Bad Teacher (10 page)

He puts his hand down right in front of me again. “You know damn well that you didn’t know I was your teacher, and I didn’t know you were my student. I would’ve never fucked you if I did.”

“Oh, really now? So you regret fucking me? Thanks for telling me.”

He sighs and growls again, turning around to collect his rage. “I don’t regret fucking you. And fucking you isn’t a fucking loss of my reputation. It’s the fact that people find out.”

“So you want to fuck me … only in secret,” I say.

“Didn’t we already establish that?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. “No, Hailey, I don’t regret anything. Except Lesley finding out about us. And that makes me very angry.”

“I can see …” I raise a brow and turn my head.

He takes another deep breath. “Okay … just … make sure she doesn’t talk. To anyone. About us.”

“She won’t,” I say.

“Just keep an eye on her,” he says, looking straight at me. “If this gets out …”

“It won’t.”

He closes his eyes, remaining quiet for a couple of seconds. “Okay, look. I think we need to quit.”

“Quit? What?” My jaw drops. “Why? Are you angry at me or something?”

“No, I’m not mad at you,” he says, balling his fist. “I’m angry with myself. For letting it get this far. For letting her see us.”

“I told you it won’t happen again.”

“You don’t know that. It could be someone else. Anyone. This whole thing could blow up,” he says.

“So you just wanna give up? Quit?”

“Yes.” He takes another sharp breath. “It was fun, Hailey. While it lasted.”

“Fun …” I repeat.

The way he puts it makes my stomach feel like someone’s grasping and constricting it.

“Yes. And I mean that in a good way.” He leans in and grabs a loose strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “I like you, Hailey. And I did enjoy it while it lasted.”

“While it lasted? I don’t like this.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but this is my call.”

“And I don’t have any say in it?” I say, making a face.

“Unfortunately not.”

“Fuck no,” I say.

“Please …” He rubs his eyes with his index finger and thumb. “Please, don’t make this any more difficult.”

“Difficult? Like it’s so fucking difficult to call it quits.”

“To me it is,” he snaps.

“Well, I don’t agree, Thomas.” I fold my arms, giving him my cheeky, non-agreeable gaze, which he hates so much.

“That’s the last time you’ll call me that,” he says. “It’s Mr. Hard. Remember it.”

He turns around, and as he walks away, I yell out, “Why? So no one will know we were on a first-name basis?”

“We never were,” he says, glancing at me over his shoulder. “I am, and will always be, Sir to you.”

“Yeah, well you know what else? I think I’m gonna call you Mr. Fuck. Because that’s what you are. A fucking asshole.”

He narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t respond as he keeps walking.

“I think I’ll call you Sir Asshole! Sir Dickwad! Sir Go-Fuck-Yourself!”

But no matter what I call him, he won’t come to spank me for it.

He won’t even turn around to look at me.

Fuck.

Thomas

I didn’t want to be an asshole to her, but what else was I supposed to do when faced with such a threat?

That girl knows about us.

Not just the kissing part, but the fucking part too, no doubt. Hailey would tell her best friend everything. God, it was only a matter of time before it came out.

I sink into my couch and grab my rum off the table, taking a much-needed sip.

I wish it could’ve been more simple.

That I could just fuck girls without there being a consequence, but there always is.

Lies. Anger. Bittersweet good-byes.

It’s always there, even when I fight so damn hard not to have any of it.

I don’t want to feel these things.

And I fucking
hate
feeling caught.

Maybe I should just give up fucking once and for all.

I take another sip and stare out the window.

Like I ever could.

I love sex too much to give it up.

But I should definitely be more careful who I approach from now on.

Had I known the club was a place students would come, I would’ve never have gone there. I wouldn’t have risked it. Not that it was completely my fault because she was there when she wasn’t supposed to be. She isn’t even twenty-one yet. She’s not supposed to drink.

Not that I should be surprised.

Hailey doesn’t listen to rules.

Maybe that’s why she fascinates me so much.

It’s probably also why I can’t stop thinking about her.

I like her tenacity. Her unyielding nature. Like she could fight off the world and still not give up.

Maybe it’s something I’ve always missed in my life.

Because I did give up.

Once.

I take another sip but follow it with a full chug.

I need another drink.

Instead, I grab my laptop and start stalking her profile again.

I know it’s fucking wrong … but I need something to numb myself, and alcohol is not the right choice.

Only when I look through her pictures do I notice the green circle next to her name. She’s online.

Without thinking, I open our messages and send her something.

Thomas:
Be on time next class. I have important homework.

Hailey:
Why are you still messaging me?

Thomas:
Because I can.

Hailey:
Isn’t it unprofessional to message students on Facebook?

Thomas:
I’m not going to let you change the topic. You
will
be on time for my next class.

Hailey:
Or else?

I ball my fists and sigh, biting my lip in the process. Goddamn this girl. She keeps getting under my skin, and she knows it. That’s why she’s acting this way. To make me mad. Well, it’s working all right.

Hailey:
Oh, right … nothing because there is no ‘or else’ anymore. Pity.

Thomas:
Stop.

Hailey:
No, you started it. You messaged me. Have nothing better to do? Oh wait, it must be because you’re bored.

Thomas:
Keep pushing and you’ll have extra homework to dig through.

Hailey:
Don’t care. I won’t do it anyway.

Thomas:
You. Will. Trust me on that.

My fingers hurt from typing so fast. God, what I wouldn’t give to be able to bend her over my leg and spank her hard right now.

Hailey:
Really? And who’s going to make sure? You? How? With words?

I can already hear her laughter.

Thomas:
Just because I ended things, doesn’t mean I don’t care.

Hailey:
You don’t get to have your cake and eat it too.

Thomas:
Watch me.

My anger gets the best of me as I slam the laptop shut and throw it beside me on the couch.

Growling out loud, I get to my kitchen and reach for the bottle of rum, taking a sip without pouring it into a glass first.

Fuck glasses.

I need some heavy liquor to get me through this.

My cat suddenly jumps up onto the table, scaring the living shit out of me.

“Ninja! Fuck. Why do you always have to do that?” I yell at him, but when he purrs and rubs his face against my hand, I instantly forgive him.

Something about cat love makes it impossible to ignore.

I pick him up and cuddle with him, like real grown-up men do, because fuck masculinity.

Giving my cat love doesn’t make me any less of a man.

I have my huge dick to prove that for me.

I smirk as I set Ninja back down and rummage in the drawer to take out his favorite play toy. A miniature dildo that rolls around on the floor.

“Go play with the dildo!” I jest, laughing as I throw it away, and he immediately jumps after it.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes.

I pick it up from the table next to my door and check the messages.

It’s a picture sent through Facebook from none other than Hailey Walters.

And it’s her fucking ass.

Naked.

On a fucking table.

With a middle finger sticking up from her back.

I put the bottle down to stop myself from throwing it across the room.

Thomas:
Have you lost your mind?

Hailey:
I just wanted to give you a taste of what you’re gonna miss.

Thomas:
I’m not missing anything. You’re acting like a child.

Hailey:
Maybe you shouldn’t have treated me like a kid then.

Thomas:
Do you even know how dangerous this is?

Hailey:
What? Sending you pictures? It can’t be any more dangerous than fucking at school.

She has a point there.

But … she’s not doing this to make a point.

She just wants to piss me off.

Thomas:
Don’t send me more.

Hailey:
Why? Making you uncomfortable? Poor you.

I close my phone and clench my teeth. I sit back down on the couch and turn on the television, determined not to get distracted. However, each time the phone buzzes, I can’t help but wonder what she sent now.

Curiosity eventually kills the cat.

Well, not my own cat, of course.

It’s just a fucking figure of speech.

I open my laptop and check Facebook.

I regret it instantly.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many swear words in one conversation. Some are even British and make me chuckle. I have to admit, the girl’s brave. I close my laptop again, determined not to pay any more attention to it.

Except she doesn’t stop.

Not in the middle of the night.

Not the next day.

Or the day after.

Or the entire week, for that matter.

It’s driving me nuts.

Pictures of her flood my inbox, ranging from middle fingers to actual pussy and titty pictures. Her ass is everywhere, in strange positions, and with a variety of tools and toys, almost as if to mock me. I try to ignore it, even though it makes my blood boil.

She makes it impossible when she shows up in class in a tight red dress. Every boy in class looks at her like she’s some sort of sex bomb, their hungry little eyes and drooling mouths making me break a fucking Sharpie.

I get it. She’s fucking sexy, and now that she’s discovered it herself, she won’t give me or anyone else a break. The way she prances around class, showing off her best assets, has gotten my attention, all right.

To the point of me giving the entire class extra homework.

Now, everybody’s pissed off.

Well, at least I’m not the only one.

When class ends, I want to call her back and tell her to stay for extra study time. Real study time. If I can’t punish her my way, I’ll punish her the old-fashioned way.

“Hailey,” I yell as she’s the last one to leave with Lesley.

She sticks up her middle finger, not even granting me one look.

Shaking my head, I laugh.

I guess telling a girl you want to quit the random sex really does piss her off.

She just doesn’t realize she’s not the only one who misses it.

But just because I miss it doesn’t make it the right choice.

Not with so much on the line.

Every time I look at that girl, Lesley, I wonder if she’s going to burst one day … And then everyone will know what I’ve done. My life will be over.

Again.

I just fucking can’t.

So I go back home, still moody as fuck, and surrender myself to a bottle of whiskey instead. Ninja is there to greet me with his usual squeaky meow, which sounds more like he’s whining for pussy than anything else.

“I know what you’re going through, boy,” I tell him, patting him on the head.

He rubs against my leg and then drops in front of my feet, rolling around on the floor to show me his balls. They’re huge, as always. I guess we have more than just the lack of pussy in common.

I settle for sitting on the couch after which Ninja joins me, pressing his gigantic balls on my lap. I don’t really give a shit, so I just keep scratching behind his ear while he drools on my shirt. It’s what we usually do when we’re alone. That, and eat dinner together.

He likes things quiet, just like I do. He also likes to watch television, specifically when there are other kitties on—probably because of the pussy. We would’ve had a perfect bromance, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s a cat.

I don’t even know why I’m enjoying myself the way I am right now, but I guess the whiskey is doing its thing. Quite effective, if you ask me. I already feel much, much better.

The only thing I need is a quick jerk off, and then it’ll all be good again.

My phone buzzes again, and I check the messages to see if it’s something important. Instead, it’s another pussy picture. Fuck me.

Thomas:
Enough. Do you want to get caught or something?

Hailey:
Anything to get the point across.

Thomas:
And what point is that? Seeing if I’m still attracted to you? You’re right, I am, but that doesn’t make this okay.

Hailey:
Just because it isn’t okay doesn’t mean it can’t be done. I don’t care about being caught.

I close the app and put my phone away before I do something I might regret.

I pick up the bottle of whiskey and take another sip straight from the bottle. I don’t give a shit if it gets me drunk. I need a good hangover right now to get over her and her sweet pussy. Fuck me, I can’t stop thinking about driving my fingers up in her, making her suck my dick for all the nasty shit she said.

My cock is already hard from the thought alone.

Goddammit.

Time for porn.

I grab my laptop and open the browser, but then someone rings my doorbell.

I roll my eyes and sigh out loud as I get up off the couch and walk to the door.

“What do you want?” I say as I open it, but when I see the face in front of me, I freeze. “Natalie …”

“Just checking up on you.” She glances sideways over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

I try to block her view with my body. “Nothing important.”

“Hmm … well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Depends,” I muse.

“On what? If I leave quickly?” She places her hand on the door. “I know what you’re doing, Thom. You’re hiding again.”

I frown. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“I can see the bottle from here, you know …” She raises her brow at me.