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  I elicited a chuckle from Meg. “When did we become so cynical about relationships?” She asked with a smirk.

  I laughed. “I don't think I've really had enough relationships to become properly cynical yet, but she is being a bit over the top about it all.”

  “So it's just since finding out that Mr. Wright had a girlfriend, then?” Meg teased, causing me to groan and bury my face in my hands.

  “I just think he's hot, okay!” I exclaimed defensively.

  “Sure,” Meg dragged the word out with a smug smirk. “Hey, is that your mum?” She gestured out of the window, where my mum was talking to a man who looked about half her age. His arms were bare so I could see that they were covered in tattoos, despite it being relatively cold outside in the British September weather. I watched warily as he held my sister.

  Frowning, I watched their exchange. My mum seemed somewhat uncomfortable with the whole situation; her posture was stiff and her eyes were firmly fixed on Lily, watching every movement as the man held her slightly awkwardly. I was just about to go and see if she was okay when my sister was handed back and the man went on his way. My mum showed a small frown on her face before placing Lily in the pram and walking off.

  “Weird,” I commented bluntly when the display was over. “I've never seen him before.”

  “There's no way your mum slept with that guy,” Meg said, almost in awe. “He was ripped.”

  I blanched. “No way.” That possibility hadn't even crossed my mind. “Please don't tell me that's true.” And it more than likely wasn't. I mean, my mum was attractive for her age, but I doubted she even went places that people like that guy went, never mind caught their attention compared to the people with perfect bodies and zero wrinkles that would swarm around a guy like that. “Maybe he wasn't as young as he looked,” I suggested hopefully. “I mean, I couldn't really see his face properly from here.”

  Meg nodded, her eyes following the man, who'd just rounded a corner and was now out of our vision range completely. “Or maybe he's like her friend's son or something.”

  Meg was serious in her comment and I groaned louder. Then a sharp laugh left my mouth. “My dad definitely wouldn't dare to fight with that guy if he turned out to be the father.”

  Meg raised an eyebrow and I conveyed to her the issue with my newly arrived dad.

  “Pretty grim,” she agreed with me, pulling my sleeve up and observing the bruise that was only a small yellow splotch by now. “But, this weekend, we'll go out and forget about all this rubbish stuff.”

  I grinned. “I'm definitely looking forward to it.”

  Chapter Five

  Meg and I grinned at each other, smoothing out our dresses simultaneously and checking each other's appearances to make sure we had nothing out of place.

  “I'm pretty excited,” Meg chimed, retrieving the powder from her bag and dividing it into two on her dressing table after I'd checked the hallway to make sure her parents weren't about to come upstairs. I wrapped mine in a Rizla and swallowed it with the vodka and coke I'd been drinking and Meg didn't even flinch as she snorted her line.

  I pulled a face. “Does it really not hurt?” I asked, already decided that I'd never snort anything. Just watching Meg do it made me wince a bit.

  She shook her head. “It did the first time,” she told me. “And the back-drip is kind of gross sometimes. But this is good stuff,” she gestured to the remaining powder which she was arranging into another line. “And I snort really small lines, so I can't really feel it. I've never had a nose bleed or anything and it just means it hits me quicker.”

  “I just don't like the sound of it,” I dismissed.

  Meg chuckled. “You'll do it eventually,” she assured me, to which I couldn't even be bothered to argue that she was wrong. “Now, got everything?”

  We checked each other over once more before grabbing bags, putting on painfully high shoes, and exiting Meg's room.

  “Are we meeting anyone in town?” I inquired as we started walking into the city centre. Since we'd not known exactly what time we were leaving, we didn't bother with a taxi. It wasn't overly cold and I'd already drank too much at Meg's to really feel it anyway.

  “Nope, just us tonight. That okay?” She replied, voice giving away that the drug was already affecting her.

  I grinned. “That's cool.” Meg had several friends from her old school that she kept in contact with and went out with regularly. I wasn't particularly keen on them, though – they were excessive in their drug use and it wasn't something I wanted to become involved in. I was happy with experimenting a few times a year rather than every weekend.

  We'd left it until nearly half ten before we decided to leave the house so town was in full swing – we already passed someone who was throwing up in a side street. I felt my smile widening as the drug began to kick in and the music that drifted from clubs pumped through me.

  “Feeling good?” Meg teased as she retrieved her fake ID from the bag, gesturing for me to do the same as we approached our favourite club.

  “Definitely,” I replied, popping in a piece of chewing gum as I felt my jaw begin to clench automatically.

  Meg and I danced until I was worried that I was becoming sweaty, a particularly unattractive state I really didn't want to get to, and left Meg, who was very much into dancing with a hot guy she'd found, to get a drink.

  My head was spinning, but in an extremely good way, and I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face. I wished the music was quieter and there was someone here just so I could release my urge to talk, but I settled for trying not to look completely off my head and ordered a double vodka and coke.

  “I should probably report you or something.” A smooth voice at my ear spoke, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

  I turned sideways and found that Ollie's face was much closer than I'd anticipated. I smirked, trying desperately to reign in the wide smile that longed to break out over my face. I wanted to play it cool. “I'm sure you're not really supposed to be here either,” I commented, trying to ignore how my heart had sped up, if possible, even quicker.

  “Touché,” he murmured, moving from behind me to my side and waiting for the bartender to have a free moment. “You're here with Meg and Hannah?” He checked, having to lean close to me and raise his voice for me to hear over the music.

  “Just Meg,” I replied, gesturing to where she was on the dance floor, but then noticing that she was watching where I was sitting to try and get my attention.

  She winked and allowed the guy she was with to pull her from the club when she realised I'd seen her and I chuckled. “Guess I'm here by myself,” I laughed, happy that Meg was happy – even if it was just because of a drug. She'd been taking her news hard all week and I struggled to cheer her up. Hannah was better at it than I was, but she wasn't always around since she had different lessons, whereas mine and Meg's were similar.

  “Would you like to join me?” Ollie asked, surprising me slightly.

  I raised an eyebrow. “How drunk are you, exactly?” I teased, biting my lip as he chuckled, but then releasing it when I realised what I was doing.

  “Just trying to be a gentleman,” he replied immediately, grinning as he turned to talk to the bartender. “I'm here with my friends, though, I hope you don't mind.”

  I shook my head. “That's cool. Will they mind?” I had to check. I didn't want to have wormed my way into their evening.

  “Nah, it's cool,” he assured, grinning and gesturing for me to follow him. “Please don't bother mentioning you’re my student. I'll never hear the end of it.”

  “Sure thing, Mr. Wright,” I replied, smirking at him smugly as he sent me a warning look.

  Ollie led me to a group of three guys who were sat round a table on some sofas in the corner. He introduced me to Harry, Jake and Danny and I made an effort to remember which was which. I was introduced as a friend of Ollie's sister. I hadn't even known he had siblings – but I supposed there was no reason I should
have.

  “How come you're hanging out with us old guys anyway?” Jake inquired, raising an amused eyebrow at me as I sat down heavily in a seat beside Ollie.

  “My friend ditched me to go fuck some guy,” I explained bluntly, pulling a face.

  “She's probably gone off with Max.” Harry said, leaning forwards so that we could hear him. “He's just disappeared too.”

  I felt a slight amount of relief at that. At least if it was one of Ollie's friends that she'd left with she wouldn't be in any danger. I probably should have been more concerned in the first place, considering her mental state, but it was a risk I'd made a few times now, so it wasn't really my place to stop her. “Cool.” I didn't really have an answer for him and so decided to listen in on their conversation instead. It'd be interesting to see Ollie when he was completely relaxed.

  They bantered back and forth a lot and I gained from their conversation that none of his friends were fond of his girlfriend Jemma, though it was only said in light teasing ways. That made me somewhat happy, though I knew it didn't really mean anything. I soon got restless though. “You guys are so boring,” I drawled, tapping my foot up and down automatically. “I guess you really are old.”

  Danny rolled his eyes and Ollie regarded me carefully before leaning forwards and grasping my chin between his fingers, bringing his face scarily close to mine. I could feel my breathing hitch and hoped Ollie didn't notice how affected I was.

  He sighed “How did I not notice how high you are?”

  I laughed when he pulled back. “Aren't you supposed to have super observing skills as a teacher?” I teased, knowing that he didn't actually care I was high.

  I was rewarded with a small shake of the head. “I wasn't expecting to have to be looking out for if my students are high or not.” Then he paused. “No one at school actually gets high at school, do they?”

  “No, of course not,” I chuckled. “We're not that rough compared to Oxford.” I mocked his accent. I hoped I’d hid just how impressed I’d been that he studied at Oxford when he told me during our night together. “It does mean I'm going to be listening to my iPod in class now I know how shit you are at noticing things, though.”

  “Hold up,” Jake interrupted, the three of them watching our interaction with raised eyebrows. “She's your student?”

  I couldn't help but laugh loudly as Ollie's face heated up. “Look what you've done,” he whined at me. “I was hoping to avoid this.”

  I smirked. “Trying to lie to your friends? Pretty sure that's against some kind of ethical teacher code you're supposed to have.”

  “Whoa, dude,” Harry dragged out the last word. “Explain,” he demanded. “Come on, we all want to know now.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “Hurry up, because I want to go and dance, but I also really want to hear this.”

  Ollie scowled at me. “We just slept together one night in summer and then it turned out she's my student.”

  I smirked at their impressed reactions. “Nice,” Danny commented with a grin. “Pretty hot.”

  Ollie rolled his eyes. “Please just don't talk about it anymore.”

  “Does that mean she's underage?” Jake pressed.

  Ollie's cheeks flamed. “I'm seventeen,” I offered a response, not sure whether they were considering sixteen or eighteen as 'of age'.

  “Pretty hot,” Danny repeated, eyeing me up properly now.

  Ollie noticed and grimaced. “Let's go dance, then,” he muttered, standing up and offering me a hand.

  I took it eagerly, waving to his friends as I allowed him to drag me into the crowd of people.

  “I was really hoping that wasn't going to happen,” he grumbled as we moved together, much closer than I ever thought we'd be again. “They're never going to drop it.” Then he paled. “They might even tell Jemma.”

  “Sorry, but you were the one who said it,” I replied seriously, trying not to show just how much I was enjoying the feeling of his large hands on my hips through the thin material of my tight dress. “And they'd better not, she'll probably stop tipping me.”

  “I hope it wasn't really too boring sitting there.” His tone was light hearted but I could tell he felt a bit bad for me. My friend had effectively ditched me without knowing if I’d find someone to spend the night with.

  I chuckled. “No, it was fun,” I told him honestly. “I'm just restless, well, you know.”

  He nodded, his fingers biting into my hips tighter as the song changed to a faster song. “Yeah, I know,” he acknowledged. We’d only smoked weed last time, but Ollie had admitted that he enjoyed doing other drugs too. No doubt that had stopped when his ‘responsible adult’ policy started. “Just so you know, that's the only reason I agreed to dance with you.”

  I smirked and moved my hands from resting on his chest to wrap around his neck. “Yeah, yeah.”

  “You're really not supposed to flirt with me this much,” he teased, though one of his hands had moved to caress the bare skin of my back that was revealed by my dress. I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his hands on my body, but that might have been a bit too obvious.

  “Oh, please,” I responded with a smirk, moving infinitely closer to him. “I'm high. I can get away with anything.”

  “Don't push it,” he murmured, moving his mouth so close to my ear that I barely felt his lips touch my lobe. I shivered in his arms and knew that he'd felt it.

  I bit my lip and grabbed a handful of his curly hair, guiding his face so that it was right in front of my own. His pupils were almost as dilated as mine. “You're sure you don't want me to push it?” I inquired, my voice much sexier than I remembered.

  He groaned and I was about to close the distance when a hand was shoved in between our faces. With a grimace, I turned to scowl at Jake, who was looking particularly smug. “Sorry to ruin the moment.” He didn't look the slightest bit sorry. “But we're moving on to the next club. I'm taking it you're coming?”

  Ollie was equally as annoyed, I was sure, but he was better at hiding it than me. “Sure,” he agreed, removing his hands from me, much to my disappointment, and linking his fingers through mine as he pulled me through the crowd. He dropped my hand as soon as we were at the exit.

  I didn't bother to ask where we were going next, and I couldn't quite bring myself to look up at Ollie. I wasn't sure whose fault that little moment was; I was almost positive it was mostly the alcohol and drugs' fault. Either way, I couldn't quite face Ollie right now. He was still my teacher. It was hard, though, when I was still buzzing and longing for physical contact.

  “Maddie?” A voice I hadn't been expecting to hear again called out to me.

  “Oh, hey, Connor!” I exclaimed, turning and seeing his attractive face and mop of shaggy black hair walking towards me. “I thought you'd be in London by now.”

  “Uni doesn't start for another couple of weeks,” he was eying Ollie and his friend up. “I didn't think you were eighteen yet.”

  I smirked. “When did that ever stop anyone?”

  “It stopped me,” he replied with a short chuckle. “Having a good night?”

  “It's getting better.” My urge to flirt with Connor was automatic when I was this intoxicated. I'd spent a year crushing on him and it hadn't just disappeared because Ollie was stood behind me. He was off limits, anyway.

  “I see.” His voice had immediately changed in pitch to match my flirty tone. “Were you heading home?” I guessed that was what he was doing, since there was no one around him and he was obviously drunk.

  “No, I was just going to wherever those guys were going.” I gestured behind me without actually turning around. “But, I mean,” I paused, suddenly self-conscious. Was I really confident enough to blatantly ask Connor to sleep with me? “Are you going home?”

  His grin widened. He knew what I wanted. “I was.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You're always welcome to join me.”

  I giggled slightly and hoped it wasn't a horridly embarrassing sound. �
��I might have to take you up on that.” My smile fell when I turned around to face Ollie and his friends. “You don't mind, do you?” I checked, feeling incredibly guilty about the fact I'd basically been turned on by Ollie and was going to ditch him for another guy. It was the right thing to do, though. I couldn't sleep with Ollie. And I wouldn't have, either, it wouldn't have gone that far. Plus, this was the only chance I was going to have to have sex with Connor before he went to London and it was something I had fantasised extensively about.

  “Are you sure you want to? You're a bit out of it,” Ollie commented, his voice hard as he tried not to convey his annoyance.

  “Yes,” I responded immediately. “I definitely do. I've wanted to sleep with Connor for like a year,” I told him bluntly, my tongue loosened by my high. The words were out of my mouth before I even realised what I was saying.