Teach me (L. Hemmings Smut FF)

Chapter 3

I wake up as the sun light bothers me and as I open my eyes I see Luke sitting on a armchair looking at me with his elbows on his knees.

I can't stop but smile as I remember our last night. "Heyy." I say standing up wrapping the covers around me. "Morning." He whispers and I lean in to kiss him. "Y/N stop! We need to talk." He says. Fuck. This doesn't sound good.

I furrow my brows and sit on the bed.

"Last night. God, it was a mistake. I let the wine get the worst of me and shit. We need to forget it ever happened." He says and I just watch him confused. "What? But I thou-" "Y/N it was a mistake. You're my student. I can't sleep with you. I think it's best if I stop tutoring you as well." He tells me standing up.

"Wait Mr Hemm- Luke stop it. I need you to tutor me."

"Y/N we slept together !" He emphasizes the words "yeah exactly. How do you think I will feel in class ? Just watching you torment me, remembering of this perfect night." I admit looking at him heading to the door.

" you're my student. It isn't right. I could get fi-" "I know, you can fuck up your entire career. But it doesn't mean that if you keep tutoring me you will keep fucking me. It was just sex, it happened only once. " I cut him off. I need him to tutor me. I don't have the luxury to fail this exam. I will have to take it again at the end of the summer. I can't fuck up my summer for a stupid exam.

"Just looking at you stay in that bad makes me wanna take you again. I'm sorry Y/N, I will find you another tutor." With that he opens the door.

"Wait Luke, where are you going?" I ask worried. "I need some fresh air. I hope you won't be here when I return." He basically used me for sex and now he's throwing me out like I was a whore for a night stand.

Okay maybe not like that, but I still feel like crap. I know this is dangerous, but he doesn't have to male so much drama about it. Though only hearing him he wants to take me on this bed makes me wet.

Last night was the best night in my life and now he decided in was a mistake. Way to go Hemmings.

I go in his shower and wash my body. I get dressed and take everything that's mine and leave to the car. Shit. I have 10 missed calls from my mom. Fuck, I forgot about her. What am I going to tell her now ...

I park my car in front of my house and step inside hoping nobody is home.

"Morning young lady!" I hear mom saying from the kitchen. Shit!

"Heyy" I say quietly. "Care to explain where were you?" I gulp at her question. I can't possibly tell her that I slept at my teacher's house. She will go insane.

"Uhmm .. I was with Jenny in town and then I slept at her." I lie and my mom shakes her head. "Where do you keep your phone?" She asks curious.

" it was on silent mode and I didn't even look at it. I'm sorry I know I should've called you to tell you where I was, but I was pretty tired." I excuse myself not entirely lying. Luke really got me tired in fact. Huh, calling him Luke instead of calling him Mr Hemmings is a big step for me. I don't know what he did to me, but I'm sure I want more of that.

I wonder if he fucks everyone the same way he did me. Why do I feel awful when I think about him fucking other girls. God! If Jenny only knew what me and him did last night she will go crazy. Me and her always gossip about him. She's the only one whi even knows he's tutoring me. I feel so bad I can't tell her about last night. If I tell her I will only feel more badly at school.

I just hope he changes his mind about tutoring me. I'm not gonna make it if he stops with the private lessons.

I feel kind of slutty now staring at the ceiling in my bedroom. Oh, but the way he touched me ..ughh! I'm more pissed that I'll never feel that again than that we fucked and he is my teacher.

Omg. My teacher fucked me. I'm having a panic attack right now. I can't believe all those classes I imagined touching him and now wow. I can't think straight.

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So Monday has come and as always Math is the first class. I didn't tell my mom yet that he won't be tutoring me anymore. Hope she will understand.

I walk in the classroom and my seat in the back is taken, the only one free was in the second row. Great!

I scoff sitting down and I see him glancing at me a little in the corner of his eyes.

He's in his suit again. I take my notebook out and I catch him full looking at me.

"Morning class!" He smiles as everyone arrived. "Morning." They all say but I can't even talk. I'm too overwhelmed by his appearance.

"Today we'll talk about the particularity of the square roots." He starts and as he writes with the chalk on the board I feel his rough hands touch my soft bare skin.

Now I think fucking him wasn't such a good idea after all. Now that's the only thing I play back in my head.

"Ms Y/L/N, the square root of 32." He catches my attention. But all I hear is Ms Y/L/N, I just want to fuck you."

I can't be here, I'm wet only thinking about last night. "I'm sorry." I say standing up, taking my notebook and getting out of the class. I have no idea what my legs are doing but I can't this rationally on this one.

I hear him call after me, but I'm too far gone by now. I go in the bathroom and I feel tears shedding on my cheks. "What are you doing Y/N?" I whisper to myself. I can't explain it to myself. Why am acting like this? Maybe I wasn't good enough for him.

Then again it was only a night stand .. with my teacher. And he was too damn good r me to forget. I need a distraction. Anything!

I touch up my make up and go to my safe place in the school. The art room. I take a brush and stop painting random things, without too much thinking. It just helps me relax. It was so childish for me to run. Now he knows how I feel. Heck I don't even know how I feel about this, but I'm pretty sure he has a clue.