His lips lightly touched mine I could feel his lip ring pressed against my lips. "What the fuck are you doing?" I ask standing up. "Uh I'm sorry, I just uh got uh carried away," he stuttered. Oh my goodness. Why did he do that? "Mia, don't mention this to anyone!" He said. I nodded, not being able to talk. "Uh, you can go now," he said, ushering to the door. I grabbed my bag and left.
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I'm so confused. Why would he want to kiss me? I thought he hated me. That teacher is so fucking complicated!! Now all I can think about is his gorgeous face and soft lips. What would have happened if I let him continue? Would he have kissed me or would he have stopped?
"Mia, can you repeat what I just said?" Mr Samuels asked.
"Something about participating and something I don't know," I replied.
"No, now pay attention!" He yelled. Ugh, I hate wellness!
~
The lesson finally ends and I'm now making my way back to Mr Hemmings's class. This is gonna be so awkward! I take a deep breath before entering. I see that he's not in the classroom.
"Mr Hemmings?" I call.
"I'm in the back room," he calls back. Okay. I walk in to small room, located at the back of the class.
"Take a seat Mia," he says. I take a seat next to his desk. It is pure slience for around five minutes before he speaks, "I'm sorry for what happened at lunch."
"It's fine," I say back.
"Okay so I will give you some maths work for you to complete, while you are here," he says, handing me a sheet.
"Okay." I move my chair to a desk at the back and start the work.
I've completed about twelve questions and I have three more.
I sigh, "Mr Hemmings, can you help me with these last few?"
"Sure," he replies. I comes over and explains them. "You got it now?" He asks. I smile and nod.
~
"Bye , Mr Hemmings."
"Bye," he replies.
Thank goodness that's over. I can't stand detentions.
I get home thirty minutes later. As soon as I open the front door my phone starts ringing. ID: Steph<3
"Hey Steph."
"Hey girly, you doing anything tonight?"
"Nope."
"Good. Do you know Jai?"
"Your brothers friend?"
"Yeah, he's good this job at the night club on Watson St. And he said he could get us in. So you and I are going tonight."
"Okay yay!"
"I'll be over in 10. Bye."
"See ya."
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"MIA!" Steph screams.
"I'm coming," I scream back. I run down the stairs and hug her.
"I have dresses and makeup. We are leaving at eight and its five-thirty now, so let's get ready," she says, getting all excited. We go to my room and we start picking out dresses. She holds up this really ugly pink one.
"No way," I say, gagging. She laughs and holds up this short red one. "Defiantly," I say.
"Good and I have this black one for you." She hands me the dress. It's beautiful. I apply some makeup and perfume. Steph and I finished getting ready and the time was 8:10pm. "Time to go," Steph says, while clapping her hands. We make our way to her car. "We're off," she shouts. I laugh.
"Jai's gonna meet us outside," she says, parking the car.
"Okay," I reply.
We exit the car and walk up the alley to the entrance of the club. "Hey ladies," Jai says, while wrapping his arms around our shoulders. "Hey Jai," I laugh. He nods at guards as we walk into the club.
"I'll see you guys later," he yells over the music.
"Okay, see you later," Steph yells back. "I'm going to get us a drink," she tells me. I nod. Now I'm all alone. The music is very loud and I'm just dancing in a corner. Steph returns with two beers. "You'll never guess who's here," she says.
"Who?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
"Mr Hemmings." I start choking.
"What???" I yell.
"I know right!! It's amazing. Maybe we can hook up," she winks. I gag. She raises her eyebrows.
"He's good looking but he's a dick," I state. She rolls her eyes.
"I'm attracted to men like that," she smirks. I groan. "Let's dance," she says. I smile and nod.
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I feel so free. I've lost count of how many drinks I've had. Maybe seven or eight or twelve, I don't know. But I'm having a great time. Steph left with some guy. My stilettos are starting to hurt my feet. I walk over to the bar and order another drink. After I finished, I went back to dancing. I see Mr Hemmings looking at me from across the dance floor, but I don't care I'm too drunk for his shit. I feel hands on my hips, I turn around to see Jai.
"Hey," he whispers in my ear.
"Hi," I giggle. We start dancing. His hands move from my hips to my bum. He smiles down at me. I giggle. I wrap my arms around his neck and start to sway my hips.
"I've got to get back to wok," he says. I pout. He kisses my forehead, "don't worry, I'll be back." I nod my head. "Cut down on the drinks as well," he laughs.
"Okie dokie," I giggle. He leaves and another pair of hands take over. I'm now face to face with my teacher.
"What are you doing here young lady?"
I giggle, "having some fun." He smiles and we starting dancing. "I feel dizzy," I giggle.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Hehehe, yehhhhh," I reply.
"I think I should get you home. You are very drunk."
"Noooooo! I wanna stay." I pout. He shakes his head. He leads me out of the club and over to his car. "Broom broom," I giggle. We arrive at what I think is his place. I hop out of the car and make my way over to where Mr Hemmings is.
"C'mon," Mr Hemmings says leading me to the door.
"C'mon c'mon move a little closer now," I start singing One Direction lyrics. Mr Hemmings just shakes his head. We are now in his apartment, sitting on the couch.
"You should probably call your parents and say that you won't be home tonight," he says getting up.
"Nobody's home. My parents are on a business trip," I say.
"Oh okay," he returns with a glass of water.
"Thanks," I say. He nods. I must say its pretty awkward being in a teachers house, drunk. "I'm tired," I yawn.
"Okay I'll take you up stairs," he picks me up and I start to giggle. Great now thunder has started. He places me on his bed and gives me a t-shirt. I strip out of my dress and put it on.
"Mr Hemmings, I don't *hiccup* like *hiccup* thunder, can you *hiccup* stay?" I ask, politely. He nods. He takes of his pants and then hops into the bed. I snuggle into his chest, he hesitates before wrapping his arms around my waist. "Goodnight, Mr Hemmings," I say.
"Call me Luke, and goodnight," he replies. Luke. Luke Hemmings.
