Mr.Langmore

Chapter One

Once again everyone's eyes were on me, I was used to it, the things I did were considered out of the ordinary for some people. I had just finished letting some guy do very inappropriate things to me in public and by the end of it I ended up with translucent white liquid all over my exposed chest.

I heard guys cheering like monkeys but all I could see was bright phone flashes on me. I looked up at the guy and had no idea who he was. I touched my chest and looked down at the liquid on my fingertips, I opened my mouth and cleaned it off with my tongue.

The male shouts in the room seemed to get louder and I laughed to myself. I had enough drugs in my system to put a horse to sleep. Everything seemed so meaningless and fun. I looked up at the guy who had just covered me in his cum and this face seemed to blur and droop. I laughed and my body felt so heavy, as if my blood had turned to sand, making it impossible to get back up again. I could tell I was tweaking. My jaw moving from side to side I probably looked like a meth head. I just stayed sitting like an idiot.

My body started to go numb and I laughed and fell onto the floor behind me clumsily. The ceiling seemed to elongate and expand further and further upwards. My eyes rolled back as my head got heavier and heavier.

"Oh god." I sighed as I lost consciousness.

Surprisingly enough I woke up on a bed which was quite unusual after a night partying I usually woke up on the floor covered in vomit. I was in a relatively clean room and my shirt was still off. I usher myself out of bed and saw that I was completely naked. I looked down and saw a shirtless guy sleeping on the floor. I didn't bother analyzing him, by now I didn't even know how many guys had slept with me.

I grabbed a big sweater off the floor and put it on, it reached my lower thighs and hung unflatteringly on my small body. I looked at the time and saw that I had an hour to get to class. I looked for a bathroom in the unfamiliar house and found one with a couple passed out in the tub. I washed my face and took off the hoodie. I rubbed sink water all over my body and walked around the house as I dried off, the people sleeping on the floor were still in deep sleep. I looked inside rooms to try and find clothes, girls always seem to leave their clothes lying around once a guy has managed to take them off. I found a black long sleeve and some blue jeans that fit quite nicely but wouldn't be so nice on my bare crotch seeing that I couldn't find my underwear. I put my hair in a ponytail as I left the wreck of a house and started walking to the nearest bus station.

The bus route took twenty long minutes and my eyes were threatening to close since I had only slept an two hours. I could feel the drugs from last night leaving my body through my pores which made me feel disgusting.

I finally got to school and ran to a cafe on campus. I saw two guys and thanked god.

"Hey, can one of you spot me five bucks?" I asked and their heads turned to me and looked me up and down.

"Sure just come here." A guy who looked familiar said to me. I walked up next to him and smiled.

"Thanks." I said as he grabbed his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill.

"You're Andrea right?" He asked and I nodded. My college was huge, more than most, but it always seemed that guys recognized me. Maybe it was because i worked at the local strip club, there was videos of me all over porn sites, and my reputation was horrible.

His hand went to my jean zipper and he pulled it up.

"Um thanks, but yeah that's me. Do I know you?" I asked him and he shook his head.

"Now you do. I'm sure that five gets me a peep show or something right?" Him and his friend smiled. I grabbed his hands and put them under my shirt and over my breasts. He bit his lip and squeezed them roughly. "Thanks again." I said.

I walked away and made the line for my coffee. I wasn't sure if it was my depleted serotonin levels, dehydration, lack of hygiene but I felt disgusted with myself. Is my reputation so bad that random guys feel comfortable saying that to me? I looked back and saw them snickering at me and checking me out.

"What can I get you?" The barista asked me and I snapped out of my haze.

"Just a cup of coffee. Black. And whatever food I can get for three dollars." I replied and she nodded and handed me a cup of coffee and a granola bar.

"This cereal bar is three dollars?" I asked her annoyed and she blushed and nodded.

"Fine." I said and gave her the five and proceeded to run to class. I walked in and sat down. The auditorium was full and the only seats left were in the front. I drank my coffee quickly and felt a sense of relief as liquid entered my system.

The teacher came in and I could feel the sexual tension in the air rise, girls blatantly staring at him. I laughed to myself and felt bad for the guy. Who knows how many girls have tried sleeping with him and tried ruining the poor mans career.

"Good morning everyone. Let's pass out these papers. This exam will weigh heavily on the final grade. Did anyone watch the video I emailed yesterday?" He talked on as we all filled out the names on our exams. Everyone quietly talked until all students had their paper.

"Alright, go ahead and begin." He said and he smiled at everyone. His blank eyes connected with mine for a second before he walked around his wooden desk to sit down and drink his coffee. He always made me feel a bit calm. The way he talked, humorously and intelligently, always seeing so nonchalant and happy to be teaching. It was sweet.

Everyone had finished the exam and left class except me. I knew all the answers, I was ready to leave an hour ago but I had no other classes today so I decided to review my test twice even though I knew it was all right.

"Hey, you okay over there? You haven't written anything the past thirty minutes." He said looking up at me from his desk as he graded the papers.

"Just checking everything." I nodded and decided it was time to turn it in.

I put the pen I had borrowed into my back pocket and got up and walked over to him.

"You have the best grade in my class. Andrea." He looked up at me as I placed the paper in his hand.

"Yeah I enjoy it, you're a god teacher." I nodded as I walked away.

"Have you put any thought into any internships this summer?" He asked and I turned back around.

"Unfortunately I can't afford to not get paid." I laughed putting my hands in my pockets. He smiled and took off his glasses leaning into his chair. He scratched his trimmed beard.

"With your knowledge I'm sure you could land a paid internship." He said and I raised an eyebrow.

"No, yeah. I found a couple willing to pay but they're out of state." I smiled. "Unfortunately my mom has a condition... Leaving home isn't really an option for me. I have to stay close." I sighed. He hummed and tapped his fingers on his desk.

"That is unfortunate. You know, I see ambition and intelligence in you, in your work. I'm sure you'd be able to do something pretty impactful." His voice was genuine.

"Yeah maybe." I nodded. I saw something colorful sticking out of his bag, a birthday card.

"Is it your birthday." I asked pointing to the card and his lips widened into a smile.

"Ahhh. You caught me." He laughed running a hand through his light brown curly hair. I smiled to myself and saw why so many girls found themselves sexually fantasizing about Mr. Langmore. He was cute, but better than that, he was mature, smart and nice. A real man.

"Well. Happy Birthday. How old are you turning?" I asked him bitting my tongue wishing I wouldn't have asked that, but it came out automatically.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Older than I'd like to admit." He nodded and I decided it was time to let him do his work and stop asking weird questions.

"I'll definitely keep what you said in mind, have a great day. Bye." I smiled and walked out the classroom as he said bye.