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"I'm telling ya," I took a hard hit from the water bong sitting on the living room table and somehow kept myself from coughing out a lung. "Courtney Love did him in. She ran his ass straight to the ground." I leaned back into the plush cushions of her brown, leather couch, watching as Ms. Robert's slid the bong to her side of the table and took a large hit of her own. "The straw that broke the camel's back." I finished.

"And I'm telling you you're wrong. The only reason he didn't pull the trigger sooner was because of her. He loved her."

I snorted and shook my head in disagreement. "That bitch is crazy."

"Doesn't matter. He loved her." She slid the bong towards me but I opted out for a minute. We had smoked nearly the entire baggie's worth in the past half an hour since we had gotten to her place. "Oh, c'mon. You know what it's like."

I swallowed and scratched a suddenly unbearable itch on my nostril. "Nah...not really."

She raised an eyebrow, curiously and inquisitively. "You've never been in love?"

I shook my head.

"Really?"

"What? 'S that so hard to believe? I ain't but sixteen."

She chuckled. "Good god. I had been in love at least a hundred times by the time I was your age." She groaned and closed her hands over her eyes for a moment. "I'm getting old. I need a drink." She stood to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. I listened to the click-clack of her strappy heels and I watched the sway of her hips as she walked. Those fuckin' hips. I don't know how it had taken me almost the whole school year to notice them, but now that I had I couldn't get them out of my head. I wanted to grab hold of 'em some kinda awful.

"Want something?" She called from the kitchen.

I shook my head mentally- freeing myself of my perverted thoughts- and replied, "Uh...you got any beer?"

She said nothing but continued fumbling around in the refrigerator. I figured she didn't hear me and I would just grab a drink later.

To my surprise, she entered the room with two beers in her hands. I went to reach for one but she quickly shot me down. "Sorry. I don't serve alcohol to minors. Tst." She narrowed her eyes, playfully apologetic.

"Uh huh. I don't think no little old lady can handle two beers herself. Best lemme help ya out."

Her eyes widened. "Old?! What do you mean old?!"

I couldn't even stifle my laughter. "Gimme the damn beer." I reached for it, but once again she pulled away.

"How old do you think I am?"

I snorted. "C'mon." I reached for it once again and was turned down a second time.

"Not until you tell me!"

Shit, Dixon. Look what you done got yerself into. Best hope you ain't wrong. "Um..." I hesitated for a moment, desperately trying to find the right answer. "Twenty-five, Twenty-six?"

She made a face as if she were pleasantly surprised. "Flattering." She handed me a beer.

"Well?" I gestured as I cracked open the lid.

"Well what?" She took a sip of her own.

"How old are you?"

"A lady never tells, Mr. Dixon." She winked playfully before sauntering down the long hallway and disappearing into a room.

I took a little time to take in my surroundings as I sat still on the couch. It was a pretty nice place-definitely what I thought it would be in that it was nice and tidy. Everything seemed to have a proper place and it smell real good from all of the candles she had layin' around. Definitely a home fit fer a woman.

She emerged a few minutes later, dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and tight black leggings. I had to admit that I was a little sad to see the dress go so quickly, but when I watched her bend over to grab her beer off the living room table I quickly decided that leggings were a fine selection as well.

I was surprised when she sat next to me. I felt my body tense up immediately when I caught a brief whiff of a soft scented perfume. I could soon feel the palms of my hands begin to perspire for no good reason other than I'm an anxious little bastard when it comes to all women. Jus be cool.

"Come on, tough guy." She sucked on the bowl, lifting her finger from the carb and inhaling deeply. "Take another hit." She handed it to me and exhaled a large cloud of white smoke before immediately falling into a coughing spell.

I did as I was told, and we passed it back and forth until there was nothing left except for the sticky resin caked to the sides.

She let out a long sigh. "That's good stuff."

I glanced over at her as discretely as possible once I saw her relax and close her eyes. She was leaned back, head resting on the top of a cushion, and hands folded over her stomach. She seemed to be on an adventure to another planet.

I took advantage of the opportunity to study her from head to toe. I watched the relaxed rise and fall of her small chest, and the glistening of the silver necklace that fell just above her cleavage line. I noticed a small freckle on the side of her neck near her collarbone and I began to fantasize about putting my mouth on it. I felt myself harden just by the thought.

Hastily, I grabbed a decorative pillow and rested it over my lap. I continued to stare at her underneath the tips of my long bangs for what felt like forever. I had just begun to doze off when her soft voice brought me back to reality.

"Daryl?" She muttered. I could feel her looking over at me but I kept my eyes closed in an earnest attempt to stay relaxed and fight the overwhelming fogginess in my brain.

"Hm?"

"Do you ever just get...really lonely sometimes?"

"Not really." I chewed my lip for a moment. "Well, yeah, sometimes I guess. That's why I'm smokin' pot with my teacher." I quipped, eyes still closed.

She chuckled. "Which reminds me, please don't mention this to anyone. I could get in so much trouble."

"Ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout, Ms. Roberts." I replied genuinely.

"You can call me Lana. Outside of the classroom at least."

"Lana." I said plainly. I liked the way it sounded.

Suddenly, it was as if my entire my entire body caught on fire when I felt the unexpected softness of her lips pressed into mine. My eyes flew open and my initial reaction was to pull away out of shock; I had never been kissed before. As soon as I did, however, I felt like an ass. The look on her face made me feel even worse. A combination of regret and shame.

She clasped a small hand over her mouth and shook her head gently. "I'm...so sorry, Daryl. I don't know what I was thinking." She didn't waste any time to stand to her feet and disappear down the hallway, leaving me sitting completely taken aback and confused on the couch. Jesus Christ, dumbass. What'd you fuck it up for? I mentally berated myself for a minute or two 'till I heard the click of a door and saw her emerging from the shadowed hallway, near about scarin' my ass half to death.

Hesitantly, she took a seat on the opposite couch. She looked completely upset, and I'm sure the fact that I looked like a deer in headlights wasn't helpin' none.

After a moment she rubbed the back of her neck and said, "I really am sorry. I feel awkward. Maybe you should leave."

Shit. What'do I do now? I nodded and remained quiet. I literally was at a loss for words. I didn't want to leave. In fact, I wanted a chance for a redo, but she was visibly...upset. Shit. She's my fuckin' teacher. Prolly best if I do go.

The two of us stood together and she walked me to the door. I watched as she grabbed her keys off the key ring and began to slide on a pair of shoes. "You ain't gotta take me. My buddy lives a couple minutes down the road."

"I don't want you walking the roads this late. It's not a problem."

"Nah, really. Don't worry 'bout it." I scratched an itch on my head.

She frowned. "You sure?"

I nodded and finished slidin' on my other shoe as she held the door open. I walked outside and turned to face her. She opened her mouth to speak, but ended up frowning again instead and closed the door behind me.

I let out a long sigh as I walked down the steps and lit up a cigarette.

Well, what the fuck was that?