Fourteen: Something We Can't Ignore

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I would sell my soul to hear this song for the first time again.

What song would you sell your soul to hear for the first time again?

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- Tuesday (week 3) -

Rough hands running up thighs. Nails scraping down muscular backs. Eyes rolling back into heads. Lips being bit. Breaths getting heavier. Rooms getting hotter. Moans getting louder.

Those things were the only things playing through my mind right now. Actually, those things have been the only things playing through my mind since last night.

We didn't say much after I finished. In fact, I didn't say anything. I just zoomed out of Temptations without another peep out of me.

Was I embarrassed? Maybe. Was I stupid? Maybe. Do I regret it...absolutely fucking not!

It may have been stupid and embarrassing, but it was definitely worth it. I don't think I've ever felt that type of way before.

"Ms. Parks, may I see you for a moment," Mr. Williams stops me just as soon as I was about to exit his classroom.

So close.

I turn around slowly and face him, seeing that he's placing down a marker on the whiteboard as he faces me as well.

"Close the door," he directs with a point in its direction once everyone else is gone. I do as told after giving him a weird glance and questions all my life decisions inside my head.

Hmmm, I wonder what he possibly wants to talk about *cough* *cough*

Quiet!

"Should I sit down for this one like the good ole' days or...?" I sarcastically ask him.

He lets out a soft chuckle before digging his hands into his pockets. "You sure are a character, Elizabeth Parks."

"Yeah, and I sure am going to be late to my next class if we don'y hurry this up. What do you want?"

Oh I knew exactly what he wanted. An explanation, an embarrassing conversation, round two. And even though he didn't put his hehe into my hooha--I promised myself that we would only do something like that once.

Just one time.

"Don't pretend you don't know what I want, love," the words roll of his tongue as his eyes pierce  through me. 

Lord help me...this man is like a walking sex magnet. How is someone like him even allowed to be a teacher? 

"Fine. Maybe I do know what you want. But I hate to break it to you, buddy, but it isn't going to happen. Now, if you'll excuse me--"

"You didn't even hear what I had to say."

"That's because it isn't going to make a difference. I mean it, I can't allow something like that to happen again."

Wow. Now I sound like the authoritative one.

I watch as the corner of Mr. Williams mouth raises up into a smirk. I avoid eye contact though as I swallow a lump in my throat and cross my arms over my chest. I must admit, the tension in here was unbearable. But I can't back down so easily. Not when all he's done is a said a few flirtatious words and shot a smug smirk in my direction. 

I'm no that weak.

...hopefully...

"You act as if you're afraid of me, or something," he says and I clench my jaw but still avoid his lingering eyes. I start to chew on the inside of my cheek--either out of nerves or for a sort of distraction, I can't tell. I see from out of the corner of my eye as his feet start to move closer to me, and I just stare down at the brown, leather exterior of his shoes. "So now you're not gonna talk to me?"

"That's because I have nothing to say to you," I finally snap. "You're the one keeping me here." 

It was true--I did have nothing to say to him. If it was my choice, I wouldn't be here at all. But he's still my teacher and I'm still his student. That's what makes it even worse. 

I feel something rough and warm curl underneath my chin--and I soon realize that it's Mr. Williams fingers. He tilts my head up and forces me to look up and face him. But I just look off to the side, still determined not to lock my eyes with his. 

"Look at me," he demands softly, but I don't obey. His finger squeeze my chin uncomfortably. "I said look at me!"

My eyes avert to his quickly. I knew it. Once I looked at him, I'd be like putty in his hands. 

He stares down at me and doesn't say anything, and I feel like I'm going to break under the pressure. Come on...say something. The silence is--

"Go out with me," he unexpectedly asks.

My eyes grow wide.

Well I didn't expect you to say that. 

"What?" I breathlessly asks back, almost not believing what I just heard. 

Go out with him? Go out with him! Does he not realize the danger of the situation that we're in already?

"Go out with me," he only repeats his previous shocking words. My mouth falls agape as I stare up at him in shock. Out of all the things that I expected him to say, THAT was not one of them. 

"Are you crazy?" I finally ask as I move out of his grip. "No, I mean, are you seriously insane? Like completely off your rocker?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe I am," is all he says. 

I shake my head as I look at him, the thoughts running through my mind right now making me think that I should be thrown into a mental asylum. 

What's the big deal? It's not like you're committing arson, or something. 

I might as well be.

*sigh* drama queen.

Fuck you!

I can't be in here anymore. This room is literally going to suffocate me. 

I turn around to walk out--but quickly get stopped when Professor Dickhead grabs my wrist and spins me back around. I stumble a little over my feet, but mange to stop myself from tripping by grasping onto Mr. Williams arms for support. My breath is heavy as I stare at his broad chest that my face is nearly pressed flat up against right now. 

Man...he smells good.

Why does he have to smell so good?

Finally, I realize what I'm doing and let out at tiny squeal before releasing him and stepping back.

"Sorry," I peep out. 

He chuckles and I look up at him with flushed cheeks. 

"It's okay, Angel."

I clear my throat and shake my head a little as if that's gonna help me get a clear mind. A date. A date with professor Dickhead. No--correction--a date with my first period English teacher?

...Is that really something that we can do? ...Is that really something that I want?

"Why?" I ask after a couple beats of uncomfortable silence. 

"Why what?"

"Why do you wanna go out on a...date," I hesitate with the last word as if it was a disease. 

The uncomfortable silence greets us again as I await his answer. I'd like to say that I know why. But I don't.

"Because," he finally says. 

"Because?" I urge him on. 

He takes a couple steps closer to me. "Because this is something that we can't just ignore." He reaches his hand out and I blink as he brushes a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "Us. We're just not something that we can ignore." 

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Yes.

Of course I said fucking yes! 

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Eli. 

I don't know what I was thinking-- going on a date with Professor Dick of all Dicks. 

For some reason, I just can't seem to resist him. It's like he has some sort of spell on me. Or a curse. 

Either one. 

I know what the alternative would be--me driving myself insane and pulling out my own hair for saying no. I tend to have a guilty conscience. 

Hehe.

Going on this date may be stupid but it's also kind of needed. Needed because it'll help me get a better understanding about how I feel. 

I throw down my 20th outfit choice on the floor before groaning. It's official, I have no fucking idea what to wear. It's not like he gave me much info, he just told me to meet him at this certain address at a certain time. 

How romantic, right?

But I guess him picking me up would start a whole string of intruding questions. "Hey mom, I want you to meet the guy I'm going on a date with! He's my English teacher and also just so happens to be your sons boss!"

That's defiantly something I don't what to have to confess nor deal with. 

I pick up my phone from off my bed and start to call Stefy. I haven't been on a date in awhile--no--a long while. If I can't figure out what to wear, or say, or even do when on the date, maybe Stefy can help me out. I have a feeling that she could possibly be an expert at this type of thing. 

"Hey, hey, it's Steph, Steph! Sorry I'm not able to come to the phone right now, but if you live a message--"

Fuck. 

The one time she doesn't answer her fucking phone.

Now what am I supposed to do?

Damn, girl, you really are a lost cause.

With a sigh, I withdraw my phone from my ear and start to scroll through my contact list to see who else I could call. 

I doubt my friends from New York would help. Not like I had many anyways or like I still even talk to them. I also doubt my brother could help in any way either--and he's defiantly the last person I want to know about this. 

One contact though seems to catch my eye as I'm about to scroll past it. 

Brooke (my personal therapist/bartender)

hmmm...

"Hello? Eli?" she answers after a couple of rings. 

Shit. What am I supposed to say now?

"Uhh, yeah, it's me--"

"Hey, dick, get you're ass down from there!" she interrupts me as she yells from the other end of the line at someone. "Sorry, you're brother's being an idiot yet again." 

I laugh into the phone. "Why am I not surprised?"

"It's an every day occurrence by now," she laughs back. "Anyways, what'd you need."

I hesitate on my next words, thinking them through. "You know what, never mind. It's okay. I would hate to interrupt your work--"

"No, no, no please," she hastily reassures. "I was about to go on break anyways." 

Good. I swear this girl is always working. 

"It's--kind of a weird question," I say as I go back over to my closet to examine my options again with the phone glued to my ear. 

"Please, it can't be that weird. Now...spill."

I inhale a deep breath as I scan through my hangers. "What am I supposed to wear on a first date? I mean...what am I even supposed to--"

"I'll be there in five."

I freeze. "Brooke, what--"

She hangs up the phone. 

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Who do you like more:

-Brooke?

-Stefy?

Also, should I make character boards for the characters? I mean, I kind of suck at them, but I also suck at writing but here I am writing a whole fucking book.



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