Behind Classroom Doors

XIV

XIV

"Mr. Morgan?" I question looking like a deer caught in headlights.

It's crazy seeing him here. I never expected it. His green eyes shown bright in the neon lighting and his clothes are casual. It is definitely odd seeing him casual. He sat at the bar counter with empty shot glasses in front of him. It was evident he had been drinking.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned letting go of my wrist.

"Isn't it obvious?" I answer.

His eyes narrow as he looks at me, gazing up and down my body from head to toe. "Yeah, I guess it is." He replied, voice deep. "I didn't peg you as the party type."

"I'm not." I look towards the couch and the waitress that is bringing the drinks. My gaze then goes back to my teacher. "I'll see you later, Mr. Morgan."

He takes another drink of what looks like cheap scotch and nods. "You too, Liv." I involuntarily roll my eyes at the shortening of my name before heading towards the couch where my friends are all gathered.

"Was that Mr. Morgan?" Jen asked looking over to the bar I was just at.

"Uh...yeah, weird huh?" I said sitting down on Deans lap.

"Ready for some shots?" Bee is completely uncaring as she lifts her glass in the air. We all follow her movements and drink, the rough liquid burns going down but I don't mind. It makes me loosen up. Forget about my worries for a while.

The next shot went down smoother and we got even more after that. After the fifth shot Dean cut me off. This wasn't my first time drinking so I am just a little over buzzed. Enough to be completely aware of my surroundings but also be able to feel good at the same time. The familiar hum in my brain was what I needed.

"Let's dance." I grab Deans arm and pull him up. The other two couples in our group left already to dance and I wanted to as well.

We walk in the middle of the dance floor and my hips find the rhythm the DJ was playing with ease. Dean looks at me with hooded eyes and I know exactly what he is thinking. But for now I want to stay, for now I want to have fun. So I turn around and pushed my body against Deans, he grunts in response and grabs my hips to keep my body in place.

We continue dancing like that and I look up at the bar, Mr. Morgan is still there eyeing Dean and I. Eyeing his hands roaming my body. In my half drunken state I wonder what he is thinking.

I turn back to face Dean and whisper in his ear. "I have to use the bathroom, I'll be back." I tell him and turn towards the restrooms.

Mr. Morgan was no longer at the bar and I shrug to myself. He must've left. I walk to the bathrooms through the sweaty bodies only to be greeted by a line. "Ugh." I grumble knowing this is going to take a while.

The line of girls waiting to use the bathroom is long and I am in the very back. It is very dark and hard to see if Dean's close or not. My breath hitches when someone grabs my wrist and pushes me against the wall. My breasts flush against the mans hard chest.

"Do you think you can just dance with him like that in front of me and get away with it?" A deep, husky voice I've come to know sneered.

"Mr- Mr. Morgan?" I question and some light was shed on his face. Sure enough my teacher is pinning me against a wall. "Let go of me." I demanded trying to get out of the hold he has on me. One of his large hands pins both my arms above my head and his other is touching my skin, down my arm and to my face. The heat I feel is unmistakable even in the dark part of the club.

"I can't let that body of yours go." He whispers leaning in so close I feel his hot breath on my skin. It oddly aroused me and I try to ignore it by blaming it on the alcohol.

His lips came down on my neck and I leaned my head against the wall giving him better access. My vision is blurred and a soft moan escapes my lips. I know I have to concentrate but I'm finding it almost impossible.

Wait, no, this isn't Dean. "Mr. Morgan, stop." I said but it came out in a whisper and he unlatches himself from me. He looks into my eyes breathing heavy trying to decide against something. I wait and he soon let's go of my wrists backing away slowly.

Mr. Morgan was gone in a flash and for a second I doubted him being there at all. The line to the bathroom is gone and I walk in trying to compose myself.

"Did that just happen?" I ask the mirror.

Once I was finished I walk out and into Dean I almost fall back but he catches me. "Hey, you good?" He asks with a grin.

I shake my head. "No...yeah...I think I'm just tired?" I lie but I can't tell him what just happened. He would flip and I'm not even sure it happened myself.

"Well, let's get you back huh? The others wanted to leave too." He said and I nod following him out of the club.

"Hey girlie." Jen squeals coming up and putting her arm through mine as we walk to the car.

"That was so much fun!" Bee chimed wrapping her arm through my other side.

"Yeah, I had a good time." I smile trying to forget about the incident. I'll think about that later, I decided.

Dean kisses me hard as he says goodbye. "Don't get rid of that dress." He demands into my ear.

"Okay." I promise and kiss him again before getting into the car.

By the time us girls got back to Bee's place it was three am. Her parents were asleep so we made sure to stay quiet. We got dressed into our night clothes and took off our makeup. The second our heads hit the pillow we were out. Leaving me no time to think about what went on with my History teacher.