"I'm so, so sorry for calling this late." I shook my head as I slid into the passengers seat of Mr. Mendes' Porsche.
"Julianna, I promise, it's okay," He shook his head, offering me a smile to show that he wasn't bothered.
The streetlight shined on his face, and he looked so young in that moment. The light showed the strong curve of his jaw, along with the high structure of his cheekbones. His hair was messy, and the old shirt and sweats on his body show he had just woken up. His lips were a pale pink and looked incredibly soft. As for his eyes, they were gentle and skimmed my features with concern. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him in that moment.
"Why didn't you just tell me you were coming to a party?" His voice broke my stare, causing my eyes to move up to his own as he began to drive.
"I-I don't know. I didn't want you to worry, I guess?" I looked down, shrugging as I toyed with my fingers in my lap. "I didn't want you to tell my parents, mostly."
"Julianna, I was a teenager too, once." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Unless you were in great danger, I would never say a word to your parents."
I glanced out the window, watching the houses skim by in the darkness. The streets were empty, because it was late, and only a few streetlights were on.
"Thank you, Mr. Mendes," I mumbled softly, turning to him just as my phone rang out, making us both jump.
Caroline's name flashed against the screen, causing me to mumble a curse under my breath and I put my finger to my lips to Mr. Mendes.
"Caroline, hi," I spoke nervously, looking at the time flashing on the dash.
"Where the hell are you?! Chase didn't go home with you?" She cried over the loud music.
"No, we had a bit of a fallout. I called an uber," I lied easily, turning my head to look at Mr. Mendes when he furrowed his brows at me.
"What happened?" She asked, and I could tell she stepped outside because the music was no longer so loud.
"Can we talk about this another time? I'm tired and my phone is gonna die."
"Ugh, fine. We are talking about this, though! Love you!"
"Love you too," I hummed, pulling my phone away from my ear before hanging up.
"Fallout?" Mr. Mendes spoke, causing me to snap my head towards him.
"Um, yeah," I nodded, licking my lips nervously. "He saw your text. Wanted to know why you didn't have a contact name. Seemed shady, I guess."
"He was mad over that? The text was letting you know that I was going to sleep, but my phone would be on if you needed anything."
"He didn't read the text. Just saw the notification."
"What did he say?" Mr. Mendes asked, turning to look at me as he took a turn.
"He yelled and called me... something." I moved my hand to my wrist, trying to subtly cover the redness that Chase's harsh grip had left.
"Julianna, what did he do?" His voice was serious as his gaze moved to where my hand was.
"What? Nothing, Mr. Mendes, seriously," I shook my head, pretending to itch my hand instead.
I didn't know what he'd do if he found out about Chase, so I was trying my hardest not to tell him.
"Please, Julianna. Move your hand." He had pulled the car over somewhere; it looked like an empty parking lot, and he turned to look at me.
Knowing I couldn't get out of this anymore, I lowered my head as I moved my hand, exposing the marks Chase's fingers had left.
"He grabbed my wrist while I was looking through my purse so I would focus on him. He was drunk, I'm sure he didn't mean to-"
"Julianna, there's no damn excuse for this." Mr. Mendes' voice was heavy and his gaze was dark, but he gently held onto my wrist. "A man should never lay his damn hands on you."
His touch soothed the aching skin for some reason, but it made my heart pound harshly against my chest.
"You need to break up with him,"
"I-I don't know," I shook my head, trying to pull my wrist back, but Mr. Mendes shook his head and continued to examine it.
"This is going to bruise. Show it to him. Let him know what the fuck he did and tell him it isn't okay." Mr. Mendes was practically seething with anger, shaking his head in disgust.
"You're not my father, you don't have the right to tell me what to do." I yanked my hand away, flinching at the feeling.
"So you'd rather stay with him?" He challenged, raising his brow at me.
"Why does it matter to you?" I shot back, mirroring his perked brow.
He was silent for a few moments, and his eyes were on my wrist before they moved up to mine, where he spoke quietly.
"Because I care about you, Julianna."
He looked so vulnerable in that moment, and that's when I realized just how close we were. It was dark in the empty parking lot, but I could look at him and see every small freckle on his face. He was taking in each feature of mine, too; I could tell by the way his eyes wandered.
"Mr. Mendes-"
"Please, call me Shawn, when it's just you and I. We see each other enough," He mumbled, his eyes slowing to take in the curve of my lips.
"Shawn," I whispered softly, before fluttering my eyes closed and moving closer to him. "Tell me you don't feel it. Tell me I'm just a crazy teenage girl with a thing for her older teacher."
"Oh, Julianna, I wish I could. But saying those things would be a lie." He spoke, shaking his head. "Because I feel them too."
"Fuck," I closed the gap between our bodies, finally pressing my lips to his own.
Shawn's lips were so different than anyone else's; they were soft and smooth, but still firm. His nose nudged against my own as we kissed in sync, while his hands moved to cup the side of my face.
His fingers were slightly calloused from always holding pens and pencils, but still soft to the point that I melted into his touch.
I moved my hands to his hair, running them through slowly before slightly tugging at the ends, which caused him to let out a small grunt.
His tongue slid against my lower lip, causing me to open my mouth just slightly to tease him. I pressed my tongue against his, whining quietly before I pulled back with a seductive smile, glancing up at him through my lashes as I tried to steady my breathing.
"You're quite the kisser, Miss Ange," Shawn teased, his thumb gently skimming over my cheek.
"Not too bad yourself, Mr. Mendes," I giggled, tilting my head to kiss his thumb.
Whether it was the alcohol in my system or the excitement from kissing him, I felt brave, which caused me to wrap my lips around his thumb and gently suck.
I watched with an innocent gaze as his lips parted and he inhaled sharply; his eyes glued to my mouth.
I slid my tongue along the pad of his thumb for a moment, letting my teeth scrape against the skin, before releasing with a small pop.
"Jesus Christ," He groaned, pressing his palm against the front of his sweats.
I couldn't help but giggle and move back to my seat, shaking my head as he exhaled a deep breath and began to drive again.
We drove in silence for a few moments, both of us trying to gather our thoughts before I spoke softly.
"Okay, I'll break up with him."
"What?" He looked at me, unsure if he heard me correctly.
"He wasn't my type, anyways, as you know." I shrugged, shaking my head.
"Julianna, I hope you're doing that for you and not for this."
"No, no. Definitely for me."
"Okay, good," He nodded, moving one hand to my knee. "Though I do hope I'll get to kiss you again."
I could feel my cheeks flushing, and I was thankful for the darkness of the night. "We'll see, Mr. Mendes,"
"Always keeping me on my toes." He teased, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway.
"What do you mean?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him.
"You're very intriguing, Julianna. Whether it's in class, when you're asking questions in order to learn as much as possible, or if it's when you're walking down the halls, laughing with your friends; completely unaware of how beautiful you are."
I wasn't sure what to say, but the strong, fuzzy feeling in my stomach and smile on my face seemed to be enough for him.
"It's true," Shawn mumbled, leaning over to brush my hair back and gently press a kiss to my lips.
When he pulled back, I flashed a grin to him before gazing up and realizing we weren't in my driveway.
"Thank you, Shawn, but this isn't my house."
He laughed, shaking his head as he turned the car off and took the keys out. "I know. I figured being alone may not be so fun. Though if you want to be, I'll leave you alone for the night."
"No, no," I shook my head, gathering my things as I opened the door and followed him up his driveway. "Being here is fine. Really."
"Good," He smiled, unlocking his front door and pulling me inside.
His house was huge and absolutely beautiful; high ceilings, a large living room and spacious kitchen, plus a marble staircase in the middle that lead to the bedrooms.
"Can I get you something to drink or eat?" He asked, leading me towards the kitchen.
"Water, please," I nodded, taking in the beautiful kitchen. "Do you cook much?"
"I do, actually," Shawn spoke, his back to me as he reached into the fridge to get a water bottle. "Mostly because it's just me."
My eyes moved until they caught the time, which flashed 3:46am. I shook my head, moving my gaze until they landed on him.
I admired the flexing back muscles that moved through his thin shirt, leaning on the counter and pressing my chin into my palm with a cheeky grin.
"Enjoying the view?" He teased once he turned around, handing me the water bottle with a small grin.
"Very much," I mumbled playfully, taking a sip before grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging him closer to me. "C'mere,"
Shawn closed the space between us, our bodies lined up as his lips found mine, and his hands moved to my waist.
This kiss was different than the first one; this one was somewhat needy and harsh. His lips moved quickly against mine, his hands secure on my body as my hands gripped his biceps. I could feel tension in it from when I had teasingly sucked on his finger.
I couldn't help but groan as he squeezed my waist, and he took the opportunity to press his tongue into my mouth, knocking it against my own.
Our tongues moved back and forth as he pushed me up onto the counter, where my legs snaked around his waist and pulled him closer until our middles were touching.
"Fuck," Shawn groaned softly as soon as I pressed my hips up into his, my hands squeezing his biceps.
He pressed his hips back into my own, causing me to cry out quietly against his lips when his bulge pressed against where I was aching for him.
One of his hands moved to my hair, twisting in the long locks before tugging slightly, causing my lips to fall open with a small gasp as his lips moved to my neck.
I could feel his opened mouthed kisses against my sensitive skin, and I couldn't hold back the moan that came when he bit right below my ear.
"Leave a mark," I mumbled breathlessly, my eyes fluttering closed as he hummed and closed his lips around the skin; beginning to suck and nibble so the area would bruise.
I continued to rock my hips down against his, grinding harshly and enjoying the vibrations his moans would leave against my skin.
"Don't stop, baby," He grunted in my ear, his own hips now grinding up to meet my own.
My stomach tightened each time I felt his hardness against my aching core, and I could tell I was close by the way my legs shook from where they were wrapped around his torso.
I could feel him panting against my skin, placing sloppy kisses on my neck as we continued to quickly and harshly grind against each other.
"Shawn.. Shawn, I'm-oh, fuck," I whimpered, my head falling back as my fingers tightened around his arms, my hips stilling as I hit my orgasm harshly; crying out his name as I held his hips snug against my own.
"Oh, god, Julianna," He groaned loudly against my neck, and I could feel the way he held against me as he released hotly into his pants, gasping against my skin.
We stayed there, panting and gasping, my legs shaking slightly as we came down from our highs.
Finally, after a few silent minutes, he pressed a kiss to the bruise below my ear before pulling back to look at me. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was tousled, along with his swollen lips, but he gave me a cheeky smile.
"God, nobody has ever made me that crazy. And made me come in my pants, too," He teased, pulling his hips back with a wrinkle of his nose.
"Guess I'm just special, then," I mumbled, leaning in and pressing a soft peck to his lips before hopping off of the counter, offering him an innocent smile. "Shower?"
"Separately," He scolded in a playful manner, giving my ass a playful slap before taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.
"Yes, sir," I hummed, wiggling my hips purposely as I followed.
Tonight had gone a lot better than I had expected, and his soft smile that he would flash me made me feel a lot better. But I couldn't help to hear the annoying little voice in my head.
What if he doesn't feel the same tomorrow?
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