Benefits With My Teacher

BWMT- 22

22

He knows.

He freaking knows.

And when I said ‘he’, I meant Dylan.

We were both currently sitting on a bench in the middle of I-don’t-know park, laughing our asses off as we kept on drinking what seemed to be tequila but I’m not quite sure though. We’ve both escaped from the party and started heading to nowhere when I found a mini playground in this park. Being the child that I am, I rushed inside, almost getting run over by cars.

The park was dark, like really dark with a couple of street lights giving light. It was quiet too, giving me the chills but I guess the alcohol made me immune to it.

“That thought never really crossed your mind?”

“No.” I answered Dylan, taking a gulp of the bottle I am grasping.

“Why’d you agree in the first place anyway?”

“I was and still am stupid, an idiot.” I muttered, looking around the deserted park. “I repeat stupid and an idiot.”

He ruffled my hair, chuckling and stood up from the ld bench we were sitting on. “Want to go give another round of the playground before we go back to the party?”

“We’re going back?” I frowned.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Our stuff is all back there.”

“Fine.” I crossed my arms and stood up before rushing to the playground and sat on the swing. “Give me a push Dylan!”

He presented a nod and advanced to the swing and gave me a push on the swing.

A few minutes passed and we were heading back to the party.

“Do you even know where to go back?” I asked, looking at the roads we passed.

“No…”

No?! “Where are going then?”

“If we can, back to the party.”

It appears that even when drunk- if he still is- Dylan can find his way back because after minutes of walking, we were back at the party.

“Where on fucking hell have you been?” Mr. West’s voice greeted me as we entered the house. The party was done and the place was a complete mess.

I looked up at him, grinning like a fool. “Hey.”

“Hey? You two have been gone for three freaking hours, both of you not even bothering to answer your phones, and all you’ve managed to say is ‘hey’? Your brother is going to cut my balls off and have them fed to pigs if you,” he pointed at me. “Got lost. As for you Dylan, Gail left already, happy that you’re gone.”

Dylan gave him a toothy grin before disappearing.

“What time is it?” I asked, giggling, ignoring his little speech.

“Two in the morning.”

“I don’t want to go home.” I announced, crossing my arms. “My mom and Aaron would just chase me around the house with pitchforks and knives, yelling why I would go home so late.”

“I’m not leaving this hose either.”

“Why?”

“As you might not have noticed, I drank.”

“Oh.” Was my lame response.

“C’mon.” he grabbed my wrist and dragged me upstairs. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. Where are we going?”

“My room.”

“You have a room here?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We need to sleep, idiot. You really are drunk.”

I nodded and kept quiet.

Christ, I really need to sort my life out. I mean, I being dragged to my teacher’s bedroom, at night after partying in his sister’s after wedding party. That sounds so wrong in so many different levels.

I really need to check back at my life history and see what I got wrong. What I got way wrong to end up in this situation.

“I can’t sleep in this dress.” I declared, yawning. “It’s pretty and all that but I don’t think its e pretty to sleep on.”

Mr. West opened his closet and threw me a white long sleeve button up shirt.

“It’s your shirt.”

“Change into it.”

“I need bottoms.”

He threw me a pair of his shorts and it landed on my face. God, I hope it’s clean.

I wiggled around the dress, moving from left to right until finally realizing that I couldn’t get out of it and I needed help. I really need mental help.

“Mr. West?”

“My dad isn’t available right now.” I could practically hear the grin in his annoying voice.

“Nate dammit.” I cursed under my breath. “Can you unzip my dress?”

I can hear him walk towards me and in a blink of an eye, my dress’ zipper was pulled down, making the dress loosen up as I used my arms to hold it up, covering me. I muttered a low and quiet thanks to him before proceeding to release the dress from my grasp and quickly wearing his button up shirt, forgetting he can still see my back.

I removed my heels and tossed them aside before jumping on his bed. It’s so soft. I buried my face in one of his many pillows, taking in the scent of Mr. West. God he smells good. Wait, does that mean his beddings weren’t washed ever since he moved?

“Did you sleep here recently?” I asked, my voice muffled by the pillow.

“Yes,” he stops. “Just yesterday since my housekeeper is cleaning my apartment.”

I nodded on the pillow. The pillow smelled like citrus, maybe his shampoo. I felt the bed move a bit as Mr. West climbed in it. Oh my sweet banana cake, we’re going to sleep on the same bed. I felt my insides tingling, giggling.

“Goodnight Ms. Ellison.” I heard his hoarse voice greeting me goodnight.

“Goodnight, Mr. West.” I replied with a smile and I felt like giggling stupidly like a fan girl.

Earth have mercy. I really am falling for him.

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Rreally short and boring, i know! Took me long enough to write this and just to say, I really HATE writer's block. So not good.AAAANNNDDD Kate finally falls for Mr. West! Isn't that awesome?!

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