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- Thursday -

Well this is just fucking perfect! No one else had to be a "bad student" today, I guess. Just me. Which is why today I'm the only one in detention. But not only that, professor dickhead had to actually show up today and supervise this time.

Why do bad things happen to good people?

Because you're not a good person.

Okay, who asked you?

Mr. Williams sits in his spiny desk chair as he looks down at a desk full of papers that I'm sure he's currently working on grading. The butt of his red inked pin, rests on his full bottom lip and he nibbles on it every few seconds out of concentration. The simple gesture is honestly intoxicating itself, causing deceitful thoughts to creep their way into my mind. Like how I would bite down on that full bottom lip of his whilst trying to suppress my moans as he pounds into me.

Not saying that I'm attracted to him--I'm just horny.

Yeah right, you dumb bitch.

I let out a long sigh and rest my cheek on my fist. My exaggeration of a sigh finally gets Mr. Williams to look at me because he's been simply avoiding that ever since I came in here. Actually, ever since I showed him my hoo-ha.

He looks back down though once I look back at him and we lock eyes only for a split second. I watch as he adjust in his seat and lets out a sound that's a mixture between a grunt and a cough. This action imminently grabs my attention, earning for me to smirk as I look at him.

"Mr. Williams?" I try and say in my most innocent tone.

Girl please, there is not one innocent thing about you.

Mr. Williams doesn't look up from his desk. Just simply lets out a tiny 'hm' of a reply, urging for me to continue.

"Have you always been such a tight ass or is it just when students are late to your class?" I ask with a sweet smile. Abruptly, he drops the pin down on his desk and looks up at me with a glare. Oh yeah--he's pissed.

"Ms. Parks, that is no way to talk to your teacher. Unless you want to get a bigger punishment." He says the last part with a little more darkness to his words and I shiver slightly under his gaze.

"And what would that bigger punishment in tell, Mr. Williams," I say back with a smirk. I refuse to give him the upper hand. Mr. Williams crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair. I arch an eyebrow up at him, but he just does the surprising by smirking back.

"How was your night yesterday, Ms. Parks?" he takes me by surprise by asking. "Anything--interesting happen?"

I know the game he's playing at. I don't know how he knows or why he cares. But he definitely knows that I did the dirty last night.

Yeah, maybe because you look like you've just been run over by a bulldozer and smell of sex.

"Well, Mr. Williams," I start off slow as I lean forward on my desk which causes my cleavage to be more prominent. "If you're referring to me getting the shit fucked out of me, then I would say it was pretty good. You?"

Oh shit!

The only reaction that Mr. Williams does to my filthy words is a quick jaw clench. I tilt my head to the side as I continue to give him my innocent smile. My fake innocent smile, because my Conscience was right, there is not one innocent thing about me.

Slowly, Mr. Williams doesn't say anything as he stands up from his chair and moves to the front of his desk to where he's now standing directly in front of me. I don't move my eyes up to meet his immediately though, which leaves for my eyes to be at a direct level with his crotch.

Damn, he's tall! I'd like to climb that tree please.

When I finally do decide to look up at him, I find that he's already looking down at me with a smirk.

"That's quite a mouth you have on you, Ms. Parks," Mr. Williams breaks the silence.

"I believe you called it a riot mouth earlier if I'm not mistaken, Sir," I snap back. Mr. Williams lets out a small, soft laugh at my remark, but I just smirk.

"Careful," is the single word that Mr. Williams says before returning back to his seat.

Careful.

That coming from his lips sounded more like an option then a demand. And I'm sure that neither of us actually want me to listen.

—

- Sunday -

"Black dress or blue dress?" Stefy asks me as she holds out both options in each of her hands. I simply shrug my shoulders as I continue applying mascara to my eyelashes. Obviously my "answer" isn't satisfactory for her though.

"Eli!" She whines as she stomps her foot. "Answer me. Black or blue?"

I turn around with a sigh and examine both options in her hands. To be honest, I haven't been paying attention to anything this entire time. Really, the entire week as been a blur.

My first week of detention was already over with Professor Dickhead. Nothing semi-interesting has happened since my first day in there with him. Just occasional glances and a classroom filled with booming sexual tension.

Tonight though was Jason's first night at his job as a bartender at Temptations. He invited me to come and specifically told me to bring and I quote: some of my hot friends.

And Stefy

She's like a little red headed inferno of hotness.

Are you having some sexual thoughts about the opposite sex, Elizabeth? Do we need to have a talk?

Oh Shut up, Conscience!

"Steph, you realize that whatever you wear you're gonna turn heads," I reassure. "But if I must choose—I like the blue one. It'll go well with your hair."

Stefy looks over at the blue one and examines it before giving a quick nod in approval.

"I agree," she says. "Blue is my favorite color after all."

—-

Stefy and I walk into the club once the crabby bouncer lets us in. The place is just as I remembered it but even more crowded since it's the weekend. It's almost hard to maneuver through the goddamn place.

"Lets head towards the bar!" I yell at Stefy over the blaring club music and she gives me a thumbs up. We push our way through the busy bodies towards the direction I remember the bar being.

Soon, we spot it through a clearing of people. I instantly see Jason behind the bar, working away as he shakes up what I'm sure is a martini.

"Jason!" I call out to him and his head shoots up with a smile.

"Baby sis!" he greets with open arms and I laugh. "Welcome back to sin city!"

And sin city it was.

The events of what happened the last time I was here play in my mind, causing me to shiver.

Already getting exited, you little whore?

"Who's your friend," Jason asks as he eyes Stefy. I know those eyes. I've used those eyes, my sneaky brother.

"Uh, this is Stefy. Stefy, this is my twin brother Jason," I introduce. But when I look over at Steph, she looks as if she's malfunctioning just over Jason's dimpled smile. Jason is quite the looker. I mean, of course he is. I am his twin after all.

"N-Nice to meet you, J-Jason," Stefy manages to get out as she continues to gawk. He just laughs though and I put on a smirk.

"Nice to meet you too, Stefy," Jason responds as he hands a person their ordered drink. "Can I get you girls anything?" he asks us both. I look over at Steph to see if she wants anything, but she still is unable to form a coherent sentence it looks like.

"Two tequila shots please, big brother," I answer for the both of us. Jason laughs and shakes his head as he takes out the shot glasses and fills them up.

"Why am I not surprised?" He mumbles as he hands both of us one each. I down mine in an instant and Stefy isn't too far behind.

"Woooooo!" Stefy lets out as if the adrenaline is just now getting to her! "Come on, Eli, lets go dance." Before I can even respond, Stefy has already taken off towards the dance floor in a rush. I laugh as I watch off her disappearing person into the crowd.

"Nice job on the hot friends, sis," Jason seems to congratulate me and I roll my eyes.

"How'd you manage to get this job anyways," I change the subject by asking him. "I mean, you're not even of age. You have to be at least 21 or over to even enter this place."

"I ran into the owner of the club one night while I was here," he answers. "We started talking and the next thing I know, he offered me a job and I couldn't resist." I nod my head as I make a tiny humming sound at his response.

"And your age?"

Jason takes a quick scan around the bar area, making sure no one sees, before pulling out something from his back pocket. 

"That's what this baby is for, little sis," he grins as he holds up his fake idea between his fingers.

Ah, yes...his fake idea. I have one to actually, I just never use. I've never really had the need to. I'm not nearly as much as a daredevil nor party animal than J is. He has a bad tendency to get himself into situations that he shouldn't. 

Like illegal situations for instance.

"So the owner, eh?" I ask continue on asking as he puts his ID back in his pocket. "Any juicy gossip about him? Is he hot? Is he one of those pervy old men who own a club to remind themselves of 'the good old days'?"

Jason laughs at my intrusive questions.

"You really do live in your own little world don't you?" Jason asks and I shrug. "And to answer your questions, no, Alexander is not some pervy old guy, as you like to put it. In fact, he's quite the opposite actually. Very good looking man, very well put together too."

I wiggle my eyebrows at him teasingly.

"Oh, does someone have a little crush on boss man Alexander, brother? Hey look, if you play for the same team, I am fully supportive, man."

Jason shakes his head with a glare in my direction as he flips me off and I laugh. This is how Jason and I have always been with each other. Bantering and annoying the shit out of one another.

"Fuck you, okay," He scolds. "Maybe I should go and feel up your friend to show you just how straight I really am."

I laugh. "Believe me, I don't think she'd mind," I say. "But touch her and you're dead." I point a warning finger at him and he laughs.

"We'll see, baby sister," Jason grins. "We'll see."

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I stg, all songs are just better slowed!

Prove me wrong...