Icy Tutor

The After Party

"Good evening." you say gazing into his ice-cold eyes, which try so hard yet fail to conceal his true wishes. His desire for you is clearly visible in him and so you pretend not to notice. Even if he already noticed your stares; since, let's be honest, he had probably already deduced all the thoughts that had ever crossed your mind, he played dumb for you. That was the last confirmation you needed, and just like that you closed your eyes and leaned in, only to wake up instantly. You would've thought it was too good to be true but it was quite the opposite, he was so out of character in your sleep that you'd probably vomit if you read a piece of fanfiction where he did act in such a disgustingly awkward manner. Having slept quite enough, you go and get up, it's pretty soon to be getting up on a Sunday but there was no way you were falling back asleep knowing there was a chance for that puke-inducing dream to manifest itself again while you embraced your pillow in your deep slumber.

What you remembered when lifting your head, though, made want to crawl back in bed, it was then that the events from the night before finally dawned on you. In fact, now you were horrified, for you'd been foolish enough to bring friends home and steal some of the tequila from your older brother's secret stash in order to satisfy them. This in retrospect was a terrible mistake that you would surely suffer to pay even if it seemed like the brightest idea at the moment. Apart from that, your room was absolutely trashed and to top it all off you could tell by looking at the clock that your parents would be home any moment. You, my love, were absolutely screwed.

You desperately started trying to get rid of all the evidence, there was too much and all you could do was to try and reduce the damage, the worst part of it was probably the smell, or, maybe, the reality you would face once your mum saw it all, after everything, this was not the first time you had done something of this calibre. You were all in all a bit too keen to party around in your home with your buddies and get wasted, all in the name of good fun, but of course, seeing as you were still 15 your parents would never be looking at it that way.

It didn't take long for your mother to arrive, it was as if she could smell your fear from miles away, it had always been like that. You weren't really expecting a big punishment but fear was still making it's way into you, like always, and just when you were way too close to having a full on panic attack or something of the sort while picking up those shitty red plastic cups, you heard the key enter the keyhole and slowly turn. Fuck. It was over, you hadn't even had enough time to throw the cups in the trash so you just hurried to your bedroom, hid them under the bed and said your prayers "Oh fucking god, please, if you exist, let me get out of this one without being grounded for two whole weeks, man.".

You weren't religious obviously, and your family wasn't either, but this once you really thought it necessary, you had a horrible feeling, but then again, yesterday's hash brownies did taste a little bit off... You figured it would be just fine and managed to calm down enough to not vibrate like a damn dildo.

Footsteps suddenly sounded through the hallway and staircase, they seemed faster than usual, oh man, she was pissed. You heard her shout your name, that was the moment you realised you were in real deep shit this time around. Her footsteps didn't slow down at any given moment and, since the house wasn't some kind of huge manor or anything of the sort, she soon reached your room, forcibly opening the door. What followed were many variations of strangely similar questions like "Do you think this is normal?" or "What kind of behaviour is this?" the last of them though was a "Do you think this is funny?" as a completely out-of-place laugh escaped your mouth, that was when your fate was finally sealed with no going back, it was then that you, yes, the girl who always evaded consequences, were completely and utterly screwed for the first time in your life.