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This song just makes me wanna go ughHHHHHHHHHHH!!

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"Mr. Williams?" I ask in disbelief.

Well, shit...

There he is in all his glory. Professor Dickhead and after school hours groper, Mr. Fucking Williams. Him and I stand there for few beats, staring at each other while raging music plays in the background and also while Jason stares between the two of us in confusion.

It's almost hard to even identify him right now, and not just because i'm flushed out of my mind, but because he looks almost completely different.

Instead of wearing his usual dress shirt and tie, he's wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt with jeans. Oh, and let's not forget to mention his full sleeve tattoo.

"Um," Jason mummers out. "Do you two know each other?"

Know each other? Oh they knoooooow each other alright.

After neither one of us say anything for awhile, Mr. Williams--Alexander--whoever he is decides to jump in.

"Uh, no--no we don't know each other," whoever he is says. "It's really nice to meet you...Eli."

"Yeah, and it's really nice to meet you ALEXANDER," is what I wanted to say. But me being me and also being the drunk person I am, I instead say, "you're the Alexander that my brother has a secret gay crush on?"

Brooke immediately burst out into a howl of laughter, Jason stares at both of us red faced, and I continue to stare at Mr. Williams with the same amount of shock.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Williams says with the shake of his head. "What?"

"Okay, sis, that's enough out of you," Jason steps in. "Brooke and I have to get back to work, and you two should continue--" Jason stops to point between both Mr. Williams and I. "--mingling. But please, for everyones sake, stay away from specific topics like my sexuality." Jason and Brooke both make their way back to the bar, but not without Brooke sending a wink in my direction first.

Fuuuuuuuck...

I turn my head and look back at Mr. Williams, only to find that he's already looking at me intently. But i cant tell which part of him the stern look is coming from. The teacher side of him or the bossman side of him.

"Look, Eli--"

"No!" i quickly stop him. "No, you do not get to call me that. Nothing is different between us, okay? I am your student and you are my teacher. That's it!"

His jaw clenches sternly. Either at my words or the situation, I can't tell.

"We can't just ignore this," Mr. Williams truthfully implies.

I don't care if it's truthful.

I was not having this tonight.

I'm not drunk enough for this, and believe me, that's saying something.

"Yes we can and we are," I reply with a pointed finger in his direction. "Now I'm going to get another drink before dancing my ass off, and you, Mr, are going to stay out of my way!"

"Eli—" He quickly corrects himself once he sees my glare. "—Ms. Parks, you do realize that I own this place, right?"

I perk my lips as I contemplate his words.

Fuck. He's got a point there.

I refuse to listen.

"And your point is."

"My point is, Ms. Parks, that I have full control over what you do in here." He takes one step closer and I do the stupid by not taking a step back. "So basically, as long as you're in my club...I own you."

I stare up at him with the same intense glare that he's starting back down at me with. I blink my eyes rapidly as spots start to play in my vision.

You really had to go and drink that last martini didn't you?

"Ms. Parks—"

"I think I'm gonna throw up," I interrupt.

His eyes grow wide. "Wait, right now."

I barf all over his shoes. His nice, polished shoes might I add.

But I didn't just barf once. Oh no, no, no. Try a big whopping three times right on Professor Dickhead.

I stand back up straight and wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand.

"Oops," I say with a little shrug. "At least there wasn't chunks."

Good save.

"Okay, I think you've had enough," Mr. Williams says as he tries to take a step closer to me. But this time, I do take a step back.

"Oh no, no, no, just one more drink," I protest. I turn around to face the bar. "Hey, bartender, give me martini with extra—Whoah—" I feel my knees give out from underneath me, causing gravity to do its duty.

Haha, you said duty!

"Easy there, big spender," Mr. Williams says as he's quick to snake his arms around my waist to catch my fall. "I think it's bedtime for you, missy."

I let out a laugh as Mr. Williams picks me up and carries me bridal style in his arms. "Whaaaaaat," I exaggerate. "I'm fine—I'm great. In fact...I'm freat." I let out a snort. "Get it? Freat is fine and great put together. Isn't it genius?"

"It's genius, angel," Mr. Williams says back. "Hey Jason," Mr. Williams then calls out to my brother as we reach the bar. "I think I'm gonna go ahead and take your sister home. You can stay here and finish your shift."

"Jason," I whisper/yell as I snuggle myself more into Mr. Williams, making the next words that come out of my mouth not so convincing. "Don't let him take me, please. I heard he does bad things. Veeeeeerry bad things."

I hear as Jason laughs and that earns for me to send a drunk pout in his direction. "Don't worry, sis, if he does any of these bad things, I'll make sure to rough him up good."

"Watch yourself," Mr. Williams says to Jason with a laugh.

It's a nice laugh.

I like nice laughs.

"Didn't I request a martini with extra olives?" I ask in Jason's direction.

"Oh I think you've had enough olives for one night," Mr. Williams answers for him.

"Okay fine, then just the martini part. No olives."

"That too."

I pout again. "You're no fun."

Jason walks over from behind the counter and plants a soft kiss on my forehead before ruffling up my hair. "Night, night, baby sis," Jason says. "I'll make sure to find your shirt and bring it home to you."

"Shirts are for boogers!" My drunk lips spew out, and I receive a laugh from J.

"Right," He laughs back. "Call me when she's in bed, okay?" He now directs his attention to Mr. Williams.

"Don't worry," Mr. Williams responds. "I'll take care of her."

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"How do I know you're not kidnapping me?" I ask as Mr. Williams takes me out of the car once we reach our destination.

"You don't," he says back as he kicks the passenger door of his car shut. I lift my head up off his chest to give him a shocked look.

"Well that's not very reassuring!"

As we approach my front door I feel on my butt as Mr. Williams pats the area down as if he looking for something.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I protest. "At least buy me dinner first!" Mr. Williams chest vibrates against me as he laughs. I shutter.

"I was just looking your keys," Mr. Williams reassures.

"They're in my front pocket, dingleberry!" I dig my keys out of my pocket and hand them to Mr. Williams.

"We're gonna have to do something about that mouth of yours, angel," Mr. Williams teases as he unlocks the door, but I just stick my tongue out in his face.

"Whooooo!" I scream as I throw my arms up as soon as we enter the threshold of my house. "Home sweet home!"

"Jesus, angel, are you trying to make me go deaf," Mr. Williams complains, and I realize that I yelled right in his ear.

I lean in more towards his ear now. "Sorry," I whisper into it before letting out a tiny giggle. Mr. Williams makes a soft growl but just shakes his head a little and decides to continue upstairs.

"Which one is your room?" He asks me and I point to the door to our right.

"How'd you get my address anyways. Are you a stalker?"

He laughs. "Yes, angel, that's exactly what I am." He walks over the my bed that's pushed up against the wall and sets me down on top of the black and white stripped throw.

"That's not funny!" I scold him, but that just makes him laugh again.

"Jason had to fill out an application form when applying for a job at Temptations which included his address on it. It's mandatory for every employee," he informs me, but the only thing my buzzed mind is focused on right now is the word mandatory.

"Man—da—tory," I pronounce the word slowly. "Ha. That's a funny word!"

"Yep, it's definitely time for you to go to sleep." Mr. Williams tries to get me ready for bed by taking off my shoes and laying my blanket across me. But I quickly stop him.

"No, no, no, I'm not ready yet!" I protest.

"Angel, you have to get some sleep tonight or you'll seriously hate yourself tomorrow, and I heard your first period English teacher is kind of a dick."

Ha, nice one Mr. W.

"'No, I mean I can't sleep in my jeans. If you can sleep in jeans, then you should be locked up."

I stand up from off my bed and swiftly proceed to removing my jeans. If it was any other time, this would've probably taken a turn down freakstreet if you know what I mean. But right now, I don't really seem to be processing what in the holy hell I'm actually doing.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah," Mr. Williams stops me by grabbing my hands and moving them away from the zipper of my jeans.

I roll my eyes at him. "Just turn around, silly," I direct with a little finger twirl in his direction. Mr. Williams eyes me suspiciously, but eventually, does what I suggested with a sigh.

I fumble a little as I try and get my jeans off and peel them from my legs, probably making me look like I belong in the damn circus. Finally though, I get them off and move onto unclasping my bra.

"Shit," I curse as I fumble around my back in a hopeless attempt to unhook my bra with my baby fingers.

"What?" Mr. Williams asks in his still turned around stature.

"I can't get this stupid bra off," I answer. "Can you help me?"

Dead silence.

I turn around and look at Mr. Williams after we hadn't spoken for about two minutes, only to find that he's turned around already and staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Well, will you?" I ask again before turning back around a moving my long, brunette hair out of the way to make it easier for him.

"Why do you need to take your bra off?" He asks in an almost whispered manner.

"Well I can't sleep with a bar on either. Now, hurry up!"

With a slight groan from Mr. Williams and a barely audible curse word that I can't seem to make out, Mr. Williams gives in. His fingertips lightly graze the skin underneath my bra clasp slightly, earning for me to shiver and goosebumps to enrapture my skin.

I'm just a very ticklish person, okay!

Excuses, excuses.

His finger latches onto the clasp and he slowly but surly unhooks the henges. It's almost like a breath of fresh air once it's undone.

I hate bras...

Who doesn't?

I slide the bra straps drown my arms and after, discard the bra onto the floor once it's off and hop into my bed imminently, snuggling up into the nice, inviting sheets with a sigh of satisfaction.

"You took a peek at my knockers, didn't you?" I ask Mr. Williams with a grin. He clears his throat slightly at my words, which only causes me to giggle.

"Try to get some sleep, okay, angel," Mr. Williams directs he, completely ignoring my latter comment.

I smile wide. "Angel. I'm like a drunk angel food cake." Mr. Williams raises his eyebrows at me in question. "You call me angel, I like food and I like cake. Therefore, I'm a drunk angel food cake. The drunk angel food cake, to be exact. Got a problem with that, huh, mister?"

"Well how can I probable with that when your reasoning is just so damn good?" He says back with a sliver of a laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow, drunk angel food cake."

Mr. Williams turns around to leave, and I know I shouldn't say the next words, but I just can't stop my lips from opening.

What can I say, I'm drunk. Sue me!

"Hey, Alexander," I call out to him, not even realizing that I've called him by his first name. "Can you stay with me for a bit?"

My words earn for him to stop in his tracks, having him hesitate as if he's not truly believing what came out of my mouth either. Slowly though, he turns back around to face me.

"Sure, Elizabeth," he to my surprise actually says. I scoot over in my bed, making room for his big frame to join me. It doesn't even hit me until he's taken off his shoes and is in bed that I'm only in my underwear.

But my intoxicated self didn't really seem to care. She didn't really seem to care about any of this actually.

I move onto my side and face the Athens wall so my back is now facing him.

"Thank you," I tell him once I start to feel my eyelids get heavier and heavier. I don't have to turn around to know that he's smirking.

"For?" He asks back. I hug into my pillow more and bring the comforter up to my chin as I close my eyes.

"For giving me detention."

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Here's a long chapter for you, my beauties!

I didn't proof read it at all because it's 2am and I really want to get this chapter up, but what the hell...

*Kisses*