Your Blood is My New Ecstasy

A Drive Home and a Fantasy

**Rowena's POV**

Have you ever feel the kind of feeling where something or someone is following you? Like sometimes you become anxious when you meet someone's eyes or accidentally bumped into stranger. I've been feeling like that lately and I'm just so scared to even walking home alone.

"So tell me again why you want to tag along with me?"

Zach, asking me for the third time right after school when I approach him on his Basketball training. He's sweating like a maniac and I could feel the girls' eyes are glaring behind my back. But hey, I don't care, he's my brother for crying out loud!

"Why don't you go with Zayn?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing that Zayn dashed out of the parking lot when he saw me. He told me he's about to get 'down' with Sarah. The cheerleader captain that not only she wanted to sleep with the twins, she also wanted to kick me out the picture. Weird huh?

"Zayn is well...occupied." I said and I heard him sigh in return.

"Alright fine. But you owe me dishes tonight."

Before letting me respond to what he just said, he ran back to the field as the whistle blown. I sat at the bench taking out my phone, scrolling through my social media like a normal human being. 

Then it happen again, The feeling of being watched very closely and you just have zero idea of what actually going on. My eyes traces through the bleachers. There are students who just chilling, cheerleaders practicing their routine and then there it is, I found a...man sitting alone by on the upper row bleachers with his shades on. I assumed he's watching me but once I found out he looked away.

"Rowena Watson?"

A voice called, taking me back to the people around me and as I look up I met eyes with the neighbor next door. Wait...what is he even doing here? 

"Yes, and you are?"

He smiled, he took out his hand for me to greet that I accept as he said, "I'm Killian Hudson, your next door neighbor." Something about his accent is just so charming. It sounded like a melody in my ears. "May I sit here?"

I scoot over, even though I still have space to sit since I'm alone, and let him take the spot. 

"Are you going to this school as well?" I asked, out of curiousity since he doesn't look like a high school student at all. I mean, he looks like he's a freshman in college. Probably.

"Ah," He laughed, "Not really. I'm the new teacher here and actually I've been teaching your brothers for the past couple of days. If I may say they're not very...."

"Bright." I cut off his words, just because I know my brothers better than anyone. Hey, only I can say something like that about them!

"I was about to say clever, but bright is okay too."

I just smiled, out of awkwardness because I believed this is the first time that we've ever met and he bluntly saying stuffs about my two other siblings.

"Wait, if you teach here how come we never run into each other?"

Killian, or should I say Mr. Hudson, calmly watch the kids practicing and letting me see his perfect side profile. That strong jawline and sharp nose. His facial hair as well that emphasize how God-like he is. 

"Well, I teach History class for seniors and I don't think you're senior enough to take my class. So that is why we never run into each other." What got me off guard afterwards is the fact that he suddenly looks at me. Caught me watching him closely. Shoot!

"Uh um...yea. That's correct." I stuttered as I look away.

Another whistle is being blown and before me knowing Zach coming to my direction. Girls at the bleachers gazing him with an awe as he walks by. And before I know it he's right there in front of me. With sweats and body odor that stinks.

"Oh hey Mr. Hudson!" he high fived the History teacher then looking down at me. "Do you mind if we head to Taylor's place first?"

I frowned, thinking on his words before the practice that he'd agree to take me straight home.

"Why?" I asked in disbelieve because I know him and his friend Taylor Lind is pretty much a partyholic. Was that even a word? But yea you got my point.

"Just because. If you don't want to you can always take the bus home."

I rolled my eyes. My plan of going straight home and have myself a good steam bath is ruined. "Come on Zach, can't you just drop me off?"

"Ro, you know for a fact that Tay's place and our house is not really on the same direction right?"

Mr. Hudson cleared his throat, stopping me from chopping my brother's head off. Our attention changed towards the young teacher beside me.

"I don't mean to interrupt but since I'm your next door neighbor, I don't mind to take you a lift home. That's if you wanted to."

Zach smiled, liking the idea but not for me. I can't just jumped into some stranger's car and trusted them to take me home

"Looks like our problem is solved! Mr. Hudson is a good man, you're totally in good hands. Thank you so much sir!"

Before I respond, or even punching my brother in the face he ran back to his friends leaving me speechless. What the hell?

"Okay," Mr. Hudson stood up, fixing his navy blue sweater as he look down at me. "Ready to go?"

Looks like I don't have any other choice. Yes I can just walk home but I just hate the ideas of being followed. I just...hate the feeling.

Speaking of being followed. I look at the upper bleachers opposite of me once again and I don't find the man again. He's already gone. And for that I just relieved.

I followed Mr. Hudson to his car then in time he drove away from school. We just sat there in silence but I don't think he found it awkward. Not for me, I just feeling kind of awkward especially with someone I just met.

"You can always play music if you want to, you know." he smiled. His right hand rested on the steering wheel and the other on his lap. Something about him--whatever he do, is very inviting. I have no idea in what way, but it just makes me feel...hot.

"Uh, do you want me to?" I asked.

"Well, my playlist is probably a little outdated for your taste, so I think it's okay for you to play yours. A new reference would be nice."

"Okay.." I took the aux cable and plug it into my phone. I scrolled down to the songs and played Halsey's Graveyard.

"Thank you for taking me home, by the way Mr. Hudson."

I don't know for how much he smiles today, but he smiled again and it just look as sweet as the previous one. 

"Not a problem. Just call me Killian anyway. Mr. Hudson sounded so old for me."

I looked at him in disbelieve. I mean, I wanted to respect him so that's why I keep adressing him by his last name.

"Yo--you sure? I mean, I can get grounded if I called you by your first name, sir."

He laughed then look at me as we stop at the red light. "I am so sure, Rowena. But it's only when there's only the two of us, understood?"

It's my time to smile and somehow feeling slightly happy. It feels like having a friend, though I wouldn't go that far for now.

"Um, okay Killian." I smiled shyly.

As we drive again we started to build up a conversation. I learned that he's actually just move away from London and now live alone here. He's not married, which I am so glad to know that. I mean seriously, if he's my age--and I have the courage (of course), I'd date him. Not that he's old, he's probably in his mid 20s. A proper age for a girl's fantasy.

"Hey, thanks again for taking me home." I smiled as he stop by at my driveway. 

"Anytime! Just tell me if you need a lift home."

I get out of the car as I watch him drive away to his garage and dissapear behind the garage door. I made my way into my house, taking the mails spread by the porch and announce myself home. I don't think anyone is home yet, my mom and dad is away so it's going to be just me myself and I. Knowing for sure that the twins are going to be late because they're probably partying. Everyone has a good Friday night except for me. But hey, told you I'm a boring person!

Once I get into the house, I'm getting ready for bath.Took my favorite bathbomb and let the thing change it form into the hot tub. I undress myself and get into the tub, laying down as I enjoy the warmth of the water and the bubbly feeling of the bathbomb.

My mind started to roam at the thought of my new neighbor. How attractive he is and intelligence he sounds. Everything about him is very inviting, like an ecstasy I tried to walkaway from.

And before I know it, I started my own fantasy with my hot neighbor next door.