And then I met my teacher

I got home exhausted. The inside of my thighs was burning due to the irritation caused by my wet jeans. My mom didn't seem to be mad at me anymore, but of course my playstation wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I searched in the boxes for my pyjamas, but I only found the pants. I guess I would have to put on some random shirt. I looked inside another box for a comfy shirt and found Samuel's old shirt. I slowly sat down on the corner of my bed with the shirt in my hands. My eyes started watering. I missed him so fucking much already. I smelled it and, to make it worse, it still smelled like him. Samuel was my best friend back in Belleville and, to be completely honest, I had the biggest crush on him since day one. Even though I knew he was straight, I couldn't help it. That's what made it completely destructive. By being his best friend, I had been forced to listen to his hook up stories for years with a smile on my face while deep inside I just wanted to burst into tears. He was not gay. He was not even bi. I didn't stand a chance with him and even if I did, to him I was just good old Frank, his best friend. I looked at the shirt and put it on. Even if mom had said at least a thousand times that we were starting over, I was not completely ready to forget Samuel just yet. I smelled myself to have a last waft of the shirt and went downstairs.
''How was school?'' Mom asked.
''It was alright.'' I answered.
''Did you make any friends?''
''Well, I met this guy, James. He seems nice.''
''How is he?'' She asked, suspiciously.
''He's just a normal looking kid I guess. He has dark hair and brown eyes. I don't know how I'm supposed to answer that question.'' I answered.
''See. When you avoid putting that weird make up on you can actually make normal friends. Not weird punks like that Samuel you were hanging out with, back in Belleville.'' She said with a look of disgust on her face as she mentioned him.
''I'm going to bed.'' I said as I got up angrily.
''Frank, C'mon, don't take it that way. I didn't mean to insult you.'' She said while I was walking away from her. I stopped for a minute and decided to give in to the anger that was growing in my veins.
''By the way, as soon as I'm turning 18, I'm getting the fuck out of here and moving back to Belleville. You want to start over? You'll do it on your own!'' I yelled. She didn't answer.

I got in my room and shut the door. What the fuck was her problem. It was like I had turned into her personal punching bag. It was not like my father's death was my fault. I understood that he was her husband and that she was going through a lot but I wasn't to blame. I had just lost my dad too, and I really did not need her to add any pressure on my shoulders.

I unpacked my stereo so that I could listen to some good music to calm myself down. I plugged everything and started to relax to the sound of my favorite misfits album. I turned up the volume and closed my eyes. I was really into ''Helena'' when I heard someone banging aggressively at my door. I got up and opened the door just as violently as the banging.
''Turn that down! Are you going insane?! This is an apartment! We have neighbors!'' My mom yelled.
''I don't care.'' I answered as she walked passed me and unplugged my stereo.
''You want me to take that as well?'' She asked.
''That's it. That's it. I'm leaving.'' I said as I changed my pyjamas pants for skinny jeans and grabbed my leather jacket.
''What do you mean, you're leaving?'' She asked on the same arrogant and disgusted voice tone as she has used earlier to talk about Sam.
''I'm going for a walk. I don't know when I'll come back.'' I said. I was extremely pissed off and I made it pretty obvious for her to notice. I heard her yelling at me as I made my way out, but I wasn't paying attention to what she was telling me. To be completely honest, I didn't give a shit.

I had been walking down the street for a few minutes and I realized that Montreal's night life was actually pretty animated. There were a lot of people on the streets and a lot of stores and restaurants were still open. I checked my phone to see what time it was. 8:16 PM. I definitely needed a drink. I saw a bar that didn't look too crowded and the doorman didn't really seem to check the I.D.. I got inside without any problems and sat at the bar. The bartender himself seemed a little drunk already. I ordered a glass of whiskey and a man sat next to me. I looked at the small T.V. behind the bar. A soccer game was on and I started watching it.

Three glasses of whiskey later, I was still staring at the T.V. screen, wondering what the hell was going on with my life. The man next to me asked me for my lighter and as I looked at him to hand it to him, I recognized his face.
''Mr. Way?'' I asked confused. His eyes went bigger went he realized who I was.
''Frank?! What are you doing here?!'' He asked as he took the lighter. He seemed pretty drunk, but I wasn't much better so I gave up on making on judgement.
''Drinking.'' I answered. He chuckled and went outside for a smoke. While he was outside I drank a few shots of vodka and when he came back, my vision was a little blurry. As soon as he made his way back in the bar, I felt my body getting warmer. Maybe it was only because the alcohol was making its way down, but vodka or not, he was one sexy motherfucker. I started thinking that maybe, if he was drunk enough, he would stop considering me as a student and he could start seeing me as a potential hook up... Or at least make out session.

He sat back next to me and gave me my zippo back. I was about to offer him a drink when he completely took me off guard.
''What's your poison, cutie?'' He asked. He was definitely drunk, but so was I. The fact that he was trying to flirt with me and probably to get in my pants made my stomach flutter.
''A dark rum would be great.'' I answered, moving my stool closer to his. He winked at me and called the bartender over.
''It's going to be two dark rums and 2 shots of tequila please.'' He ordered. I looked at him confused and laughed a little.
''Trust me.'' He told me in a seductive voice which sent shivers down my spine. This man was really hot.

The bartender put our drinks in front of us. I was about to take a sip of my rum when Mr. Way stopped me. He placed the tequila in front of me, but took my lime.
''What are you doing?'' I asked, waiting for an explanation.
''Take the damn shot and you'll see.''
''But what about my lime?''
''You'll see. Trust me.'' He said firmly. I wasn't too sure about this, but I did as he said anyways. Once I had taken the shot, I looked at him to get my lime and saw it was locked between his lips in the sexiest way possible. I took a step further to close the space between us and reached for the lime with my mouth. I thought he would just let go of it, but he didn't. I literally had to suck the juice from his mouth. He wanted to play? Well, damn he would play. I made the lime squirt with my teeth and pressed my lips against his. He pulled away and looked at me. I saw the lust in his eyes mixed with the feeling of doing something forbidden. It made my dick twitch in my pants.
''My turn.'' He said as he handed me his lime. I took it and placed it between my teeth. He smirked at me and took his shot. A few seconds later, the fruit was long gone and his little lime game had turned into an intense make out session. Without breaking the kiss, Mr. Way took his wallet out of his pocket and put 50$ on the table. He then grabbed me by the waist and dragged me to the bathroom. He slammed my back against the wall and locked the door.
''You're so fucking sexy babe.'' He said as he unbuckled my belt. I expected him to unbuckle his as well, but instead, he went down on his knees. He pulled both my pants and underwear down at a same time and started slowly stroking my now hard cock. I knew what he was about to do and I couldn't wait to feel the warmth of his mouth around my member. It almost happened when my vision became blurry. When I say blurry, I don't mean drunk blurry. I mean that I started seeing black spots and that I felt my legs getting weaker. The walls seemed to be moving when my body hit the ground. It was like I was in a weird dream. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, but I was still hearing some noises. I wasn't aware of what was going on and I felt like throwing up, but I couldn't do anything about it. It was like I felt the urge to fall asleep without the possibility of fighting it. After that, I don't remember anything.

I woke up the next morning with a headache. The pain pounded in my brain as I opened my eyes. I didn't know where I was and I didn't recognize the clothes I was wearing. Actually, I should say the sweatpants I was wearing because I was shirtless. I heard someone singing and decided to follow the voice. I got up from the couch I had been sleeping on and made my way to the kitchen, where the voice was coming from. I was praying that I hadn't hooked up with some creepy old dude. Last night was extremely vague in my memory. When I saw who the voice belonged to, I froze. My art teacher. Some flashbacks of what had happened the night before started popping in my mind. I had made out with my teacher.

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