You're My Favorite Addiction

We were about a month into school, and my love for Mr. Carlile was out of control. I always sat back and admired him from a far. He was breath taking with every motion or move he made. He wouldn't even be around me, and just the thought of him would send goose bumps all across my body.

This weekend was a three day weekend. Because on Friday the teachers had an in service day or something like that. I didn't really care, I'm just happy it's one less day of bullshit. But sad at the same time because I don't get stare at Mr. Carlile. Skylar and Alan have decided to get us fake ID's made so we could go to a club to see some local bands play. I wasn't really feeling it but I didn't argue. Maybe a few days away from him will help ease my foggy mind.

"Okay so I'm gonna run to the mini mart in town and grab some smokes, then I'll come get you two." I told them and they didn't even acknowledge what I was saying, they were too excited about tonight. Wish I could possess the same enthusiasm.

I got in my car and drove into town, hopping out of my car I noticed that they got a new cashier clerk. "Fuck." I muttered underneath my breath. "Ms. Rose?" my body tensed up and I slowly turned around. "Mr. Carlile? What are you doing here?" Surprised to see him. "What a teacher can't shop at a mini mart?" He laughed. "Oh no that's not what I-" before I could finish with my babbling he cut me off. "I was joking, us teachers do joke sometimes." He smirked, causing my heart to murmur.

"Might I ask what you're doing here?" Shit how did I tell him I was here to get cigarettes. So I tried changing the subject. "Here for smokes?" "How did you know?" I looked down, embarrassed. "I see at lunch, your table is right outside my window Ms. Rose." I made the O shape with my mouth and nodded. "What kind you get?" "Marlboro Smooths. Why?" Before he could answer my question he was asking the clerk for 2 pack of Marlboro Smooths."

I was was shocked and excited, but mostly shocked. "Woah, Mr. Carlile." I sheepishly accepted the packs as we walked outside. "Hey I'm always here to help." He smiled. "This you?" He said pointing to my beauty of a car. No she really was pretty. I had a Kia Soul. It's safe to say I was a momma's girl. "Yes sir it is." I smiled. Unlocking the doors I didn't really know what to say or do. "So uh, what do you have planned on this Friday evening?" He asked.

"Heading to da club." I smirked. "Aren't you a little young?" He questioned. "Not when your friends are deviants and make you a fake ID." I joked, even though I was being completely serious. I don't know why I was being so open with him, I shouldn't be. But it's more than easy to talk to him.

"Well." He laughed. I giggled and nodded. "Well I better get going, they're gonna be wondering where I disappeared too." "Alright, well I'll see you around Ms. Rose."

With that I jumped into my car, firing it up and listening to the engine purr. I sat there for a second completely dumbfounded by what just happened. Did I really just have a conversation with him? God did he look yummy. I began biting my lip, I looked over noticing that he was still parked beside me, smirking. I waved awkwardly and drove back home.

Later that night, they both questioned me about what took so long, and I told them I had to have someone buy me them. They bought it thankfully.

Skylar got ready at my house, and Alan told us to pick him up. After stealing the ginger from his house, we drove into the city. Upon arriving at the club, the fake ID's actually worked. I mean we were all dressed to the nines and we looked the part.

At the bar we were downing shots like no tomorrow. I had creepy old bar guys hitting on me left and right. We lied to the bar tender and told him it was my birthday and I just turned 21 today, so all our drinks were on the house. After listening to the bands set, they left and they began playing club music. Like hip-hop and rap. Stuff we could dance too. I whisper yelled to Skylar that I was going out to have a smoke. Alan pulled me close to him, and began to grind on me.

"Woah there cowboy, save it for later." I joked winking. Seeing this kid intoxicated was hilarious. I ventured through the crowd finally making my way outside. Pulling a cigarette out of my pack and trying to light it, but to my desire my lighter all together quit on me. I threw my head in frustration. I was in a short tight black dress, and my hair was loosely curled. And my makeup made me look like a prostitute but I didn't mind. I felt good. But it was a bit chilly tonight, especially for Cali.

Again I tried sparking up my lighter, but each time it would work the wind was just not having it and blew it out. "Goddammit." I mumbled, clearly even more frustrated. "Need some help gorgeous?" I opened my piercing blue eyes to see Mr. Carlile standing in front of me. What the hell was he doing here? "Mr. Carlile?" I asked confused. "Ms. Rose? Wow I didn't even recognize you." I laughed. "What are you doing here? Are you following me." I joked. "No but when you were talking about going to a club earlier it made me want to get out of the house. I didn't know this was a club you were talking about. This is my regular spot."

"About that lighter situation. Do you have one?" He nodded and took the cigarette from my hand placing it between his luscious lips and turning away from the wind, lighting it for me. Taking a drag off it as well. Then handing it back to me. It realized this is probably the closest that I'll ever be to feeling his mouth. I took in a long drag closing my eyes and letting the smoke fill my body. I released the smoke into the air, and opened my eyes to see his studying my body.

"Can I help you?" I questioned my lips forming a smile. "Sorry, just doesn't look like you'd be a senior in high school." He shook his head. "Yeah I get that a lot." I stated, "especially from the amount of old creeps hitting on me in there." I motioned back to the club. "Yeah I bet you're a-" he cut himself off stopping mid sentence. "I'm a what? I didn't catch the end of that." "You're a treat for the eyes." He stuttered out. "If I wasn't wrong I'd have to say you're coming onto me Mr. Carlile." I joked, clearly being sarcastic.

"Is it that noticeable that I think you're the sexiest little thing?"

Notes

Ooooooo hot damn ;) chapter three is spicy!
*WARNING!*
this story will contain quite a bit of smut, so if you don't enjoy smut I suggest skipping those parts. But I mean what do you expect from a teacher student fanfic.
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