called Lubbock High School. I'm an English teacher and I only teach twelfth graders. I wish I could go back in time and maybe only teach second graders because high school girls are moody, and bitchy and high school boys are dicks. I also think that daisy dukes should be banned from the school, because even when a guy says he ain't looking, he's definitely looking. I for one can speak for those guys that look, I mean I know that may sound wrong but again, I gotta thing for those daisy dukes.

Now by night, I own the hottest bar on my side of town. It's called The Tipsy Cow. I know it may sound like a dumb name but you come in wearing those daisy dukes and this bartender might just give you some lovin. You heard that right I own the bar and I work there, yeah I could get people to do it for me but it gives me something to do, not to mention the hot pieces of ass that walk through the front door. So at night I deal with drunk college kids and that damn old man from down the street, I can never remember his name. I think it's Jon or Hank or Pete, like I said can't remember. So now that you have some of my background let's get on with it...

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I just left school for the day and I am heading out to my truck when I notice a pair of those damn shorts that catch my eye. As I turn my head I notice it's one of my students and I should just keep walking with my head down. But damn that girl wears those dang things almost everyday, I would not be surprised if she wore the same pair twice. Now don't give me shit about not owning a washer because I know damn well she does. Now back to the girl, Camilla Peirson, that chick rocks the hell out of those shorts. She's in my fifth period class and I have to stay behind my desk most of the class to hide my goddamn hard on. That girl is the star of my dreams at night, but those dreams always end badly because she is 17 and I'm 25. That's an eight year age difference not to mention that she is my student.

As I'm climbing into my truck, I over hear them talking about going out tonight, and I am hoping and praying that it is not anywhere near my bar. As I'm driving down the road to my house, and yes I live on a small farm that houses cows, horses, my dog Max, and myself, I know what you are thinking how does this guy have time for all this stuff. Well ladies I'd like to point out that my bar does really well and I pay people to help me out with the farm. I'm climbing up the stairs to the old farmhouse and I hear Max coming down the hallway.

I walk in the house and Max shoots by me to get outside. I'm walking to my office to drop off my school stuff so I can go get ready for tonight. I fill Max's dishes on the way to get changed into my white T-shirt and my blue jeans with my boots. The women go nuts in Texas for this look. I head back to the kitchen to get some water and something to eat before I head out.

When I walk into the bar something seems off, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It is almost 7:00 p.m which means opening time. It's Thursday night which means karaoke night and our busiest night of the week. This also means a bunch of drunk, horny college girls up on stage dancing in those damn shorts and boots wearing the least amount of clothes out of the house.

It's not until about 10 that the party really gets started and I notice someone getting on stage that looks familiar. My mind is telling me to ignore it and serve the hot chick in front of me but the rest of me is telling me to keep my eyes on the girl on stage. That's when it hits me, that chick on stage is my 17 year old student that is drinking probably alcohol that I have provided to them, even if I didn't serve them, it all comes back on me. I have no clue what to do in this situation, do I go get her down from there, or do I let her be. There are a lot of guys here that are probably just waiting to eat her up.

I decide that I will go get her down from there. I might risk coming out to her and the rest of her friends considering no one from school knows I own this but I'm hoping that they will be too drunk to remember. I make my way to the stage as Carrie Underwood starts blaring through the speakers. See what I mean with these Texas girls, their country from head to toe.

When I get to the stage the first thing I notice is that she is wearing those damn shorts that I am in love with, and her cowboy boots on legs that could go for days. I try yelling for her but she can't seem to hear me as she keeps on singing. So I do the next logical thing and jump on stage. When I'm on stage I notice that her eyes are really glassy. Okay she is drunk for sure and I don't see anyone from her friend group around.

"Hey darling, you look like you could use some assistance."

"No, I'm good, get your sweaty hand off me," Camilla says.

"Hey, hey, I'm trying to help you out, you may have had one to many drinks tonight and the guys in this crowd look like they want to eat you for breakfast. So I suggest you take my help, sweetpea."

"Okay, put me down and I will follow you to the bar so I can drink some water and get out of here."

I followed her back to the bar and hoped like hell she couldn't feel my eyes burning a hole through those tight shorts. I followed that ass until she plopped down on a stool. I slid over the counter and went to get her a glass of water. All I can think about is using that ass for my own pleasure. I didn't notice that the water was spilling over until I felt it roll down my arm. I walk back over to her taking in her brown, silky hair thats in loose curls flowing down her back, her deep blue eyes that look like the ocean, and her hot, little body in that tight shirt, and those daisy dukes. I have to snap out of it before she catches me staring like a creep.

"Here ya go darling," I say as I sit the glass in front of her.

"Thank you, it's pretty hot in here."

Not as hot as you right now.

As she finishes her water and swears she's okay, I help her walk to the front of the bar and out the door, as she is trying to tackle the steps she keeps swaying back and forth. That's when I know I'm fucked.