(So I have the High School AU bug again so I'm working on "We Are Not Alone" again and also spitting out this thingy. This one is a little more fun and only gonna probably be like four chapters of fun cause I feel like it and I was inspired by the songs "Young Girl/Don't Stand So Close to Me" and "Mr. Watson", which are fun teacher/student songs to listen to. I'm a sucker for the teacher/student relationships in fiction… Real life it disturbs me but whatever lol. )
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Young teacher, the subject
Of school girl fantasy
She wants him so badly,
Knows what she wants to be
With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
Book markin'
She's so close now
This girl is half his age
Don't stand Oh boy, I just can't wait for history class Mr. Watson I want to get with you
Don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Young girl your out of your mind
Your love for me is way out of line
It's my favorite hour of the day
My favorite hour of the day
Up on the chalkboard, I just love your ass (mm)
When you write notes it shake, shake, shakes
So when you get back my pop quiz
What will you think when you read this?
I won't tell a soul what we're gonna do
Wanna get my hands in your Khaki pants
Teacher, teacher, what you gonna do?
Teacher, what you gonna do?
Cause I am coming on to you
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Ames Williams – adopted daughter of James and Lauren Williams – sat at her rickety kitchen table and stabbed – multiple times – at her burnt – more like extremely flambéed – miniature cake over and over and over again. She'd tried. By lord she'd tried… It had been a long time since she had baked anything. She was more of a microwave gal… But she'd wanted to try… I mean, it was for her birthday! But… Well… Fuck.
Ames sighed in defeat, dropping the sharp knife she'd grabbed from her roommates knife set and glared bitterly at the burnt – few chunks missing from vigorous stabbing on her part – cake. It was Six p.m. on a Friday night – her Birthday night – and no one had given her a present, asked how it felt to be older, or even called to simply tell her happy birthday – not even James and Lauren her supposed to be parents! Well yeah she understood they were busy – James with his law firm and Lauren with her Insurance company – and hey maybe they haven't had the chance to take time and call… Or maybe they just fucking forgot.
Ames ran her fingers through her long tussled, brunette hair before lowering her head, pressing her cheek against the cold, fake-wooden table; her arms sprawled out on either side of her head, staring out the cracked window of her apartment that she'd cracked open to get rid of some of the burnt cake smell. It didn't smell bad but it also didn't smell too good either.
She was all alone on her very special day. Her roommate – Layla – was off on a "it's-not-a-date" date with some guy named Martin she met at one of her oh-so-boring tech club meetings. Which reallyirked her because Ames couldn' get a date but her goofy nerdy roommate could?! Ugh.
Her friend since her days in the orphanage – Brody Rivera – hadn't even called… Then again she couldn't blame that on him either, seeing as how he was now in the army and over in Iraq. She missed him terribly and had hated him for even joining, but she was hoping he'd be sent home soon like so many other soldiers that had come home. Too bad it wasn't today on her birthday. He'd live it up with her.
Hell at this point a call from her ex-boyfriend – Alejandro Santiago – would be better than this. They'd ended on crappy terms, sure, but he'd be at least someone there for her while no one else seemed to give a damn… Ugh okay she was starting to sound utterly pathetic now… Yup. Fuck it. Time to break out the bottle and get shit faced.
Sitting up, Ames slammed the palm of her hands down on the table and rose to her feet. Clad in a black sports bra and red short shorts and, Ames made her way over to her almost empty – random note to self, get money and then go grocery shopping – refrigerator and yanked open the door and pulled out a half a bottle of UV Blue and a full bottle of strawberry wine before shutting the door and making ger way to her and Layla's living room.
Finding the remote to the radio she'd won in a bet against Brody, she glanced to make sure her iPod was hooked up, found her "Fuck Everything" labeled playlist of songs, before hitting play and turning the volume up as high as she could. The neighbors – all college party animal types – wouldn't complain at all considering most of them were also playing music to the maximum potential.
Plopping down on her couch, Ames opened the bottle of UV and decided to finish it off first, taking a large swig as she fell back into the overly plush couch leftover by the last tenants – thoroughly cleaned by her and Layla – and stared at the blank screen of her TV, not carrying to really turn it on as she nursed her bottle.
She really should probably be spending this unwished happy birthday time studying for the biology test she had coming up this Tuesday. She should probably not be drinking alone and while depressed. She should probably not be letting this get to her because it wasn't like this was the first birthday no one had said anything to or gotten anything for her. She should probably do a lot of things besides what she was doing. But in all honesty all her fucks were out the window. Ames Williams was fucking pissed and depressed and just wanted to drink.
'You know your teacher would probably be giving you that look if he saw how pathetic and stupid you were being, right?'
'Go away. I don't care.'
'Yeah. You do. You care because he's one of the few people you still respect.'
'…'
Taking another swig of her UV Blue, Ames grumbled incoherently at the little voice in her head that – after enough drinks – would probably be gone and forgotten. Her biology professor would totally give her that look. By 'that' look, she – and what others would call – the "eyebrow of disappointment/are you stupid" look. The man had a very expressive face for someone who usually kept his features cold and scary approachable. She blamed it on the fact that he had those intense ice-blue eyes of his. They could really pierce right through you sometimes.
Ames fell onto her side and into the plush of the couch. Squirming, she eventually got to her side and was in enough of an upright position to still take a large swig of her UV – which was now almost 3/4ths left now – and continued to glare at the TV as her iPod played some Eminem song she was to preoccupied to name. Her mind wandered here and there and nowhere as she simply drank her raspberry vodka and pouted – no more beating around it, she was pouting alright – at her TV as if it would suddenly come to life and give her a hug or happy birthday… Okay she wasn't drunk and already she was thinking crazy.
Sighing, Ames went to take another drink of her alcohol when she frowned and sat up, furrowing her brows. It was hard to tell… But she thought she heard a clanging over the loud music. She sat up more and tilted her head, not quite being able to tell what the noise – which okay she did hear – was. She weighed whether or not she should go to the door before her self pitying over her shitty day had her sliding back down. She went to trake another drink when, again, the clanging noise caught her again.
Realizing the person wasn't going away, Ames pushed herself up and onto her feet. Bottle in hand and not really caring to put on more clothes, she walked over to her door and – getting on her tiptoes – squinted as narrowly as she could to look through her peep hole. Both eyes widened as she sputtered in surprise. "Professor Guerrero?"
What the fuck was he doing here?! Her mind was in a state of disbelief as the man on the other side turned and looked at the door and frowned. "Ames?" he said, raising a brow, hands in the pockets of his jeans – he was in jeans?! He never wears jeans! – and leanded to one side.
She bit her lower lip and shifted on her feet. This was really weird. What the hell was her professor doing here? Sure he lived not that far from her – that had been a shocker to see – and sure he was familiar with her mother – his ex-wife works for her mother –but that didn't mean they'd ever really associated aside from discussions during class. In a classroom. Like student and professors do! Ames turned from the door and ran her fingers through her hair, debating just acting like she wasn't here and that the loud music was coming from another apartment- "Dude, I can hear you in there." Ah shit.
For some reason – and really she didn't get why she was acting like this – panic gripped her and she looked around the room like she wanted to find a place to hide. "Fine. Wanna play that way…" Ames gasped as she saw the doornob turn and heard the click of metal as it began to unlatched. Holy shit! Did he just- He picked her lock! He was her professor! Professors are not supposed to know how to do that, are they? What the fuck?!
"Nononono!" With all her might she lunged forward and slammed her body into the door, slamming the door back shut, wincing as she heard him curse. Oops. She might have hit him with the door there. "Just… Just give me a minute, okay?" And with that she relocked her door and jogged over to her radio remote and turned off the loud music, bolting over the couch – gymnastics class thank-you! – and ran to her room.
Shifting through her drawers, she stripped out her clothes, pulled on a bra and underwear – black frilly things given to her by her ex – and grabbed the first pair of pants she could find – a pair of green khaki's and a black tank-top. Taking her hair, she dragged it into a semi decent ponytail and slid on her shoes – sockless – before checking to make sure she didn't look blotchy – being depressed made her skin look horrible – before she ran back to the front door, snapped open the lock and swung the door wide open, ice-blue eyed covered by spectacles meeting amber
"Mr. Guerrero, hey!" She exclaimed, trying not to sound like a panting dog after having made her mad dash around her apartment. "What are you doing here?" She asked, plastering a smile on her face as she took in his appearance more. Through the peephole all she'd caught was that he was in jeans. Now she could see the simple blue t-shirt under a dark gray hoodie – it was starting to get cold out now – and his typical choice of black boots. It was a weird sight – but not unpleasant – for her because the man was always dressed professional, if not relaxed. His tie loose, unbuttoned coat and what-not. But still dressed up.
Guerrero's eyes wandered to the state of her apartment behind her. Decent place with obvious feminine touches, but with its own quirk to it. Suited his student – and as well her roommate – fairly well. "Trying to blow your ear drums out?" he asked, hands still stuffed in his pockets as she gave a small snort and shook her head.
"It's… A long story…" She said, trailing off, not really up to explaining that everyone she cared about and thought cared about her had forgotten about her special day. Clearing her throat, she stepped aside and waved a hand. "Hey, come inside… Sorry about the mess. Was so not expecting company," she said, stepping back as he walked through the door, the smell of his aftershave and scent that was purely his hitting her nose.
His eyes instantly landed on the forgotten bottle of UV Blue and unopened bottle of strawberry wine. Ames looked as sheepish as she could as she walked over and gathered the bottles, quickly taking them to her kitchen. How embarrassing! He was gonna think she was some Friday night drunk…
"Would you like some tea? Coffee? Water?" She asked, opening one of her top cabinets to pull out two glasses. "Tea," he said, taking a seat in the large chair that Layla's father had bought them for their apartment. Ames tried not to feel uncomfortable at how comfortable he was acting in her living-room, already seeming to have made himself at ho- "Okay feet off the coffee table, teach," she ordered as she grabbed her kettle and filled it with warm water.
He smirked and lowered his feet from the coffee table and simple leaned back, slightly slouched in the couch. "Any reason you're drinking alone on a Friday?" he asked, almost causing her to drop the tea-bags she had to reach for on her tip-toes. She covered it up with a huff and smile. "I'm a young, sexy college girl Do I need a reason to want to get shit-faced on a Friday?" She smirked at him over her shoulder before turning back to put her tea-bag into their cups and waited for the kettle to whistle.
She turned in time to see him shrug. "Not usually reason enough. Common reason people drink is depression, weddings, funerals, anniversaries, holiday's," he watched her as the kettle went off "a birthday?" He smiled as heard her curse from knocking into the kettle in surprise. She shook her hand and checked for burn welts. Finding nothing, she quickly poured the hot water into the cups with the tea-bags. She gave as much of a casual smile as she could as she walked into the living-room and sat his cup in front of him, walking back to grab spoons for each of them before sitting down
"Well yeah there are those reasons to I suppose." She shrugged. "But birthdays are totally overrated." She waved the idea off and plastered a fake smile as she blew on her hot tea as she stirred the tea-bag inside. There is no way in seven hells he knew what today was. It was just a total coincidence is all.
Guerrero nodded as she stirred his own tea – watching her rise to grab the bowl of sugar cubes and bring it to the kitchen table – and tapped his spoon on the side to shake the content off. "So you don't think birthdays are important?" She quickly answered. "No not really. I mean really it's so selfish… Total JV field. It's just asking people to spoil you… Besides the whole party thing or getting presents is for little kids" she finished, a little voice singing in her ears. 'Liar, liar pants on fire! Hanging-!' She snuffed that instantly.
He took a sip of his tea and nodded. "That makes you too old for presents, then?" She instantly answered "Totally." She said, nodding definitely as she went to take a sip of her own tea... Stopping as she curiously tilted her head to him. "Why do you ask?"
R & R Please
To be Continued…
Welp! I'm freakin tired and have been working on this for three hours now because distractions and homework got In the way and now I just wanna sleeeppp! Enjoy!