My French Teacher Claims I'm His Mate

Ch 7: The Party

It was 6:30 p.m, and Maria had just entered the house carrying 3 bags: the dress, the shoes and the accessories.

One might wonder why it took her so long. Well, on Fridays, she always takes her little brother to the park for an hour or so – since she finishes school at noon.

They came back at around 3 pm. Her younger brother is always so happy she takes the time to be with him, that she can't tell him no.

And then, Maria went to the mall with Kelly.

They found the dress easily – in the 1st shop! But then, her bestie had to pick the perfect match for the shoes, and get the more suitable accessories available. And that took way too much time for Maria's liking.

Kelly said in a no-nonsense tone, "I won't accept anything less than perfect for today. You have to look better than the Barbies!" Obviously, she was talking about Sandra and her clones.

'Oh well, I guess I have enough time to rest my aching feet a little!' Maria thought, laying down on her bed.

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It was 9 pm, and Kelly had just finished Maria's make-up when Tyler yelled from downstairs for her to hurry.

Maria was at theirs as she told that dumb step-mother of her that she would be staying at Kelly's for the night –which she was, just after the party. And the blonde bimbo had actually bought it.

Apparently, Sandra hadn't called to remind her of her punishment.

Maria was wearing a knee-length black dress. It was really simple: Sleeveless, with a square neckline, tight-fitting in the bust area, and quite ample from the waist down. But damn, it looked good and even elegant somehow, not slutty or anything.

She was also wearing cute black heels with a little silver-plated butterfly. The final touch, the most difficult thing to buy was the small silvery hand-purse.

Kelly gave her friend a final hug and said heartedly, "You look terrific! Go knock them out."

"I will, thanks to you." Maria hugged her back, then went out of her room.

Tyler's eyes had bulged when he caught a first glimpse of his girlfriend. She giggled softly, then snapped her fingers together to get his attention.

"Sorry I got..." he mumbled "You're so hot!"

Maria hooked her arm with his and told him jokingly, "A girl has got to do what a girl has got to do."

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Sandra had to double-take when she saw the couple enter the house, then she came their way, swaying her hips in a supposedly seductive way.

Maria would have advised her to stop as her already short dress was riding further more... But hey, that was probably her wish!

She beamed at Tyler and welcomed him warmly, almost squealing at the way he looked like.

He answered her absently as his eyes were glued to the low V-cut that was showing way too much.

He had never checked out a girl in front of Maria, and it kind of hurt her that he did this particular night because she had forced herself to come with him. Maria could only guess his testosterone level was skyrocketing at the moment.

'Look who's talking,' she scolded herself, 'I should stop fantasizing about my teacher before blaming him for anything.'

Maria and Tyler talked to some classmates –technically, he did the chitchat as she didn't know most of them and they didn't like her anyways. Then they shared a few dances before their dear hostess came asking for one.

And guess what? He immediately ditched his girlfriend for her!

'Thanks a lot for dragging me here, Tyler,' Maria groaned internally.

She stayed in the corner for a while then went to the kitchen, seeking some water or anything non-alcoholic as she despised drinking.

She grabbed a coke zero, and started emptying it when someone pulled her shoulder to him.

"Hey Maria, how are you doing?"

It was just Jerry, her friend from the basketball team.

"Hey," she greeted back, "been better," she told him sincerely.

He smiled understandingly, his eyes wandered a little in an appreciative check –not a perverted one– then he put his thumbs up smiling.

"How come you actually came?" He asked after a little comfortable silence.

"I'm here with Tyler." Not that he was anywhere to be seen right now.

Her friend nodded and said no more.

He was not really the party guy. Maria guessed she wasn't the only one to be dragged here.

Just as she thought that, a small brunette –whom she recognized from her English class– entered the kitchen.

She came right to him, and Maria heard him groan. She had to fight the giggles that were threatening to escape.

The brunette grabbed his hand, then forcibly took him after a 5-minute-lecture about how it's so not cool to leave her alone.

Jerry's grey eyes were pleading. He obviously wanted to get rid of her.

'I bet it's Jake's doing. He's the one who always plays match-maker.' Maria thought before smirking his way and waving him goodbye. He scowled, then turned around and went away.

Maria finished her coke, still amused. He had told her that he got tricked several times by Jake. She guessed he never learnt the lesson.

She went back to the living room –which was the party room for the time being– and was greeted by one hell of a sight: Becky and her boyfriend were busy sucking faces against the wall.

Maria averted her eyes in disgust, and looked around the room for Tyler. She spotted him talking to some jocks.

'No need to go to him right now,' she thought.

Before she knew it, she was thinking once again about what Blake had told her. 'I can't imagine us being together. Like really together! What would keep him from being the self-confessed player I know he is? Certainly not my looks! Yet, the idea is so tempting, it would be soooo...'

Maria lost her train of thoughts as Tyler dragged her to the dance floor.

After half an hour, she asked him to stop.

"I have a headache," she explained, screaming so that he could hear her.

He nodded understandingly, then took her out of there to the second floor. "Why are we up?" She asked, confused.

"Go rest," he said in a deep voice.

Maria thought that she was at Sandra's house, and it wouldn't end up well with her... but her head was spinning so much that she agreed. The music was way too loud for her.

They entered a room, and she laid down on a soft comfy bed. She closed her eyes, enjoying the relative silence. She felt a kiss at her neck and that made her open them wide.

What the hell?

It was Tyler, trailing kisses, arriving to her mouth.

Maria didn't react at first, then she had this disturbing image of Blake in her mind, and just couldn't carry on with it. So, she broke the kiss.

Her boyfriend thought she was just out of breath, and thus he kissed her jaw line, his hand moving up her thigh.

Maria flinched at the feeling. There were absolutely no sparks. It felt so wrong to be with him right then that she felt trapped, suffocating almost.

"Stop, Tyler!" She cried out when she felt him on top of her.

He looked at her, eyes unfocused by lust, then continued, "Why? You want me." He mumbled between two kisses.

Maria took a deep breath, and that's when she smelled the alcohol.

She tried to shove him off her but he was stronger than she thought.

He was now pulling her dress up. She gathered her strength and kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.

She shot up and out of the bed, while he was moaning and cursing on the floor, and run out of that place as fast as she could. She had bumped into many persons but she couldn't care less.

She kept running even when she was out of the house... until the heels got the better of her and made her fall.

She sat there, crying and hugging herself, because just then she realized that she almost got r***d by her drunk boyfriend.

Someone touched her shoulder and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"It's me. Don't worry." He said in a soothing voice.

There, kneeling in front of her, was her sweet French teacher.

She felt him hug her before scooping her up in his arms bridal style.

"I'm taking you home," he told her.

"Not to mine!" She managed to cry out between two sobs.

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It was a little past midnight, and here was Blake watching a movie in his living-room, trying to get his mind off his mate who was probably enjoying herself right now.

What teenager wouldn't? It was Friday night.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of panic going through him, and that was all he needed to take off like a bullet out of his house.

The blonde bimbo's house just came into view when he saw Maria running out of it like a maniac.

He watched the house for a moment, waiting for someone to go out of there, and he would be –or she would be, he had no preferences– DEAD.

30 seconds, and still nobody. So, he went after his sweet Maria.

He was receiving so many emotions from her, it scared him.

What the hell did she endure in there to feel all this distress? She was hurt, somewhat disgusted and scared shitless.

Blake was using his vampire speed as for: 1- He didn't care about anything but going to her. 2- It was pitch-black –not that he actually considered it.

He crouched in front of her, and she didn't even feel his presence. She was crying so much, it made him feel like s**t. So much sadness took over him when he saw her in that state.

He touched her shoulder gently, and her response was to scream loudly.

"It's me. Don't worry." He reassured her.

She had no reaction.

'Well, I guess I should be glad she didn't take off again. That's supposed to mean something, right?' He mused as he hugged her, then softly positioned her in his arms, bridal style.

"I'm taking you home" He informed her just in case she was wondering.

"Not to mine." She told him between sobs.

She had her eyes closed. Blake took the opportunity to use his vampire speed once more, and in less than a minute, he was at his house.

He entered, and went straight to the big black sofa in the living-room.

He sat down, with her on his lap. She was hugging him for dear life.

'Damn it, I need to know what happened to her.' He thought, worried like never before.

He kept murmuring soothing words over and over again. "I'm here. No need to worry. Nobody is going to hurt you now. It's alright, calm down babe..."

After a while, she relaxed and withdrew a little. Her eyes were a little puffy.

She sniffed, mumbled "Thank you" then held his gaze for a moment.

"He tried to..." she trailed off, her eyes watering.

Blake pulled her hair out of her face, then brushed a finger across her cheek, asking her in his softest tone, "Who tried what?"

She averted her eyes, looked at her hands, then mumbled in a real low voice, "Tyler tried to take advantage of me..."

Blake couldn't help the growl that escaped his mouth. He was beyond pissed. That boy was so DEAD!

Her eyes widened. She didn't think he would hear her.

She got off his lap, a little embarrassed, and sat next to him.

"He was drunk," she stated, her tone sounded like she was on the verge of either crazy laughter or breakdown.

"That's no reason," Blake shouted as he got up.

"Don't yell at me," she muttered, flinching.

That made him snap out of his trance.

'Oh, I could always get him tomorrow,' he thought angrily, 'I'll make it slow and painful. If he's drunk, there would be no point.'

He turned towards her, and brought her up close. "I'm not yelling at you, I'm angry at him," he told her in a very controlled-like-calm tone.

She nodded and they stayed that way for a moment.

"I'll take you to the guest-room." He grabbed her hand and headed there.

It was the room right next to his. One can never be too careful.

She sat on the king-seized bed and looked around her, discovering her surroundings.

"Stay here." He commanded, and before she could protest, he went to his room and soon returned to hers.

"Put this on for sleep." He handed her a big T-shirt of his, and some black boxers.

She nodded, accepting what he offered, and he left the room once more, giving her time to change before returning.

'Damn does she look good in my clothes!' He inwardly exclaimed, right before scolding himself, 'Stop it. It's really not the time for this.

She hesitantly got under the covers. "Thanks Blake." She whispered.

"Anytime," was his immediate response, "I'm in the room next door, OK?" He told her, squeezing her hand gently.

She nodded.

"Goodnight."

A small smile came upon her face and she mumbled "night"

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Two and half hours later and Blake still couldn't find sleep, not that he needed much. He was too busy thinking of the things he could do to Tyler, and he knew many.

Then, he heard moaning and fussing around in the guest-room, and in an instant he was in front of Maria.

She was fumbling with the sheets, a scared face on. She was obviously having a nightmare.

"Aaaah!" She cried out, her eyes opening.

Immediately, as if on reflex, Blake hugged her, and tried to calm her down. "It was just a bad dream."

'As if she didn't know that already, dumbass!' A sarcastic voice shot through his mind.

"I... he ... it was awful..." She was reliving the whole thing, he guessed.

'As soon as she agrees, he's dead meat.' He thought, seriously considering murdering her stupid boyfriend.

He then decided that he couldn't kill him right away as he was her BFF's twin, and that could cause her pain. And Blake just wouldn't allow that.

"It's okay. I'm here." He made her lay down again, and kept the soothing words coming.

She had her eyelids half-closed, her breath quite even when he tried to slide out of the bed.

Her hand instantly caught his wrist and her eyes shot open.

"Stay." It was barely above a whisper. Her voice was begging, and her eyes pleading.

Blake obliged, feeling somehow grateful as he didn't want to let her go out of his sight either.

'It's a good thing she already started accepting me,' he thought 'Otherwise, I wouldn't have felt her distress... That means our bond is getting stronger.'

Blake couldn't imagine what might have happened to her in the middle of the night alone! It brought shivers up his spine –which was a rare thing.

With her breaths as a delicate melody to his ears, he soon drifted off to sleep.