Bad Teacher(11)
Chapter 4
Thomas
Of all the people I run in to … this girl shows up?
I never expected to see her again in this joint … let alone in my classroom.
The girl I fucked last night is my fucking student.
It can’t get any more fucked up than that.
“Well,” I say, clearing my throat, “this is awkward.”
“Yeah …” She tucks her red hair behind her ear, and I can’t help but look at her mouth as she sucks on her bottom lip. They still look kissable as hell.
Fuck me; this is messed up.
“Aren’t you my student?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“I think so,” she says.
“I saw you in class yesterday.” I cock my head. “You were the one who ran.”
Her cheeks stain red. Not that I didn’t already know who she was. I just want her to know that I know it was her.
And I know exactly why she ran too.
“You didn’t know I was your teacher,” I say.
She slams her lips shut and looks away.
“You had sex with your teacher,” I mumble under a heavy breath.
She suddenly grabs my shirt and pulls herself up to eye level. “Forget about it. Please.”
I smirk and shake my head. “Forget about it? How? I can’t exactly erase your body from my mind.” I grab her hands and push them away until I have her backed against the wall. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you. From the moment you showed up in my classroom, I knew I was fucked.”
“You? You mean me!” she says.
I place a hand on the wall behind her. “We fucked up. But I could never forget about you.”
Her breathing picks up, and she swallows as my eyes drift over her outfit. She’s wearing a little black dress with high heels, and her hair is brushed back. Not as raunchy as when I met her, but still very sexy. Too sexy.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“None of your business.” She glowers. “Why are you here anyway?”
“Why would I tell you if you won’t tell me?” I raise my brows.
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”
“No, I don’t think so. I know your name now.” Her eyes flicker with bewilderment. Yeah, I know because I checked my list the moment I saw her in my class. And maybe I asked around a little. I lick my bottom lip, wondering how she’ll react. “Hailey Walters.”
I take my time pronouncing her name because I want to do it right. It rolls nicely off my tongue, like something I could get used to saying a lot.
“Doesn’t mean jack shit.”
“You like filthy words, don’t you?” I muse. “I could teach you a few more.”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out.
“Speechless?” I muse.
“Oh, please … stop acting like you’re all that.”
“Likewise,” I say.
“Yeah, well, I just used you to get rid of my virgin status,” she boasts.
Completely catching me by surprise.
My jaw drops, and I’m inclined to shout, but then I realize we’re in a public place, and I really don’t want to make a scene. Especially not considering she’s one of my students.
I shake my head and close my eyes, sighing. “You were a virgin?”
She shushes me. “Not so loud.”
“Right …Well, fuck me.”
If that’s the truth, then Jesus.
I really fucked up.
I not only banged a student, she was a virgin too.
Well, it’s too late to change that now. Guess knowing is just an added bonus. Hurray.
With half-mast eyes, I think about my situation. “I should’ve seen this coming.”
“Duh.”
My brow rises. “Do you always act like this to your teachers?”
“You’re not just a teacher … Professor.”
“Not Professor, please. It makes me feel old. Teacher is fine,” I correct. “And you’re not just a student … not anymore.” I lower my head. “Are you even old enough to be here?”
“I am if I want to be.”
The left corner of my lip quirks up into a smile. “Attitude. We’ll need to fix that.”
The ladies’ room door opens, and I quickly step away from Hailey.
“Oh … hey, aren’t you … Mr. Hard.” It’s that girl who sat next to Hailey during class. They must’ve come here together.
“Hi, Lesley.”
“Oh, you know my name? I’m flattered.”
“Of course, I do.” I smirk.
Hailey signals Lesley to cut it out, but she doesn’t see it … I do, and it makes me smile.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Lesley says.