And little did I know that my phone was connected to the speaker in my brothers room when I started playing this song...

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- Wednesday (week 2) -

"So you're telling me that you masturbated last night to a guy that you're not supposed to be thinking of in that way, and now you feel like you have a case of Fucked up girl syndrom?"

Fuck up girl syndrom: simply a girl who is just fucked up in many, many ways.

"Correct," I respond to Brooke as at sit at the bar with my head in my hands. "This is a disaster."

"Does this mystery guy by chance go to your school?" she asks. I give her a look between my fingers.

"Sure."

"I don't get what the big deal is. I get dirty thoughts about people I'm not supposed to all the time. Best way to cure it though is a good quickie with some rando, always works for me."

I snort at her suggestion and she just smirks back at me.

"Nice suggestion that you're giving my little sister there, Brookey," Jason takes both of us by surprise as he walks up to us with a glare.

"Hey, Doofus, didn't see you there," Brooke says back to him with a nervous laugh. "I was just telling your little sister that--"

"That she should get boned by possibly some freak show at a bar, yeah I heard." Brookes face turns bright red and she averts eye contact by decided to wash out a glass with a dishtowel. I give everything I can to surpress my giggles. "Anyways, sis, who's this douche that I have to have a nice long talk with. Anyone I know?"

Abort, abort, abort.

"No, it's--it's nothing, I mean no one," I lie.

Damn, why do I have to be so bad at lying?

Because you have a guilty conscious. Ha, see what I did there?

"You realize you suck at lying, right?" Jason asks and I grunt.

Asshole.

"I'm not lying, okay?" I snap. "I have to go." I grab my backpack from off of the bench next to me and harshly stand up from my stool.

"Wait, El—"

I wave my hand in the air as I walk away, stopping him from saying anything more. My brain feels as if it might explode.

Amongst other things...

I think I might actually be driving myself crazy. Or he might be.

Ugh!

I'm not even sure about my own fucking sanity, for Christ sake!

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RING!

"Remember, you should be finished with Wuthuring Heights by the end of this week. We will be starting on the rough drafts for your reports soon after that."

Mr. Williams walks over to his white board and rights down a reminder for all of us in the top corner.

"You're dismissed."

Everyone on cue gathers up their books and exits the classroom. I follow behind at my own slow pace, not that I'm waiting for anything.

Like a certain someone to call you to stay after class?

Oh what do you know?

I shouldn't. I shouldn't want this, and especially not from him. I meet with Stefy by the door planning on walking out with her and to our next class together. But a certain someone stops us.

"Ms. Jenkins, will you come here for a second, please?" Mr. Williams takes both of us by surprise by asking. I eye him suspiciously and then Stefy, but she just gives me a slight shoulder shrug before walking over to his desk. "You can go, Ms. Parks," he directs me without actually acknowledging my presence. I furrow my eyebrows slightly at him, but decide not to say anything and instead just leave.

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"What did Mr. Williams want?" I ask Stefy as we lay on my bed after school. She kicks her feet up into the air as she lays on her back and scrolls through Instagram on her phone.

She shrugs her shoulders, completely avoiding my question.

"You don't know?" I throw out another question to her. This time, she doesn't respond to me at all in any way.

Bitch.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" I now angrily snap as I snatch her phone out of her hands so she'll pay attention.

"Hey!" She scolds as she sits up and glares at me. I arch an eyebrow in her direction and she rolls her eyes.

"It was nothing," she finally answers before snatching her phone right back. "Why do you care so much anyways. Jealous he's giving another student more attention now?"

I look at her with a shocked and confused expression.

You've been caught red handed.

"W-What," I stumble out. "No, no way. I was just curious."

Oh, I think you were more than just curious...

"Right," Stefy says as she eyes me. "I promise you it was nothing. Now can we drop this?"

I don't believe her. Not one bit. But then again, it's none of my business. They were probably just talking about school work or something. So with that...I drop it.

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- Friday (week 2) -

2 days. It's been two days since the last time I talked to him. Sure, I've seen him in class and in detention. But otherwise—we haven't communicated in anyway.

Not that I want to.

Or need to.

I'm just bothered by it because it seems weird that he hasn't tried anything considering the circumstances of our last conversation. I feel it makes it worse—the fact that he hasn't said or tried anything. It's as if he waiting for just the right moment.

And that thought terrifies me for some reason.

Maybe I should just ask him?

No. No that's a terrible idea. I shouldn't even be talking to him and especially not in that kind of way. Our relationship is strictly professional. You can't even call it a relationship of sorts. Just a teacher and his student.

Just a teacher and his student

Just a teacher and his—

I grab my keys off my nightstand and head off for Temptations.

Well we knew you were gonna do it...

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I remember Brooke telling me that Alex—I mean Mr. Williams only comes to the bar on weekends. And considering that it's a Friday night, he should be here.

I push through the crowd and scan my way around looking for the man who has mentally destroyed my life.

My fucking English teacher.

Again, I come in looking like a bum once more. But it's not like I had time to change. I didn't even have time to think through what I'm doing probably.

Man...what am I doing?

What am I even supposed to say when I see him? "Hey, why haven't you tried anything on me yet? It's really messing with my mind just like it's also messing with my puss—"

Yeah you really need to think this one through, Eli...

Why? I think you should just say that. Those exact words, don't change a single thing.

Oh shut up!

"Eli!" Brooke ecstatically greets me once I reach the bar.

I give her a half smile in return for my greeting and she frowns.

"What's up your butt tonight?" She asks.

Would it be weird to ask her where her boss is?

Yes. Yes it most definitely is weird. She'll probably get suspicious—

Oh, stop being such a baby and just man up already.

"Do you by chance happen to know here Mr—I mean Alexander is? You know...your boss Alexander. I just need to ask him something that's it, that's all, no need to go get suspicious on me now." I let out a tiny laugh to cover up my uncomfortableness while Brooke just gives me a weird look.

"Try his office, it's down that hall to your right," she directs me as she points towards the direction of the hall. I turn over my shoulder and look at the hallway and then look back at her with a small smile.

"Thanks," I say. She's defiantly suspicious of something--I can tell by the way she's looking at me right now. But I don't have time to worry about that. I need to focus on the mission at hand.

The mission at hand being trying to figure out why the fuck he's screwing with my head so much.

Again, I push my way back through the crowd and head towards his office. Some people that are dancing try and pull me in with them, but I just shrug them off and them zoom through the busy bodies. Eventually, I'm heading down the dimly lit hallway and I'm staring at his closed office door.

Coincidental that every time we conversate it's in his office of sort--either if it's the one at school or the one here.

I don't even bother knocking on the door, I just swing it open and prance in as if I own the place. I didn't have for hesitation, and quite frankly, I was pissed...and a little bit annoyed. I just wanted answers.

Is a couple of damn answers too much to ask for?!

Luckily when I barge in though, he's alone and only typing away something on his fancy computer as he sits at his desk. He looks up at me, shocked and startled.

"Elizabeth--I mean, Ms. Parks, what are you--"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I immediately yell, cutting of his words. "First, you're a dick to me, then you turn all Fifty Shades of Grey on me telling me to quote on quote, "Bend over the fucking desk", AND THEN you push me away only to say that you want me again, and then to make matter worse, you now ignore me again and it's all making me really confused. So if you could please stop and--and please--and please take off those fucking glasses because they make you look really hot and it's making it really difficult to yell at you right now!"

As soon as I finish my lengthy monologue, I slump down into one of the fancy looking leather chairs that's in front of his desk and sigh. I run my hands through my hair, making it even messier and then back down my face. The room is silent all except for my heavy pants. That is until he breaks the silence with a chuckle. I look up to face him with a scowl.

"Don't laugh at me!" I grimace. He chuckles one more time as he takes off his glasses and I slit my eyes at him. "What?" I then yell at him, wanting to know what's so damn amusing about this situation. He goes and leans on his desk right in front of me in the chair before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"You're adorable when you get all riled up."

I widen my eyes at his statement but then quickly replace it with a glare to hide my blush.

"Dick," I scold.

He grins. "That all you seem to think about, isn't it? My dick."

I scoff. "What are you, fifteen?"

His grin hold which causes me to clench my fist in frustration.

Stupid, cocky, arrogant, son of a--

Mr. Williams catches me off as he puts both his hands on the backrest of the chair behind me and leans in so close that are noses are almost touching. I lean away from him so I'm pressed up against the back of the chair, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have the sudden urge to close the distance between us.

"Um...hi?" I sheepishly say after he doesn't say anything for a minute. His chocolate eyes scan my face and I hate the fact that he can see my flushed cheeks due to his closeness. His eyes though soon fall down to my lips which causes me to blush even more.

"Did you know that you look unbelievably sexy right now, angel?" He takes me by surprise by saying, his eyes not moving from my lips.

That'll make your pussy throb...

I gulp down a lump that has suddenly formed in my throat because I part my lips slightly.

"Really?" I say, my tone being whispered. Without realizing it, my gaze has moved down to his lips as well. And man are his lips just—

I think back to the other night, the image of me crying out his name as my fingers pump in and out of me...

Crap.

At the same time we both look back up at each other's eyes so they're locked again. And once we
do...we both know that there's no stopping what's bound to happen next.

"Hi," he copy's what I said earlier by saying.

I grin "Hi—"

He doesn't allow me to even catch my breath before he grabs both sides of my face and crashes his lips onto mine.

—-

FUCKING FINALLY!

Also...hi (ha)

I'm back.

Sorry for taking forever with updates. I've recently been working on other stories and school has also been kicking my ass.

But I think it's safe to say that I'm finally back in the game!