A/N: Okay to say things are progressing fast is an understatement but trust me.. it's gonna be worth it lol

Chapter 2

Unexpected Guest

I woke up feeling extremely foggy and not really remembering how I got home but my head was pounding and my eyes were burning from the mascara I never took off. I tried rolling over but felt a hard bump and froze before literally sliding off my bed like damn slinky trying to remember wheat happened after I… OH SHIT! I didn't… did I?

I slowly creep up to peek at who's in my bed but all I can see is an arm, so reach up pulling the covers down and sigh when I see a Mohawk knowing now it was just Noah and slid back into bed closing my eyes.

Wait hold up… the fuck he doing in my damn bed?

"Noah?"

"..."

"Boy I know you can hear me!"

"Fineee! What?" He said turning over and looking at me through one opened eye.

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Damn, you'd think after four rounds of sex you'd remember at least two of them." He said sitting revealing is bare chest. I sucked in some air and gave him a wide eyed look before pulling the covers completely down and immediately rolling my eyes and hitting him a few times while he laughed.

"I hate you! Why are you even here? What happened to blondie?"

"Well if you must know after watching you and Mr. E basically fuck each other on the dance floor I had to get you out of there because you tried to follow him and you know drunk Mercy is a little… cray." he replied yawning.

"Oh hell… did I really? How am I going to face him now? Oh shit… I -"

"You out!" I said before getting out of bed and smoothing my hair down and wiping my face with my dress before running to the door. Just as I could open the door Noah came out looking at his watch and muttering about being late.

"Later Cedes, lay off the booze okay?" He said opening the door and freezing before trying to muffle a laugh.

"I see you had an eventful night." That damn voice… why the hell did I do this to myself. Wait how in the hell did he know where I lived?

"Umm… Mr. Evans… what ah, what are you doing here?" I asked licking my lips that suddenly felt dry and smoothing down my dress.

"I figured I'd bite the bullet and come to you to sort this out before classes resumed on Monday. May I?" He asked and I moved aside to let him in scanning the room making sure I didn't have any underwear laying around. We walked into my living room and he sat while I chose to stand near my bookshelf for some damn reason, he gave me a look before letting out a breath.

"Last night we both got a little out of hand… you more than me but I still played a part in whatever it was we were doing. I'm your professor and you're my student and it needs to stay that way because it can be perceived… poorly." He said looking up at me with intense eyes.

"I should apologize it was purely my stupidity, what I did was out of anger and drunken mess. I'm sorry Mr. Evans and I-"

"Why was Noah here?"

"Wha-what? He brought me home… we're just friends." I replied not fully understanding why the hell I felt the need to explain myself but here I am explaining and shit.

"Does he come here often? He seemed very comfortable..." Oh my God! He's jealous… I would like to point out that I rarely make sound decisions and this next part will further make that fact known.

"What you wanted it to be you running out of my place in a hurry?" I asked with a smirk. He shot me a look and I couldn't help but giggle slightly.

"Ms. Jones, I have no reason to want that and I would like to just make sure we understand where we each stand on this matter."

"Why don't you call me Mercedes?"

"Because I don't, I rarely call my students by their first names because I want them to get used to being called Ms. Mrs. or Mr." He replied.

"Well I want you to call me by my first name."

"Ms. Jones..."

"Merrrrrcedes." I said moving from where I was standing and elongating the beginning of my name for him to copy.

"Well I see this isn't going any where so I'll leave and Ms. Jones-" I stood right in front of him invading his personal space and crossed my arms.

"Say my name then you can leave and I swear to never even think about last night." We had a stare down for a moment before he let out breath rolling his eyes. Like this should have been the moment I realized I was in over my head and you know.. stop whatever air brained idea I was currently trying to pursue but I couldn't because I'm me.

"Fine, I swear you're even more difficult outside than you are in class." He said standing up and towering over me with a sly smirk. Why the hell was I standing so close to this man and why the hell does he smell so damn good!

"I'm still waiting..." I said tapping my foot and moving my hands to my hips, looking at him with an amused smile. The corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly but his eyes remained intense and unreadable. He began to lean down until we were at eye level and he was sporting a smirk of his own before moving to my ear causing me to shudder at his closeness.

"Ms. Jones." He whispered before turning his head at the same moment I turned mine. He was looking at me again with same dark eyes from last night, I could feel his breath on my lips and a soft moan escaped mine before I could catch it. Our lips were so close and I felt myself moving in to close the tiny gap in between us but he burst my bubble yet again.

"I expect a new paper on my desk Monday morning if you want a chance at changing that D minus." I jerked from the haze I was put in and looked at him like he lost his damn mind. The smile that crossed his face made me want to punch the shit out of him but I would be lying if it didn't also make me want to rip his clothes off him as well. I mean it wouldn't be that bad… would it? Bitch he just gave you another paper to write… PAY ATTENTION.

"What the hell! Why would you make me… Fine, but I'm still transferring classes being that I will never get a passing grade from you so if you don't mind you can leave. I have a fucking paper to write for an asshole who calls his self a professor!" I said backing away from him and walking to the door opening it and waving him along. He looked conflicted for a moment but he just shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets before coming to leave but I stepped in front of the door before he could leave.

"Don't think I don't know you made me angry on purpose, Mr. Evans." Then I moved aside and let him leave slamming the door behind him.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Look, I'm not changing my damn-"

"I sat out there for thirty five minutes and in that small time frame I've seen two men leave your place."

"Mar-Marcus… what are you doing here?"

"Moma called me and told me she had a feeling. So here I am, you going to let me in or do I have to be tall and blonde?" I couldn't help but smile when he said that and I moved aside to let him inside.

"So who is he, why was he here and why the hell was Puck ass leaving here?" He asked looking around my apartment questionably before sitting down.

"He was my professor and he was telling me I could submit a new paper if I want to improve my grade… Noah brought me home last night and crashed." I mean it was the truth… right? He don't need to know that I tried to seduce my damn teacher in a drunken state… or a few minutes ago… like it's not really me trying to seduce him I'm just like you know curious?

"Lie, lie and why did he need to bring you home? Look I'm going home to see moma after this and you know she be knowing when I'm lying so I'm going to ask simple questions. Are you pregnant? Are you and Noah fucking? Are you and blondie fucking? What do your grades look like?" He asked throwing his head back shaking his head.

"Okay fine! I got drunk last night and Noah was there and he made sure I got home safely. No I'm not pregnant, HELL NO me and Noah are just friends that's it and he's my professor so absolutely not. My grades are good except for my creative writing class… which is why said professor was here." That sounds convincing right? Like I'm convinced…

"So you over here just letting teachers into your place? You nasty and I'm telling moma!"

"Dude! He's a complete asshole who keeps giving me below average grades… I really have been working hard and yes I party but not to the point that I should be barely passing his class." I said walking over and laying down on my ottoman dramatically.

"Maybe you're getting the grades you deserve. Look all I know is Noah needs not to be staying over, I remember him and he was a whole hoe and you are kinda pretty so you're on his radar."

"Bitch I'm gorgeous, you inherited the ugly genes!"

"Yeah keep telling yourself that. You need to clean up and shower and get started on that 'paper' come give me hug."

"You're not staying? We can have lunch or something..." I loved seeing my brother but he was always on the go and this was the third time he's even came to visit me.

"You know I can't I have to swing by moma's then I gotta get some z's before my next shift. Why I let that woman convince me to drive up here for something a phone call can fix I'll never know." He replied sighing.

"I mean… I didn't realize I was such a hassle." I said trying not to sound hurt but I really missed my brother and ever since he became a detective us hanging out was always something that had to be forced or planned.

"Hey Squirt I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it that way… come here." He said pulling the ottoman closer and grabbing my hands so I would get up.

"Look, if I could stay I would and I know I haven't been here to visit but my case load is crazy. The second it clears I'm yours, we'll even watch those movies you like so damn much." He said pulling me into a tight hug and then pulling back.

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart kid. I'll be up here again in a few months okay?"

"Okay and uh… about the drinking part, does moma really need to know that?" I asked putting my best smile on hoping he would show me mercy.

"That face can only get you out of so much trouble but I got you." He said giving me another hug and quickly walking through my apartment checking the rooms and shouting that I needed to go grocery shopping. I just rolled my eyes and waited for him to finish assessing my place.

"Bye Squirt." He said once he finished looking at his watch, I walked him out and promised to call later before closing and locking the door behind him. I walked into the kitchen already knowing he left a wad of money on my counter and placed it in my cookie jar. I never knew why he insisted on sending me money like I didn't have my own.

I guess I should tell you a little more about myself since I'm basically about to tell you about my love life… well future tense. I grew up in a small town that literally was never going to change and kept a girl caged. My parents, Deborah and Jacob Jones are pretty successful considering she's a lawyer and my dad is a retired police officer and my brother Marcus is a detective. I'm what you would call a late in life baby… which is a little nasty because why they still… you know what not even going to finish that.

Anyway, it's just me and my brother and to say I'm spoiled is an understatement BUT I don't let it go to my head because my parents do not play. I've always done well in school and always maintained a level of maturity about myself but I'm going to be honest my mouth kinda gets me into a lot of trouble… well that and the fact that I literally have no filter. When I got accepted to college I did not want to live in a dorm and my parents agreed if I kept my grades up and visited regularly they would allow me to have my own place… I can see now how I probably should have lived in a dorm because once I got that taste of freedom, I was just doing everything and when Noah transferred it was like having my partner in crime again so now you understand why Mr. Evans is a whole damn problem because I've been here for two years with perfect grades and now his ass wants to ruin a good thing. I mean he is sexy though.

…

After showering and cleaning up my apartment I checked my email and sure enough I had the new prompt for the paper I needed to write in less than 48 hours. He seriously knew how to make me hate writing and what was worse I could be out experiencing life but no… I needed to prove that I could write a great paper. Bitch you wrote nine great papers, he's just an asshole who obviously didn't know a good paper when he saw it.

Email: S. Evans

New prompt- The importance of respecting boundaries

Ms. Jones please highlight and define the importance of respecting boundaries and how disrespecting those boundaries can cause a ripple effect of consequences. Ten thousand words, single spaced and a rough draft must be submitted and approved before a final draft will be accepted.

-S Evans

This motherfucker got me twisted… I literally have no time to do two different papers!

Email: M. Jones

Mr. Evans, I can not get a rough draft and a final draft done by Monday! I'm going to need more time to get everything together first. Please consider another deadline.

-M. J.

Email: S. Evans

Deadline remains.

-S Evans

Y'all remember when I said I tend to get myself into troublesome situations? WELLL…. Brace yourselves.

Email: M. Jones

Mr. Evans, I will NOT be writing this paper and I will not be attending your class any longer so… F your deadline and the prompt is trash! Respect other's boundaries? Really? Last I checked I wasn't the only one dancing and I apologized! Also why the hell do you know where I live? Talking about respecting boundaries you literally came into my… Consider this my way of allowing you to fail me. Have a great day.

P. S. You're an asshole!

M. J.

Okay… stop the judgment! I have a temper… but to be fair this was an unreasonable deadline and he was being vindictive.

I let out a deep breath and closed my laptop knowing full well he was going to respond but I did not want to deal with whatever he rebuttal he would have given. So instead I decided to get caught up on other course work and since I officially lessened my course load I decided to have a little fun and drink some wine to… help me focus. Before I realized it I crashed on the couch and with the tv on and the sound of weather warning blaring and knocks on my door. I tried to comprehend what the hell was going on as I staggered to the door groaning and opening it rubbing my eyes. I figured it was just Noah so I didn't even think to check before opening the door.

"Damn-it Ms. Jones, I've been trying to reach you for hours and you open the door like this..." I blinked and realized it was Mr. Evans. Bitch you don't have any pants on…

Soooooo...? Y'all she a little wild and I LOVE IT! We got to meet her brother and if you think she's the only crazy one in her family trust me she's not! Next Chapter is almost complete and it's a whole mess and i love it! Also how the hell he know where she live?