Hot For Teacher (3 page)

Two weeks have passed since the girls took me out that day. I did end up getting a couple of phone calls wanting interviews, which I went on, but no callbacks yet. We are all supposed to go out for supper tonight at some local bar & grill. I’m a little nervous; since this is the first time I’ve gone out to a place like this, much less with my friends.
Friends
…that’s what they have all become. Very good friends.

“Girls…they are going to be closed by the time you get done, if you don’t hurry the hell up,” Brendon yells up stairs. We all start laughing when we hear him.

“We’ll be down in a minute,” Jen yells back, just to pacify them.

“Are they always like that?” I ask, sitting perfectly still like Kaylee asked so she could do my makeup. Slowly, but surely, I’m letting down some of the walls I have up. I’ve never really worn makeup before, and Kaylee is teaching me the way to properly apply it and what colors go best with my skin tone.

“Yeah, they’re anxious to eat. Seems they never get enough food to satisfy them,” Jen replies.

“Or of something else,” Sam whispers, and they all three start laughing. I, on the other hand, know what they are talking about, but don’t laugh since I’ve never
been there, done that before.

Twenty minutes later, we are done and dressed. Well, they are done dressing me up how they want, so we head downstairs to see them all waiting patiently in the living room.

“Damn,” I hear one of the guys say, but I’m not sure who since it was so low.

I look over and see Liam eyeing me up and down. If I had to guess, I would say that it was him who gave me the compliment…I suppose it was meant as a compliment.

“Let’s go,” Sam says, ushering us out of the house. Since we are all going, we have to take separate vehicles. We all climb in and head to our destination.

It doesn’t take as long as I thought it would, but as soon as we get there, we are seated at a table near the back. You can still see the dance floor but are far enough away to have a little privacy if you want. The waitress walks up and takes our drink order. I try to order just an iced tea, but they all order a little something extra for me.

“I don’t know about this.” I try to put up a fight, but no one listens. Maybe one drink won’t be so bad.

“Just one,” Jen says, winking at the other two in the process. I’m gonna have to keep my eye on them tonight.

The waitress returns a few minutes later with our drinks, my extra drink, and takes the rest of our order. After she leaves, the conversation picks up between Liam and Brendon…arguing about something that was left unsettled earlier.

Liam’s voice raises just a bit, “Nope.” He shakes his head. “I’m telling you the answer is no.” He looks me directly in the eye when he says this, even though I know he’s talking to Brendon.

“There’s no way you’re right, Liam. What do you wanna bet?” Brendon states, looking directly at Liam, who is still staring at me. I should look away, but I can’t.

Liam doesn’t respond, so Brendon keeps going. “How ‘bout I find out and let you know?”

That seems to get Liam’s attention, because he finally looks away and directly at Brendon. “Don’t even think about it.”

Why do I get the feeling that they are talking about me?
The girls start laughing like they know what he’s talking about. Hell, they probably all know what he’s talking about…everyone but me. I’m glad the waitress picks this particular moment to bring our food and place it in front of us. At least I can focus on something else right now…like how in the hell am I ever gonna eat all this food in front of me. Everyone seems to calm down once the food in front of them. They all sit and watch as I have my
one
drink. I don’t know what in the hell that was, but it was good, and man…powerful. Of course, I’ve never had anything to drink, other than a bit of that beer the other night. After I take a few more bites, I look up and see that my ‘drink’ is filled again. The girls snicker and carry on like I’m not supposed to realize that they had another one brought to me.
Have I been that engrossed in my food that I didn’t even notice them tell the waitress to do that?

Sam smiles and waves her hand at me. “Loosen up, Haley. Have some fun.”

Have some fun. I can have some fun…I think
. I reach for my ‘drink’ and raise the small glass. “Here’s to making new friends.” Everyone raises their own glasses and echoes what I said. With the tilt of our heads, the strong, colorful liquid goes down smooth. I can feel it warm my body on its path to my stomach. Our empty plates are taken away, the lights in the entire building are dimmed, and the music is turned up to a decibel I didn’t even know existed. Jenny grabs my hand and encourages me out on the dance floor. I try to protest, but Sam and Kaylee are behind me, shoving me further and further away from the comfort of my seat.
Why are they doing this?
Okay, so I know why they are doing this. I’m supposed to be having fun or learning how to have fun, I should say. I finally relent and take the last few steps out onto the dance floor. I watch and learn the way the girls are moving and try my hand at dancing. I’m not sure if they realize it or not, but they are teaching me a lot. How to dance. They taught me how to apply makeup. They taught me how to dress when we go out, and I must say, I don’t look half-bad. They have given me such a boost of confidence in this short amount of time.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed out there and danced. We only took a couple of breaks to use the restroom and to get another drink. It seemed the longer the night went on, the larger the drinks got. They seemed to be changing colors, too. I know one was called Sex on the Beach. Who in the hell came up with that name?

We hear the bartender yell for ‘last call’ and decide it’s time to head home. Brendon helps Jenny out to the car. I didn’t see Kaylee drink very much, so hopefully she’s sober enough to drive home safely, but Zach walks with her. And Liam…Liam has to deal with me. I’m not sure he can understand what’s coming out of my mouth when I talk. I know what I’m trying to say, just not sure if I’m saying it right.

“I’s fink I’m dunk.” Either the floor is tilting, or I’m leaning on Liam. I lean my head over to the side and rest it on his arm…or his chest since he has his arm wrapped around me trying to hold me up.

He laughs a little. “Yeah, I think you are, too, but you’re allowed to let loose once in a while.”

I don’t say anything back. I just shuffle my feet to keep up with him, and he is soon placing me into the car so we can all head home. I lay my head back against the seat, close my eyes, then quickly open them again.

“Girls…I had fuch a dood time t’night. Dere’s so much I need to wearn.” I start to giggle after I say that. I don’t know why I said that. It just kind of came out of know where.

That announcement causes a round of laughter. “You’re how old, Haley? What could you possibly have to learn?”

“Dat’s a woaded testion,” I slur back. I jolt forward so I’m partially hanging into the front seat. “I’f never dated. I’f never even been tissed.” The entire car goes silent, and I feel all eyes on me, but I just keep going. It keeps pouring out of my mouth at record speed. “Hell, I’s prolly the only
virgin
you know.” I can kind of hear the whispers of the girls. I didn’t realize how much alcohol I had drank. The world starts spinning, so I slowly sit back and take a deep breath. I hope like hell I don’t remember any of this tomorrow. It’s not likely that the girls will let me forget. At least the guys aren’t around to hear me humiliate myself. It’s hard telling what they would do with the information I just divulged to them. Maybe come morning time, all will be forgotten.

I vaguely remember pulling into the drive. I remember Kaylee pulling me out of the car and Liam standing there and together they both manage to get me upstairs and into my bed. My eyes close as soon as I hit the pillow, but I don’t pass out right away. I can hear them talking in the background.

“Jesus, how much did you let her drink?” Liam whispers.

“Don’t worry about it. She’ll sleep it off and be fine. You’ll see.” I can hear Kaylee smack his arm and then the door shuts. That’s the last thing I remember.

What in the hell did I do last night?
That’s what I kept asking myself every time I tried to open my eyes and failed miserably. The pounding in my head is like nothing I have felt before. My stomach’s a little nauseous, but I don’t feel the urge to run to the bathroom. How could they let me drink that much? It’s not like I stopped them. It’s not like I didn’t have the option to turn it down. I could have very well stopped any time I wanted, but it felt good to do something bad.

I take a deep breath and force myself to sit up. “Oh God.” That’s about the dumbest thing I could have done. I close my eyes and just sit there for a minute, and that’s when I hear someone trying to stifle a giggle.

“Haley…you okay?” I believe it’s Kaylee who says this, but it sounds like she’s shouting.

I place my finger in front of my lips. “Shhh.” I bring my legs up and sit Indian style, resting my achy head in my hands.

“Here…I brought you some Tylenol.”

I peel my eyes open and slowly raise my head to see Kaylee standing there with Tylenol and a glass of water. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers, placing them in my hand.

I reach for the water and pop the two pills in my mouth in record time. “How long am I gonna feel like this?”

She laughs again. “Sorry. Umm…everyone’s different, but you should feel better in a bit. You need to get up and get moving around…get some food in your stomach, that’ll help.” She leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her as she goes.

Move around?
How in the hell am I supposed to move around when I feel like this? As much as I hate myself right now, I scoot closer to the edge of the bed until my feet hang over and just sit there for a moment. Maybe if I don’t move anymore, it’ll stop hurting. I give myself a little pep talk before I finally get my hung-over ass up, find my way to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. When I see that the steam has finally started to billow up and out, I strip down and climb in. I stand there and let the water run over me, not bothering to move the hair that is hanging in my face, and just soak in the heat; letting the warmth make me feel better. Not wanting to run the hot water completely out, I run through the motions of washing my hair then my body. I decide to stand there for another minute before I get out.

“I thought you’d still be asleep.”

“Shit!” Hearing a man’s voice scares the shit out of me causing me to jump and slip. When I try to get my balance back, it causes me to slip even more so I do the only thing I can do…I grab onto the shower curtain to try and save myself. It didn’t work. The curtain rips off the bar and I go crashing down landing in somewhat of an awkward position.

“Fuck. Are you okay?” Zach rushes forward then leans down and offers me a hand.

“What are you doing in here?” I shout, pulling the shower curtain a little closer.

“Sorry. The other bathrooms were double occupied already. I thought one of the other girls were in the shower. I didn’t mean to scare you. Here…let me help you up.”

I grab ahold of his hand and try to stand while still managing to hold that shower curtain in place. “Oww…I can’t. I hurt my ankle.” There’s no way I can put any pressure on my left foot.

“Did you get to finish your shower?”

I know I give him a rather odd look. “Yeah, but…”

“Okay…” That’s all he says before he leans over the tub and grabs me, placing one arm under my knees and one behind my back.

“What the hell? Put me down, Zach.” My arms automatically wrap around his neck in fear that he might drop me. I’ve never had anyone pick me up before.

“Shush. You said yourself you hurt your ankle. You can’t walk on it. I’ll take you to your room and get one of the girls to help you.”

He’s standing in the bathroom with me in his arms, and I just look at him. For the first time, I really look at him. His dark eyes, dark hair…he doesn’t…I look down, and that’s when I realize that he doesn’t even have a shirt on. I quickly look away and realize that it’s too late. I know my cheeks are bright red. Of course, that’s when I also remember that I’m wearing a shower curtain.

“Don’t worry about it.” He must realize that I’m embarrassed. “All your naughty bits are covered.” He laughs a little and starts heading toward my room just like he said. He dips down, and I tighten my grip around his neck for fear that he might actually drop me, while he turns the handle and nudges it open. “Now, you just sit here.” He sets me on my bed, careful not to move the shower curtain. “I’ll go get one of the girls, and we can figure out what we need to do.”

“Thanks, Zach. What are you, a boy scout?” I ask him in more of a jokingly manner only because he seemed to know what he was doing.

He gets this huge-ass grin on his face. “No.” He ponders for a minute like he’s trying to decide if he’s going to continue or not. “But, I do believe I ate a brownie once.”

Ate a brownie? What the hell is he
… “Oh, God. That’s terrible.” I must admit that it took me a minute to comprehend what he was saying. Jesus, that was a horrible joke. Ate a brownie…ha…ha…ha…

He turns and leaves, only to return with not one of the girls, but
everyone
in the freaking house. All asking what happened, not giving a care in the world about my current state of dress. Finally, Jenny notices how uncomfortable I am and starts ushering everyone out of the room. I know the guys showed up just to see what
they
could see. Thankfully, they couldn’t see anything.

After a short discussion, we…or I, decided that it wasn’t bad enough to go to the hospital. Kaylee helped me balance while I dressed and helped me wobble downstairs where I promptly plopped down on the couch, elevated my foot, and had a bag of frozen peas tossed on it.

“There…that should do it. Here…take this. It’ll help with the pain,” Sam says, placing two tablets in my hand while reaching for a glass of water on the table with the other.

“What is it?”

“Pain killers. Trust me…you are gonna need them.” Against my better judgment, I take the pills then recline back further on the couch. “Thanks, guys. I gotta get this better so I can find a job.”

“Why are you so set on finding a job? School’s gonna start in a few weeks. By the time they get you trained, you’ll have to quit,” Brendon pipes up for a minute.

I hadn’t thought of that…I mean, I thought I would be able to cut my hours back, but it never crossed my mind that I’d have to quit work. Don’t most students have a job while they go to college? Where will I get my extra spending money from? “It’d still be nice to have some extra money.”
Jesus, I’m so confused now
.

“Haley…let me ask you something.” Sam turns so she’s facing me, “Did you read everything about your scholarship? I mean all the small print…every. Single. Thing. I only ask because everyone in this house gets the
same
scholarship,” she asks with a serious look on her face.

I thought I read everything. As I sit here on the couch, I try and remember just how much I read or if I even read everything. I remember jumping up and down once I saw that I got the scholarship, but I can’t honestly say that I read every single word. I shake my head. “No…I can’t honestly say that I did.”

Jenny comes up and sits on the opposite end of the couch. “Maybe you need to check the balance of your account before you go out and get that job you’re dead set on.”

Nothing else is mentioned about the scholarship or about me getting a job. We all sit in the living room the rest of the night talking about anything and everything…getting to know each other a little bit more. I have to admit that I’m more comfortable with every single person in the room. I’m starting to feel as if they’re a part of a family…
my
family. The type of family that I’ve always wanted.

I remember someone picking me up off the couch. I felt really groggy, and I know those pain killers have something to do with it. It took all I had to even open my eyes the smidgen I did to see Liam was the one who had me. It felt good to be in his arms. The way his skin felt against mine. It was almost like he was carrying precious cargo or something. He took great care to make sure that I was comfortable in my bed before he started to leave. He even managed to pull the covers back so he could cover me up.

“Don’t go.” I grab his hand before he gets too far from me.

He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “You need your rest.”

“I don’t want to be alone.” That’s when my brain…and mouth for that matter, decided not to have a filter on it any more. “It felt good to have you hold me.”

I open my eyes a little more and meet his stare head on. There’s definitely concern in his eyes, but something else as well. He hasn’t said anything back yet. It’s like he’s having an internal battle to figure out if it’s the right thing to do or not.

“Please. Just lay with me for a little bit and hold me.” I reach back behind me and whip the covers down, inviting him into my bed. Those must be some pretty strong fucking pain pills ‘cause I would have never done this in my normal frame of mind.

He finally nods his head, after what seems like an eternity, and comes around to the other side of the bed. Once he’s settled, I lift my head up just enough for him to extend his arm, then lay my head back down. He scoots closer, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me a bit closer to him. I wiggle around for a minute or two, trying to get comfortable.

“Are you trying to test me right now?” he whispers against my ear.

My eyes are closed, and I’m just about asleep again when I hear him ask me that. “What do you mean by that?”

If I had no clue before, I definitely do now because I can feel his dick pressing up against my ass. I don’t say anything about it. He is fully aware that I am able to feel it, so why acknowledge it. Why not just pretend it’s something else. The fact of the matter is that all I want to do is
not
pretend…wiggle my ass and see what he does.

He has other plans, though. “I know that you can feel what you are doing to me. I’m trying my damndest to be a gentleman and not take advantage of you right now, but you’re not making it that easy on me.”

I really am messed up
. I go ahead and wiggle my ass against his dick, and he grips my hip hard to stop me.

“Haley…I’m not kidding. If you want me to lay here with you then you need to stop.”

I don’t want him to leave. I love the way he feels against me.

“Fine. I’ll be good.” I giggle a little at the thought of having a man in my bed.

“Get some rest. I’ll have to make sure they don’t give you any more pain killers.” He starts laughing when he says the last part, but I barely remember it. I start drifting off to la-la land feeling safe and wanted. That’s a feeling that I haven’t had in a long time, if ever, and I’m not sure I can give it up. I’m not sure I
want
to give that up.