Chapter Two
It was early morning and I was still groggy from the night before. For some reason I had been depressed over the current standing of this guy I liked but didn't exactly feel the same way about me. Instead, he used me for being his fashion consultant so that he could go out and get other women to have fun with. Why would he have left me for some of those shallow sluts?
My hand moved over my head once again while I felt my messy hair and started to remember back to that night. There he was, sitting at the bar in casual black slacks, his dark grey button up shirt unbuttoned at the top to expose his tan skin where the muscles were defined underneath. Loosely around his next hung a black tie that seemed to draw my eyes downwards towards the bulge.
Quickly, I moved my eyes over to the mirror where I fixed my auburn hair as it the straight red strands moved around my face a little and the rest shimmered until it ended at the small of my back. I adjusted my soft green shirt that had five buttons in the front and made sure that a few were unbuttoned so to show a bit of cleavage along with pulled my white skirt up a little for some booty call and to show off my calf muscles from wearing my soft green heels.
Without another adjustment, my blue-green eyes looked at the Professor as I strolled over to him and casually took a seat at the bar. I rested my arm on the bar so my breasts wouldn't be squished because of me being too short. Always, I hated sitting at the bar because my legs dangled too much but tonight I really didn't care much. I wanted to drink my sorrows away because I had been used.
"I'll have a large Screw-Driver along with a shot of tequila," I said, only to hear a soft chuckle beside me and turned to see his blue eyes gazing down at me. For a moment, I saw them flicker to my chest and then back to my face.
"I never thought I would catch one of my students in a bar," he said, a twinkle in his eye and grin on his face. I smiled back and patted his shoulder, although it felt like I was reaching towards the ceiling with just that one movement.
"Well, lets just say guys suck and this is the only way to keep the pain away until the morning," I replied. A look of pity went over his face only for me to just look away just because I didn't want to see those eyes and because my drinks had arrived. I picked up the shot of tequila and downed it, then started in on my Screw-Driver. It seemed that within a matter of minutes, it was gone too and I could already feel the flush coming to my cheeks rather rapidly.
"Do you want to talk about it?" his deep voice was rumbling in his chest and it made my heart speed up when I heard it. My head seemed to jerk while my fingers gripped the bar.
"I got dumped because he wanted another girl that would sleep with him after the first date. He used me enough to take my fashion sense but he won't look as good in it unless I'm standing next to him," I replied with a playful smile to follow. His large hand touched my shoulder in a comforting manner but instead, it made me blush and turned me on. I wanted him so bad but it seemed that he was just out of reach.
"Things will get better; you'll meet someone worth your time someday," he replied and then took a drink. Instead I was screaming: "Yes, you are worth any and all of my time!" But instead I just held onto the counter more while waving my hand for another drink.
Time seemed to pass by, rapidly while I continued to down one shot after another; but each time I could feel myself drifting further and further away from reality. Instead of stopping here, I asked for another screw driver and slowly started to milk my last drink for the evening. Suddenly, music started playing and I felt myself moved by the beat while giggles made their way up my throat. Shaky and starting to stumble, I climbed onto the bar while my companion at my side was gone to the bathroom.
Without another thought, I started dancing to the music with a large smile on my face. My hands gripped the bottom of my shirt while I started to pull it up only at that time to be pulled down from the bar but my shirt wasn't with me. Instead, I found it beside my drink and still giggled.
"I didn't know you were like that Professor Almasy," I slurred only to see his cheeks flush a little while he held me. Quickly he helped me put my shirt back on and then we started out the door, even though I tried to finish my drink while walking only for him to take it and put it on the bar. It was cold and I quickly wrapped my arms around myself while we walked towards his car. Never before had I thought he would be driving a motorcycle even in the state he was in as well…or rather he only had one glass while I had six within a two hour period.
"Put this on," he said, handing me his leather jacket. I must have looked at it stupidly since he helped me into it. His cologne was musky, mysterious, and making me mentally drool while I let my hands touch his chest gently, feeling the muscles tense up suddenly at my touch. I didn't want to let go but slowly he finished zipping up his jacket and then put a helmet on my head before putting one on his himself.
The wind was cold against my legs while we continued back to the garden. I was feeling a bit sick already and wanted to make everything stop. Still, I couldn't help not letting my hands wander as I felt his muscles with each of my fingers. This was the first time I had ever been so close to him like this and it felt wonderful…ok, not wonderful but absolutely exulting! What girl wouldn't want to be like this with such a hot man like him?
We stopped in the parking lot only for him to help my off while I stumbled around towards my dorm room with the helmet still on. Without the helmet, I don't believe my head would have made it when it contacted with the stairs. It was late, I was tired and somehow I had made it to my dorm room in one piece only for my helmet to be removed by some figure but the jacket stayed.
"Good night…" I managed to mutter and then moved into my room.
The toilet was my best friend while I remembered what had happened that night and still, I hugged it tightly while I hiccupped and felt the hot tears still rolling down my cheeks. There was a knock on my door only for me to feel my stomach clutch tightly while I ignored it and pray to my toilet once again. It was only five in the morning and yet I had another three hours of sleep I could have been getting but instead, I was lurching.
After a while, I climbed into the shower only to feel the hot water starting to calm me and finally removing the acidic taste from my mouth. It was only six and I still had two hours to go. Quietly, I moved into the hall with the jacket in my hands and walked towards the dorms belonging to the professors. Lightly I tapped on Professor Seifer Almasy's door only for it to be answered quickly. He stood there halfway dressed, shirt off, but still looking ever-so good.
The thoughts were pushed out of my mind while I gripped the jacket. I held it out and put on a fake smile.
"Thank-you for last night," I said, bowing respectfully and feeling him take the heavy article of clothing from my hands. Without another word, I walked away simply to get myself a cup of coffee. I made sure to milk it for a while but when it was gone, I put my head on the table. Today wasn't going to be great. For who knew how long I sat sleeping only to feel a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see the Headmaster looking down at me with a suspicious look.
"Out again?" he questioned, setting a cup of coffee in front of me and then taking a seat himself across from me. His dull dark blue eyes seemed calming even though he was a silent man that never spoke much unless he had to. Dark chocolate brown hair curved around his slim face while he sat strong and lean in his dark blue school uniform. For just being a year older than I, he was a well respected man. After the war, things got better and he now ruled this entire school.
"Yes," I replied in a meek voice while I mixed my coffee before milking it again.
"Got dumped?" he asked only for me to nod in response. His hand gently touched mine for a moment and then I heard the bell ring; class was to start in five minutes so I quickly downed my coffee and put on my fake smile.
"Thank you Headmaster Lionheart," I said and then ran in the direction towards class. The sad part about it was I had Seifer this early in the morning and I was afraid there may be something different about us since last night…and me grabbing his chest so hungrily. I sighed and walked into the class with a large smile only to see Nevar dueling it out again to show her skills. It made me a bit jealous that she could learn so quick but she was my friend so I knew very well that she would be helping me out.
It was another boring lecture and I sat in the back of the classroom drawing once again his beautiful figure. I couldn't help it since the art idea suddenly came to my mind while I seemed to know all the details there was about him. When I heard my name being called and then Nevar's after mine, I knew we were partners which made me smile. Quickly, I moved over to my friend and grinned.
"Nevar!" I called only for her to turn to me with her deep brown eyes being surprised while her long black hair was pulled back into a low tail. She grinned and felt for her gunblade.
"Oi! Adora, you're my partner for today?" she asked. I cockily grinned.
"Yep, ready to lose?"
"Right, as if that would ever happen."
After the walk, I grinned towards Nevar while I knew there was something going on since her fighting style was a little strange since she face was also flushed.
"Saw your match with Professor Almasy, looks like you were quite flustered," I said, still grinning only to see her roll her eyes. Her neck crackled before she spoke.
"Man's got quick reflexes, that's a fact. I still have to work on my form too; there were so many flaws in my attacks," she finally responded. Surely, there was something more to it other than that right? I had never seen her so flustered like that in my entire life but who could not help it while being around that man?
"I bet there was more to it then that; surely you were a little distracted."
"Well no shit! He's only gorgeous, witty, and strong," she replied.
"Especially gorgeous," Professor Almasy's voice chimed from behind us only for me to turn and wave to him.
"Professor Almasy!" I was excited to see him again. After this morning, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to. I shifted my load of books to my other arm. "Gorgeous doesn't even begin to describe you!"
He only chuckled at my response.
"I..uh…guess you heard that huh?" He nodded at Nevar and waved an idle hand.
"Yeah but, it's old news. Anyways, about the fight, I was impressed today. You keep up the good work. I have a feeling that if it weren't for your…distractions…you would have had an easier win."
He came up beside me, I felt myself become tense at him being so close and then his hand gently patting the top of my head.
"Adora, would you like to join me for lunch today? I wanted to go over some of your papers from last years final exam, there were some points you mentioned that I would like to have some elaboration on." Of course I was going to accept any moment with this man because…well…he was irresistible.
"Sure thing, just let me get my shower!" He only laughed in response and then excused himself to talk to another professor. We continued on our way and I watched at Nevar slouched her shoulders.
"How come YOU always get to go over to his dorm?" she asked, it seemed as if she was a bit irritated by the concept.
"Because," I sang, "I'm special!"
"Special Ed…" she snorted.
"You got it," I replied, trying to change it into more of a compliment.
"Ugh…"
After my warm shower I dressed in casual clothes of my light faded blue jeans that were frayed at the bottoms and a simple white shirt that was the same style as my light green one from the night before. I slipped on my white flip-flips that showed off my red painted toe nails along with silver toe rings. Letting my hair fall, I walked towards his dorm once again for lunch with the copy of my papers from last term. I had read over them again and got an insight on what I wrote last year.
I tapped on the door gently only to be let in quickly and heard the door click behind me. My head still hurt but I continued into his room to see the large bed covered in soft silky dark blue sheets and wanted so bad to lay on them so I could take in his scent. His voice startled me and pulled me out of my thoughts only for me to take a seat at the black table that had light blue placemats with our meals ready.
The chicken salad looked wonderful and I was glad he remembered that I like it with Caesar dressing because it had a tang to it and then my raspberry ice tea with a lemon in it. I took my seat and pulled the cloth napkin across my lap before looking up at him to see if he started eating on his steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Gently, he picked up his fork and I followed while we both slowly ate without idle conversation nor looking at each other.
"Do you still have a headache?" he asked suddenly enough that I dropped my fork and watched it clatter against the wooden floor. I just seemed to stare at it for a moment and then moved to pick it up, wiping it off with my napkin. For some reason, I didn't look at him and made sure eye contact was not going to be made. Who knew what I would do.
"I'm starting to feel better. The toilet was my best friend this morning," I replied with a soft giggle to follow. Silence seemed to drip around us and I looked at his plate to see it almost empty along with mine. I was finished and then started milking my ice tea to only have that flavor consume my mouth. This was strange; before we would talk about things and I already had my papers with me but yet we never came near the subject at all. My fingers pulled my napkin from my lap and then I quickly moved to my feet, the chair pushing back suddenly behind me that it squeaked onto the floor. "I better go."
This silence was deafening and I needed to get away from it. Just this feeling of it was purely wrong for some moment and I knew that I was going to explode if I didn't leave now. His chair suddenly clattered against the floor and then I felt his strong grip against my wrist while I was turned around and my back came in contact with the door. I was forced to look into his eyes while his large hand gently touched my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.
"What's wrong?" he asked suddenly while I continued to gaze at him.
"I'm sorry for last night, I didn't mean to. I just went out of my boundaries of the whole student/teacher relationship status but I couldn't help. I mean, it's you and you are just, well, you know," I said suddenly, feeling ask if my words were starting to run together. He seemed a bit confused while he still held me firmly.
"I'm what?" he asked, more of a curiosity coming out from his question than just wanting an answer. I was starting to become flustered.
"Seifer," I said, his name rolling off my tongue in a foreign manner. "I can't be like this with you. I also can't believe I'm saying this but you're irresistible, especially right now. Oh gods I wanted to take all that I could last night but managed to stop myself before things seemed to get too much out of hand."
His eyes seemed to brighten and then I felt his mouth smash against mine with zest that I had never known before. Why was he kissing me? Out of all the girls in the school and the faculty members, why was I here and why was he kissing me? I managed to catch my breath after we parted only for my fingers to pull at the collar of his trench coat and bring me back to my lustful pleasure.
What was I doing? I was making this worse than it already was and now everything was going to be completely awkward. Suddenly, I pushed him back while my shaky hand turned the door knob and then I jolt out. My face was completely red, I was light headed, and I needed some air and it needed me too.
