The Teacher’s Pet

Josie POV: “You ready to drink?!?! Finals are over, summer has started and we only have 1 year left of college! We have to party while we are young and don’t have responsibilities.” That’s Megan my roommate, best friend, P.I.C. We’ve been best friends since first grade and inseparable since. I’ve always been the more reserved of the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, when I’m in my element, I can command the room, but I prefer to stick to the background until I’m comfortable. I like to read the room before I start to show myself, I can be a handful once I get going. Megan, however, is comfortable in all situations and makes friends everywhere she goes. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know what a stranger is. We just finished our third year of college and have 1 year left. Megan is going for her undergrad in business management and I’m double majoring in art and culinary arts. I want to be a pastry chef and have my own bakery/bar and Megan wants to be a co-owner/manager of my bakery bar. We’ve dreamed of this since our senior year of high school. I’ve always loved to bake. It’s feels like therapy for me. I put all my heart, soul, and feelings into everything I make. The art major is more for decorating the cakes I want to make. Another art major, Tim, wants to be a part of the business for decorating the desserts. He wants to do “food art”. Tim is the third part of our tripod. I met him the first week of freshman year, introduced him to Megan. People have always thought we might be a thruple because we are all ridiculously close, but well, all three of us are strictly d*ckly. “Josie, are we going to The Tap tonight?” Tim asked me, knowing that was where we always go. The Tap is where I work to save money for the bakery/bar. I got a full ride to college, so I didn’t have to worry about student loans. Everything I make there goes towards our dream. During the summer months I work 5-6 days a week, but when school is going on, I work Fridays and Sunday mornings. Both Megan and Tim work there during the school year, but Tim goes home to Indianapolis even though it’s only an hour away, in the summer and Megan only picks up shifts as an on call basis during the summer. She likes her free time in the summer. “I heard that the band tonight was going to be the best they’ve had all year as a send off for the seniors.” I said to my besties. Tim brought some clothes over to figure out his “end of the year” look while Megan and I threw all of our clothes around the apartment deciding on what we were going to wear tonight too. Tim and Megan could literally wear anything and it would look like it was made to fit them. Him at 6ft 1, Megan at 5ft 9. They both could be models if our venture didn’t work out. Tim with his deep chocolate brown eyes and black hair and dimples you could fall into. Megan and her long legs, blonde hair and hazel eyes with natural eyelashes for miles. Here I stand at 5ft 2, strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, hourglass figure. I know I’m cute, I have the girl next door look, but standing next to them, I feel like a troll. Once we picked out what we were wearing, we did a pre party shot of whiskey. “R*gulaters, mount up” I yelled after the shot and our Uber arrived. I had feeling tonight was going to be the start of a great summer. Little did I know, my whole life would change that night We walked into The Tap ready for the night to get started. Casey, Claire, and Sarah were behind the bar. Casey waved to the 3 of us and poured up 3 Jamos for us. “Guys the band is about to start, this place is packed, and I’m gonna miss you guys this summer.” Sarah toasted with us before we went to the dance floor. “You will still see my b*itch *ss a lot this summer. You can’t get rid of me.” I said to Sarah. She is my favorite person to work with that isn’t Megan and Tim. I’m not gonna lie, I hope I can steal her away when we open our place. I take a look around at everyone in the bar and it is a great vibe tonight. Everyone just finished finals and are ready to let loose. As I turned to look at the pool tables, my breath caught. I saw the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life. He had shaggy brown hair, a jaw you could cut glass on, a nose that was a little crooked like maybe he had been in a fight or two, the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, like the color of the Gulf of Mexico, afive o’clock shadow that I wanted to run my tongue across, wait where did that come from. He was wearing a T-shirt of my favorite guilty pleasure band, KISS and dark jeans. His sleave tattoos on both arms gave him the look of bad boy, but when I looked back into his eyes, I saw more than that. “Earth to Josie, you are drooling!” “Huh, what?” “B*tch you are drooling over that hot piece of *ss at the pool tables” “I am not, but if he looks up, I’m gonna go talk to him. He has two friends with him, you guys ready to be my wingmen?” Megan squealed “dibs on the red head. I’m a sucker for freckles.” No sooner than she said that, Mr kiss shirt took a swing of his beer, made eye contact with me and winked… it’s on now