Hot For Teacher(22)

“Well, I’m gonna go get ready then head out. Wish me luck,” I yell over my shoulder as I head for the stairs, not looking back to see who’s watching me, but knowing everyone is.

“Good luck!” they all yell in unison.

I dress, grab my things, and head out the door. “Haley!” I hear my name being yelled as the door shuts, then quickly opens. Liam’s standing there with a sexy as hell grin on his face. “Give me just a minute to get dressed. I want to take you on your first day,” he asks, arching his eyebrows, waiting for me to answer.

“Sure.” Why not. I sure as shit don’t know where I’m going, so maybe he can direct me so I don’t look like an idiot. Why am I so fucking nervous?

“I’ll be right back.” He spins on a dime and runs back inside then up the stairs only to return a few minutes later nearly falling over his own two feet trying to get down the stairs fast enough. Good God, did he think I was going to leave without him. “Let’s go.”

We don’t say anything on the way to school. I’m so nervous that I’m nauseous. The only thing that seemed to settle me down was when Liam reached over and took my hand in his. I break out into a cold sweat when we pull into the lot and he cuts the engine.

“You’ll be fine. All your classes are in that one building. They like to keep it simple here,” he says with a laugh while he gets out of the vehicle and comes around to open my door.

I’m glad he finds this situation humorous, ‘cause I sure as hell don’t. I couldn’t wait to get out on my own, but I didn’t think it was gonna cause me to have a mental breakdown. “I’ll be fine.” I take a deep breath and give him a kiss, hoping that would help calm my nerves. The only thing it did was rile me up and wish like hell he’d take me back to the house and fuck me senseless.

He pulls on my hand when I start to walk away. “Haley…” He places his hands on either side of my face so I look directly into his eyes. “Everything you’ve done since the day you moved out has been a rite of passage. It was your right to move out on your own. It’s your right to want to go to school to better yourself…and it’s your right to let me do all those wicked things to you that I know you love.” He wiggles his eyebrows, then starts kissing my neck again.

I take a deep breath and take in everything he just said to me, and you know what…he’s right. He’s absolutely right. It is my rite of passage. The only person holding me back now is myself. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me wanting to better myself. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting to experiment and try new things.

I give him the best smile I can. “Thanks, Liam.”

“Anytime. Listen, the girls wanted me to tell you that they’d just meet you at home after school.”

Again? I know I have a confused look on my face, but how many fucking times do they think we need to go shopping. For God’s sake, my closet only holds so many clothes. “Okay. I’ll see you guys later.”

*****

That first week was a bitch. Okay, so it wasn’t that bad once I knew where everything was. The instructors I had were all very nice. I was never afraid to ask any questions, and believe me when I say I asked a lot.

All of my classes have been going very well, thankfully. I’m not sure I love all the homework I have, but that goes with the program. I’ve written my parents a couple of times, letting them know how I’m doing in my class, and it doesn’t surprise me that I haven’t heard anything back. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt that they haven’t thought enough about me to return the sentiment.

Everyone in the house seems to be enjoying their classes as well. I haven’t seen much of anyone lately, but that will hopefully change since we have a three-day weekend coming up. It’s kind of comical because we all leave notes laying around the house letting each other know what’s going on, if one of them won’t be back for the night, or if one of us needs to pick something up from the store.

Liam left one for me on my dresser this morning while I was in the shower that said we were going to all get together tonight and that he had something special planned for me. He didn’t bother leaving any other details so I’m a little nervous about that…nervous, but excited.

Slowly, but surely, everyone is making their way in, putting their suits on and making their way out by the pool. Brendan, Zack, and the girls have stocked the small fridge so we don’t have to run into the house every time we want a drink. I haven’t seen Liam come back downstairs yet, but that could easily be explained by the fact that I’ve had my ass planted outside since I got home.