Hot For Teacher

by Anthology

  Oh, fuck no! I can’t let them drag Staci into this. I will protect her with my dying breath. What we just experienced will not become some clichéd student/teacher romance.

  “Listen, mom.” I soften my approach. I don’t see another way out of it at this point. “I’ll do whatever you want here. Transfer me to another class.”

  “Before we get to a transfer, I’d like to speak to your mother about her complaint. What exactly are your issues, Mrs. Johnson?” I can’t tell from Dr. Dorsey’s face and tone if he’s buying my mother’s overzealous display.

  “I don’t feel comfortable with her around my son. It’s a personal issue.” I want to add that it’s likely a racial one too, but I hold my tongue.

  Mr. Dorsey turns to me. “Have you had trouble with Ms. Tillman?” I hear my mother huff, realizing her complaints are being ignored.

  “Not at all. I’ve enjoyed her class.” I bite my lip to hide a smirk.

  “Hold on.” Mr. Dorsey holds up a finger and heads toward Staci’s door. I wipe the sweat from my palms.

  “You will not spend another minute inside that classroom.” I stood still and waited for Mr. Dorsey’s return.

  He reappears by himself and my mother looks confused. “She isn’t in the classroom. But I did find this on her desk.” He takes a piece of paper from an envelope. “It appears to be her letter of resignation.”

  I face the wall of lockers and this time my fists make contact.

  Chapter 9

  The fall leaves crunch beneath my feet as I climb the hill overlooking the football field. I spread the small blanket on the ground and sit down, folding my legs into my chest. The chill in the air makes me shiver. The hole in my heart leaves me aching.

  I told myself I shouldn’t come to watch the homecoming game today, but I had to see Daniel one more time. Besides he’ll never know, because I’m outside the fence. Faraway from the crowds and his parents.

  I’m a true outsider now. Mr. Dorsey called me last night after I fled the school. He found my letter and asked if I wanted to reconsider. I told him that I need a fresh start and that my return to my old school was a big mistake. When he wished me the best, there wasn’t a shred of anger in his voice. I am thankful he was understanding with the hasty decision.

  I haven’t told a soul I’ve quit, not even my best friend. I’ll never be able to tell anyone about Daniel. Keeping it a secret makes it seem more like a dream. A beautiful dream, about a beautiful boy. Maybe it’s better this way.

  The cheerleaders are warming up the crowd as the announcers call out the names of each player. My stomach flutters as I wait for them to say Daniel’s name. He’s the only remaining player and the entire stadium is silent as he stands at the end of the field.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, Scholar Athlete, All-State, and All-American. Number fifteen, Daniel Johnson.”

  The crowds roar as Daniel runs across the field to join his teammates. One by one they hit hands as he passes them. When he gets to the last player, he looks up at the hill I’m crouched down on. He stops and raises his hand in my direction. I can’t believe he can see me sitting here.

  I fight the tears but it’s no use, I’m a weeping mess as I wave back at him. He blows me a quick kiss before turning away and meeting his coach at the sideline. I collapse into myself and let the rivers flow.

  I know I made the right decision to leave the school and let Daniel go on with his life. He needs to find his own future. Not one for his parents or a teacher who can’t let go of her past, but my heart is tearing in two.

  “Daniel has a big announcement. One that I think all you hometown fans will be happy to hear, “ his coach says into a microphone.

  I peek up and wipe my nose with my sleeve. I have no clue what Daniel is about to share with everyone. Usually athletes choose their colleges at the end of their sports season.

  Daniel takes the microphone into his hands. The strong hands that only yesterday held me tight. I close my eyes at the memory.

  “I wanted to celebrate homecoming by letting everyone know I’m staying in town and attending the University of Alabama next year. I have a special friend that’s keeping me here.” Shouts break out everywhere. “Go Crimson Tide!”

  The stands come alive at the news, but I can’t move. It’s as if I’ve been turned to stone. I can only stare at the field in disbelief. I shake my head as I see him give his helmet to his coach and run across the field toward me.

  He stops at the fence and grabs hold of the metal. I look down the hill at him and smile through a flood of tears.

  “I’m staying here for you Staci. I’m staying for you.”

  EPILOGUE

  My parents made me come with them today. I sort of threw a fit because I didn’t want to leave Dallas and fly back to Alabama. But when the parents say go, I have to go. I’m only fourteen after all.

  I haven’t been back to Tuscaloosa in four years. Usually my grandparents come to visit us in Dallas, because my dad is too busy being a quarterback for the Cowboys most of the time.

  We’re all here because they’re honoring my dad at his old high school today. Raising his jersey up in the rafters of the newly built gym. I think my parents had a hand in that.

  Anyway, I’m sitting next to my grandparents scoping out all the hot girls as they walk by. Who knew Alabama had such hotties?

  “Junior, are you paying attention?” my grandmother says. I roll my eyes at her. My dad tells me his mother means well, but can certainly be pushy.

  “Yes, I’m watching.” I didn’t tell her that I’m really watching tits and asses. She would likely slap me.

  “See that banner above the scoreboard on the far wall?” she asks. My eyes follow where my grandmother’s finger is pointing and I nod.

  “That one has your mother’s name on it. She was All-state cheerleader.” My grandmother seems proud of my mom though I know they’ve had a rough go of it over the years. My mom says loving my grandmother is a constant walk in forgiveness. Whatever the hell that means?

  “Cool,” I say and catch the sight of a blonde a few feet away.

  I swear she winks at me, which is nothing new. Girls seem to dig me. I think it’s the mixed color of my skin. Makes me look like I have a permanent tan. Though it’s different being neither fully black nor white.

  They finally introduce my dad and say a bunch of mumbo jumbo. People clap and I catch my mom crying.

  Now that has my attention. I don’t like to see my mom upset. I may give her a hard time, but she’s really all right, and by far the coolest mom of any of my friend’s.

  I glance over at my grandmother to see her crying too. What the fuck? Everyone is losing it today.

  “Hey,” I say while nudging her arm. “What’s the matter?”

  My grandmother takes my hand and holds it tight. I have to admit this entire display freaks me out.

  “I’m crying because of what you father just said.” I stare at her because I have no clue what she’s talking about. “You missed it didn’t you?” Again I nod my head.

  “He said this school gave him the greatest gift of his life. Your mother.”

  Dear Reader

  Thanks for reading Love Lessons. I hope you enjoyed it. If you would like to see the missing years between Daniel and Staci, send me a message. I might consider expanding this novella into a full-length novel.

  If you would like to check out more of my books, visit my website for store links. I have a completed series, Touch of Tantra, and with the exception of the novella, the series is in the man’s point of view.

  I’m brewing up more books in my cauldron, so please sign up for my mailing list to keep up-to-date on my tricks and treats. I promise to never spam your inbox.

  Enjoy the rest of the anthology,

  Liv

  Connect with LIV MORRIS

  Website: http://www.livmorris.com

  Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LivMorrisAuthor

  Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/LivMorrisAuth
or

  Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6585049.Liv_Morris

  Email: mailto:liv@livmorris.com

  Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/VY_k9

  Other Books by LIV MORRIS

  THE COMPLETED TOUCH OF TANTRA SERIES

  Adam’s Apple (Book 1)

  Temptation (Book 1.5)

  Adam’s Fall (Book 2)

  Love in the City (The Complete Collection Boxed Set)

  Extra Credit

  By

  Nicole Blanchard

  Copyright © 2014 by Nicole Blanchard

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  Nicole Blanchard Books

  www.authornicoleblanchard.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Nicole's Newsletter

  Join Nicole on Facebook

  Synopsis

  If nothing else, the expensive education at St. Christopher's College should’ve thoroughly instilled upon me the virtues of making the right choice.

  But much like my namesake, all it takes for my resolution to be swayed are the smooth words of a charming devil.

  Theodore Drake, my new professor, may as well have come with a warning label. Even though I’m well aware that a relationship could mean ruin for us both, there's nothing more alluring than the temptation to take just one more risk.

  SET THE STAGE

  “Don’t worry so much, Evie.” Jessica pauses her application of mascara to look back at me. “I’m sure the auditions will be great. In the meantime, just try to relax and enjoy the party.”

  “Easy for you to say, your entire career doesn’t depend on one stupid audition.”

  “You’re being melodramatic. Besides, that’s tomorrow, this is tonight. Carpe die hard and all that shit.”

  “Diem, carpe diem.”

  “Hell yes! Now change into that outfit I picked out pronto, otherwise we’re going to be late.”

  I grumble my objections but acquiesce. I’m in need of some serious self-medication, otherwise I run the risk of spontaneously combusting. Jessica is a great roommate, but her tolerance for mess is minimal at best. A smoking pile of me will ruin both our nights.

  I dress in skinny jeans and a slinky top, careful not to muss the makeup she’s already applied with a careful hand. Having a cosmetology student as a friend comes in handy both on and off the stage. Pushy though she is, Jessica knows exactly how to curl my otherwise unruly blonde hair until it falls into soft waves down my back. The magic wands and pots she guards like a mama bear are made of fairy dust or something because they turn my otherwise nondescript blue eyes and slightly off-center mouth into art. It’s a little heavy for my taste, but Jessica is of the go-big-or-go-home mindset.

  The party is being held at her boyfriend Stefan’s house. His father is a major contributor to Saint Christopher’s and practically the sole supporter of the theatre department. All of the theatre members and wannabe Broadway stars will be there. Some of them good friends, some rivals. Most of the later will be rooting for me to fail and it is important that I put on my brave face rather than give them the upper hand.

  By the time we arrive, the small grass yard in front of the house is packed with cars. A variety of people mill on the front lawn, hands gripping the requisite red cups, faces already ruddy, laughter loud and jubilant. Music pumps from the house and I can feel the bass vibrate in my chest.

  “Come on.” Jessica grabs my wrist, pulling me through the crowd of familiar faces and into the house.

  Stefan’s father is some kind of entrepreneur—the type that can afford to endow the university with a new theatre and equipment ten times over. As such Stefan’s house is opulent, spacious and packed wall to wall with coeds. It’s overly warm inside, filled with squirming bodies and gyrating hips. I make a beeline for the kitchen where I know there will be plenty of refreshments to take off the nervous edge.

  I grab the tall, mostly full bottle of vodka, mix it with something fruity and just start chugging. Two drinks later and the buzz has me feeling pleasantly relaxed. I rejoin Jessica and Stefan on the back porch where a group of our friends are circled around the edge of his pool. Drink number three accompanies me to the empty seat by the water.

  “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Stefan ignores Jessica’s pleading look with a hand to her face and then screams when she bites his fingers. “What it’s just a question?”

  “Can’t you tell she’s drowning her sorrows? Let the girl drink in peace!”

  “I thought you weren’t supposed to drink alone?”

  Jessica points at everyone. “She’s not alone. We’re right here.”

  “Then there is no reason for her to drown her sorrows when we’re here to cheer her up.” Stefan pecks Jessica on the lips. “So what’s up buttercup? Tell daddy where it hurts.”

  I lift my glass to him. “I’m trying to asphyxiate my nerves with vodka.”

  “Is it working?”

  Most assuredly. “I’ll let you know.”

  The chatter around the group—which is always at a constant buzz unless we’re in the middle of practice—suddenly stills. I look up from contemplating my drink and my breath catches in my throat.

  For a moment I think I’m hallucinating because what in the actual fuck is former mega-Broadway star Theodore Drake doing at a dinky college party?

  The last thing I heard was that he’d quit the stage to settle down with his one true love to raise two point five kids and learn how to golf. Not that I’m judging, but I just can’t image giving up my dreams for love. Not when he’d worked so hard to get where he was.

  And hot damn the tabloids definitely don’t need to photoshop anything on him. He’s ridiculously good looking in real life. He has the striking facial features, the lean, lightly muscled physique. Prior to his exit from the stage, he’d been the toast of New York. Tabloids haunted him for each juicy tidbit. Critics adored him. Women everywhere wanted to have his babies.

  As he makes his way from the deck to the pool it is like the crowd parts for him. He immediately hones in on Stefan, mouth curving into a smile. Stefan finally sees him and jumps to his feet. They do the bro hug thing and all the while I’m staring like I’ve completely lost my mind.

  Which is entirely plausible because the alternative is not. There’s no way I’m sitting at a party with uber star Theodore Drake.

  Stefan begins introducing him to the members in our circle and I use the moment to toss back the rest of my drink. The alcohol burns on its way down, making me cough.

  When I recover I look up to see him staring straight at me. I groan inwardly. Just my luck I meet an influential actor red-faced and choking on cheap vodka. And that the only unoccupied seat would be right next to me.

  “You alright?”

  Having taken my fair share of leading roles, I’m more than used to having all eyes on me. In fact, when I’m on stage and forget to be self-conscious I revel in the feeling. But being in the direct gaze of Theodore Drake is like being naked starring as his leading lady instead of under him breathless.

  “I’m fine, thanks.”

  I manage to tear myself away from his inquisitive eyes and find Jessica staring at me with her eyebrows in the vicinity of her perfectly coiffed hairline. I raise my glass to her and then get the ever-loving hell out of there.

  Embarrassment is not a part of tonight’s package and I want a full refund. Made payable from the wonderful
vodka makers of—I peer closely at the bottle, but am unable to make out the words.

  Drink number four becomes my shield as I make my way back outside. I want to turn tail and run in the other direction, but come on. It isn’t every day you get to meet a practically famous person.

  “She’s auditioning for the City Theatre Group’s internship program tomorrow.”

  I glare at Jessica as I take my seat.

  “That so?”

  Rather than turn and be scorched by his altogether too assessing gaze, I nod in his general vicinity.

  “Are you sure drinking yourself into a stupor is a wise choice the night before an audition?”

  My cheeks redden, from anger or embarrassment or a combination of both.

  “C’mon Professor Drake. Give the girl a break.”

  I’msorrysaywhat?

  MISSED CUE

  I squint my eyes in Jessica’s direction. She’s practically sleeping with the man who runs the department and she didn’t tell me about this? Major girl-code violation. I spend a few moments fervently wishing that my death stare would cause her to spontaneously combust, but alas. Perhaps I can just shove her in the pool instead.

  Clearing my throat I turn to the man in question and offer him my best smile. “Congratulations.”

  He nods. “I’m serious. You should probably slow down. The last thing you need is to be off your game tomorrow.”

  “Hey!” Stefan grins. “No playing favorites.”

  “I guess that means no drinking for you either, Stefan.”

  Stefan snorts. “What are you doing here, man? Isn’t it against the teacher code to fraternize with students?”

  “We’re all adults here. I’m sure I can trust you to keep your hands to yourself.”

  Yeah, me not so much.

  I make subtle hand gestures to Jessica. You are so dead. It’s time to go. No you can’t have sex first!