Miss me? Wow, I haven't updated in FOREVER. But that's gonna change. I have some fun ideas for this story. Sad, too. Hope you like it.
And there will be lemons if you want, tell me in the reviews if I should change my rating and add some naughty situations to this story.
Alli smiled gleefully at me when I stepped out of the bathroom, wearing the outfit she picked out for me. Surprisingly, I didn't look slutty, as per usual were Alli's choice of clothing. It was made of a silvery blue silk material that slipped on me like air; the middle of the dress had a black silk ribbon with a small flower made of the same material. The neck line plunged dangerously low, but enough to be considered decent as was the bottom of the dress that reached just below the middle of my thigh. My hair was curled into ringlets and my make-up was light, no matter how much Alli begged me, I would not have her do my make-up. God knows she has enough for three people.
"You look great, Clare. Seriously stunning," Alli commented with a broad smile. "But these black heels will top the whole thing off perfectly."
"Alli! Those heels are higher than what you're wearing. I am NOT wearing those." Clare barked, crossing her arms over the almost-too-low-cut dress.
"They're perfect for that dress and you know it. Plus it's not like you can wear flats with that. Dresses of this kind require actual heels. Now hurry, we don't wanna be out too late, we dohave work in the morning." Were Alli's wise words, of course I knew I couldn't stay out late.
As it was, I had been on the brink of losing my job at Degrassi Community School as their new English teacher and Creative Writing fill-in. What with the drama of my...no I wouldn't think of him. No more. Never. This was it. I shook my head of any thought about him and strode over to Alli and grabbed the sky-high heels.
I rolled my eyes after standing with the heels on, I was at the very least four inches taller. But I had to admit, as I examined myself in the full length mirror on my closet door, I looked incredibly hot. Alli agreed and handed me a silver clutch before leading me out of the room and towards the front door.
Alli followed behind me and went to the passenger side to my Prius – yeah, say what you want, this car has lasted me for almost forever. I climbed into the driver's side, put the keys in the emission and started it.
We pulled off the curb and towards the highway; although I had no clue where we were going to go. Alli said she'd take care of it, and was just giving me directions. Eventually we parked on the curb in downtown Toronto, and walked five blocks until we reached the club. Unfortunately, we got catcalls the whole walk towards the club, one gross and drunken man tried to grope me, which ended him receiving a vicious spray of my pepper spray.
"We came all the way here, getting harassed along the way, just to go to this dumb club!" I whined, as we got in line, crossing my arms defiantly.
"You're the one who needed to get out, stop complaining and live a little." My dark-skinned friend commented; before stepping up to the usher who allowed us both in.
I felt uneasy, since we had to walk up three steep staircases, then down a long hallway until we got to the end where two large doors stood.
Once in there, I started to feel a lot better. The music was fast and pulsated through me, the strobe lights reflected off my dress and made it shimmer. I was in awe of how amazing this place looked; it wasn't at all as trashy as I thought it'd be.
The place was huge, the ceiling at least twenty feet high. The floor was black marble with a bar in the middle of the room, which had frosted glass along the sides with lights glowing within it. Tall tables were scattered along the walls, which matched the walls on the bar.
People clustered and most danced in the wide tiled floor between the bar and the stage where the DJ played the heavy music. Lights flashed and danced across the room, reflecting off sheer clothing and the frosted glass of the walls.
We strutted over to the bar, earning a few winks and comments along the way. There were two bartenders, both busy, but one managed to make his way over to us. He flipped his blonde hair and flashed a smile, his teeth pearly white and wide.
"What can I get you ladies?" He asked, winking at both Alli and myself.
I felt a blush crawl up my cheeks as he stared at me after Alli ordered a martini, "Uh…I'll have a shot of tequila."
"Well, well. Didn't take you for that type, but alright." He chuckled before walking over to the middle counter where the variety of alcohol was held to get Alli's drink together.
"Clare!" Alli squeaked at me.
"What! That's the only alcohol I know! You know, aside from wine and champagne. Besides, you told me to live a little," I winked at her before grabbing the shot glass the bartender just gave me.
"To…" Alli started as she lifted her glass.
"A new beginning." I finished.
The music in the club was intense, the beat was deep and fast, vibrating every part of my body. I felt alive as the music flowed into my body and took over every movement of my body. Alli was dancing with me, swaying her hips as she took occasional sips from her margarita. I had about ten shots of tequila and a glass a yager, numbing my mind and let instinct to take over.
I hadn't notice the man behind me. I didn't notice his hands gripping my waist. I didn't notice his lips on my neck. I didn't notice his hand slip under the hem of my dress. All of it was a blur, and suddenly, I wasn't with Alli and I wasn't in the club.
Instead, I was in an open spaced apartment that seemed really familiar. But I didn't pay attention to that. I was more involved with the man kissing me aggressively; his lips were rough and chapped.
But I was so intoxicated, and I craved this intimacy that I've been so depraved of. So I slipped my hands to the back of the stranger's neck and crushed his lips to mine. I moaned when my back made contact with the apartment wall.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, his hands working on the buttons on the back of the dress. I pushed my hips up to his, and a loud moan left his mouth and into mine. The silky dress slipped down my body and revealed the black strapless bra and matching panties underneath.
"You're gorgeous." He said, those were the first words he spoke to me.
And everything went black.
I groaned, rolling away from the sudden bright sunlight that glared in my face. My stomach was churning and my head felt like someone was smashing a rock against it repeatedly. I let out a low moan of pain, the churning in my stomach increasing, and I clutched my abdomen as I slipped off the bed and stumbled through the room to find my bathroom.
I found the door, opened it, only to find a large closet. I groaned and placed a hand over my mouth, quickly looking around the room for somewhere to throw up.
"Hey, hey, the bathrooms over there." Said a deep voice, and I was pulled into a painfully bright room. But I saw the toilet and lunged for it as my stomach released the contents into the once pearly white bowl.
My hair was pulled back by the stranger as I continuously threw up yesterday's food. Unfortunately, my stomach emptied, and I started dry-heaving. I had never drank so much in my life, and as of right now, I swear I will never drink again.
Once my dry-heaves stopped, I leaned back into the arms of the stranger. He was strong; I'd give him that, because he picked me up gingerly and sat me somewhere. I numbly heard water running and barely felt how the stranger easily picked me up and put me somewhere warm.
"You wash up. There are towels on the sink and I put an extra set of clothes on the bed. I'm going to make us some breakfast." Said the stranger; I nodded and finally looked him in the face.
"…K.C.?"
I didn't want to get out of the tub. Mainly for two reasons; the water was incredibly warm and my body loved the feeling, the other more obvious reason, was I did not want to face K.C. and I did not want to discuss what happened last night.
I know we slept together, that was obvious since I woke up naked in his bed. And I didn't want to have him think that we could get back together. I mean, after Jenna gave the baby up for adoption, they broke up. Almost immediately, he came after me. Which never settled well with…well, you know.
So this…was not good. Not good, at all. As the water cooled slightly, I knew I better wash up, and I took a bar of soap to wash my body. After rinsing it off, I scrubbed my hair and dunked my whole head and body underwater.
When I resurfaced, I took note of the large bathroom. I was in the tub, which was rather large, in the already big bathroom. It was tiled, of course, with pale brown tiles and the walls had the same except with intricate patterns. The tub was white with a square outside, the same tile as the floor, and had a shiny silver faucet.
There was a shower separate, all glass and next to the tub, it was frosted and had a sliding door. On the other side of the room was a large double sink with a huge mirror over top on one side of the door, the other had a toilet with a ledge for privacy I guessed.
I suddenly remembered that K.C. had become a renowned football player, so of course his apartment was lavish. I shook my head and realized why the apartment had been so familiar; I saw it in a magazine doing an interview of his home. Best of Canada, it read.
With the water now completely cold, I stood, the sound of water sliding down into the tub below echoed in the large space. I stepped over and out, onto the plush mat that absorbed the water and I walked over to the sink to get the towels.
I dried my hair, wrapped it, and proceeded to dry the rest of my body. I glanced in the mirror and noticed how horrible I looked, even after that amazing bath.
It didn't matter; I didn't have anyone to look good for, especially not K.C. so I just walked into the bedroom and rolled my eyes at how cliché it looked.
Pale blue walls, all matching dark mahogany furniture – from the gigantic dresser to the simple desk and the intricately designed bed. The covers to the king sized bed was black, the pillow lined with silver. On it was boxers and a large white button-up.
I got angry but swallowed it and put on the clothes; they smelled like him, not that I cared. I put them on and went back into the bathroom to fix my hair, my head was still pounding so I searched through the drawers until I found Tylenol and took four, sipping out of one of the cups on the sink.
I left the bathroom, and the bedroom. The hallway wasn't that long and I found the obvious way to the kitchen where the smell of eggs and hash browns made its way to my nose. Suddenly my stomach gurgled and I quickened my footsteps.
I emerged into a strangely familiar kitchen, and recognized it as looking like Fiona Coyne's old loft's kitchen. Except there was an actual table, and the kitchen did lead to a large living room – larger than Fiona's – but the kitchen was up on a ledge and had steps down to the living room. A white leather 'L' shaped couch and matching plush white leather chairs sat in the living room, a mahogany coffee table in the middle.
On the wall opposite to the kitchen was a mahogany entertainment system and plasma television, which was currently playing a football game – figures.
"Morning, beautiful." Smiled K.C. and I shivered at the all too similar tone and phrase that…he used to say.
"We need to talk," I said while walking to the counter where he was preparing our plates.
"I know," he mumbled as he looked down.
He sure grew up, facial hair appeared around his mouth and jaw, just a shadow. Which made him look good; wait, did I just think that? I shook my head, somewhat wet curls clinging to my cheek. I stared at his broad bare chest, muscles well defined and a very noticeable happy trail disappearing into his pajama pants which were dropping off his hips, the 'Love triangle' very prominent as well.
I bit my lip; I had just slept with this god- what? I need to stop. I glanced up to see a slight smile appear on his lips. His gorgeous dark eyes were hidden beneath his shaggy hair – again, I need to stop.
"See something you like, if you're up for it, we can go another round." He winked and a blush crawled up, "god I missed that. I used to make you blush all the time; it's adorable."
"No. Not gonna happen. That's why I wanted to talk to you. I…I just can-"
"What about last night? I thought I made you happy; and this morning, even now, I'm making breakfast for us." He sighed, and then looked away. "I know… that we don't have the best history. But I've changed, Clare. I grew up; I don't care about sex or looks – although you're absolutely stunning. Just…can you give me a second chance?"
The whole time he spoke, he walked around the counter and towards me, and the last part, he gripped my hands. His eyes were so sincere, and he was such wonderful distraction from…him.
"K.C. I… I don't know what to say." I said truthfully.
"Say that we'll go out tonight, please." He said, and I looked away before snapping my head up.
"Shit! Where are my clothes?" I frantically ran away, terrified that I was late for my job.
"Clare! What's wrong?" K.C. asked with a hint of desperation.
"It's Monday, I have work!" I cried and burst into the bedroom.
"Tell me you'll go out with me tonight and I'll give you your clothes back." He stated and I twisted my head to face him with an awestruck face.
"What?" Was my genius reply.
"Just say yes."
"K.C.!"
"Was that a yes?"
"Fine; but this is, like, blackmail."
"Your purse in on the kitchen table and I had Alli bring you clothes. She's kinda mad you ditched her. The clothes are on the dresser." He chuckled and I glared.
"If I already had clothes, why did you have me wear yours?" I asked while crossing the room to see a large bag and opened it to see a black high waisted skirt and pale pink blouse with a pair of plain black heels.
"Because I wanted to see you in my clothes. You look good." K.C. laughed and came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist.
"You're pushing it, Gol-Gutherie." I felt my heart tense up at the almost slip up, and my eyes started to hurt.
"I know," he kissed the back of my neck while taking a big smell of my hair, ending in a sigh. "But it'll be worth it, I promise. When you're done, I'll have my chauffer drive you to Degrassi. Your car is already there."
"That isn't necessary, I ca-"
"Nonsense, you're in downtown Toronto. And no cabs. Now get dressed." He said while letting me go with one last kiss to my neck. "I'll have breakfast ready; hey, why don't we meet up at the Dot instead of dinner tonight. And we can go out Friday."
"Someone's getting ahead of himself," I said while unbuttoning my top.
"No, I just want to make this work." He gave me a wide smile when he finally shut the door.
"Bye!" K.C. kissed my cheek before sending me off to the school in his town car.
I looked through my phone, seeing I had ten texts – six from Alli, four from Adam. And five calls, all from Alli. I decided to give her a call while clutching my thermos of coffee, I'd definitely need it for later.
"You. Are. In. Soooo much trouble." Was said after one ring.
"Don't kill me." I stated and opened my briefcase that Alli had also brought.
"Oh, I will do much worse. And what were you doing with K.C. of all people?" She shrieked; I rolled my eyes.
"I left with him last night. Alli, I was so drunk that I didn't even know who he was." Trying to excuse my behavior made me seem like a whore, total backfire.
"That's lovely, so since you didn't even know who the hell he was at the time permits you to leaving me drunk off my ass at the club. With no cab fare; I had to call Adam!" She shrieked and I gave a sigh.
"Is that why he called?" I asked and glanced out the window to see I was nearing Degrassi.
"He called? Well, I don't know why he would but he picked me up even though he was supposed to be with Emilia and the kids tonight!" I cringed and felt my heart drop; I've been such a nuisance lately.
"I'm sorry." Was my pathetic reply.
"Don't apologize to me, call him, and see what he wanted too." Alli ordered and I nodded, then felt stupid after realizing she couldn't see me.
"Alright, well I'm at Degrassi, coffee tomorrow?" I asked and heard a frustrated sigh.
"Dot; 12 o'clock. And we'll talk about Mr. Guthrie at this coffee date as well." I heard her playful laugh on the other end and knew she calmed down.
"Sure thing; bye!" I said and closed my phone before she could continue.
I jumped out of the town car and ran up the steps of Degrassi, briefcase in hand as well as my purse. I went into the Office to talk to Principal Sheppard Junior – yeah, and he's worse than his father.
"Sorry I'm late; but this is the last time. I swear. Dock all the pay you want." I begged when I walked into his office to see him conversing with the Superintendent.
"Oh, heh, hello." I laughed nervously as I was met face to face with…Wesley?
"Wesley? You're the Superintendent?" I asked and cocked my head.
"Yes, new actually. I worked under him and was promoted when he retired last week. It's good to see you!" He gave me an awkward hug which I responded to feebly.
"Yes, well, what's this I hear about the last time? You've been late before?" He asked and I felt my cheeks blush.
"Well it's a long story…about Eli…an-" Shep Junior cut me off.
"This is the ninth time since the past two months. I'm sorry, Miss Edwards bu-" Wesley cut him off.
"Cut her some slack, this will be the last unexcused time you'll be late, right Miss Edwards?" Wesley asked and I stammered until I replied with a feebly yes.
"Well, we still have some things to discuss, have the Secretary excuse Edwards' Sub and she'll get right into work."
"Thank you, Wesley!" I smiled and hugged him again as I left the office.
"Wesley, if I ma-" Wesley cut off the Principal with a stern look.
"She's a great teacher, and I'm sure this will be the last time. Now as we were, the budget for the science department is horrendous, and the athletic department is getting seventy percent of the budget. That's going to change, I assure you." Wesley voice started to fade as I left the office and down the hallway and towards my classroom.
My phone rang and I checked it quickly before entering the classroom; 'Can't wait to see you for lunch – KC'
"What have you gotten yourself into?" I asked myself with a exhausted sigh.