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Ella's POV;

I woke up with a splitting headache. Why have I got such a headache?

Oh yeah, I went out last night.

Did I even drink that much?

I guess I did.

I don't bother opening my eyes, but I reach for my bedside table draw to find some painkillers.

I bring out something soft, and open one eye to examine it.

A pair of boxers?

What the f**k?

I open both my eyes to discover that I'm not even in my own room.

Fuck did I f**k someone?

"If you wanted to see my boxers, all you had to do was ask," A familiar voice says.

I look to my left to spot Gods creation standing there.

"You look like s**t," He laughs.

"Thanks," I giggle.

"Wait, we didn't..?"

"No we didn't, but you did," He frowns.

"What do you mean?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Do you want the run down of the night?" He asks and I hesitantly nod.

"Take these first," He hands me some painkillers and a cup of water.

I take them and he sits opposite me on his bed.

"You rung me completely wasted last night because you thought I was your dad, and you said you wanted picking up, so I asked you where you were and you told me, then the line went dead. Obviously I didn't have a clue where this Donte kid lived so I decided to drive around the village until I saw you laying outside his house. I put you in my car and drove you back to mine because I figured your parents would have probably killed you," He pauses to see if I'm still with him.

"Is that it?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Then when I got you back here, you were half awake and telling me how you had s*x with Nate," He starts to say but I interrupt him.

"Oh my god I remember some of that now. I went upstairs with him and then we kept drinking and drinking and that's when my memory fades out," I hide behind my hands.

"Did I do anything else?" I ask, splitting my fingers apart so I can see him through the crack of my hands.

He doesn't say anything, he just looks at me.

"I did didn't I?" I ask and he nods.

"Please tell me," I sigh.

"Well, you told me that because you thought I was your sister, so you started saying other things as well," He trails off.

"Oh balls, what did I say?" I ask, scared to know the answer.

"I tried to tell you it was me, but when I told you it was me, you still thought I was Renée, so you started talking to her about me. You said that you wished I wasn't your teacher because you just want to talk to me like really talk to me in public, and that when I told you nobody was there for me when my girlfriend cheated on me, you felt happy when I told you what you said meant a lot to me. You said that you just wanted to take all the pain away so I can be happy again," He finishes and I look away because I'm embarrassed.

"Hey, there's no need to feel embarrassed, "He cups my chin and his brown eyes bore into my blue ones.

"What I told you last night was true though." I whisper and he smiles.

"Thank you. You're so sweet," He smiles at me.

"I hate that you're my teacher because we can never been seen in public together, and we have to be careful at all times. I just want to cuddle with you, and stay up all night talking without a care in the world," I admit.

"I want that too. I want to know everything about you, your interests, hobbies, favourite music, everything, I just want to know the real you," He tells me.

"Do you think we could do that?" I ask him.

"What's the harm in trying?" He says and I shake my head.

"No. We can't just try, we have to be all in it, because if things go wrong, its your life ruined, and I'll most likely get kicked out of school and it will go down on my records so that's kind of mine ruined too. It's yours I'm mostly worried about though," I tell him and he nods.

"Well I'm all in it, are you?" He tells me and I think.

You don't even have to think, you want this. My subconscious tells me.

"I'm in, but on one condition," I say and he smiles.

"Anything."

"We take this slow, which means you can't do that thing you do." I say, and he looks at me with confusion in his face.

"What thing?" He asks.

"That thing," I mumble and look down.

"I don't know what you're talking about El," He says and I look up to see if he's joking, but he's being serious.

"The thing where you make me nervous, because when you do that I freeze and it makes it so easy for you to do whatever," I say shyly.

"Now I know what you're on about," He smirks. "But I would never do anything to if you didn't like it,"

"That's the thing, I do like it," I mutter.

"Then why do you want me to stop?" He asks, trying to understand.

"Because if you do that, we wont take it slow, and it will contradict everything I've been saying this past week." I admit and he chuckles.

"How about, we take it at our pace, we can go slow, fast, whatever you're feeling, lets just let things happen," He suggests.

That actually sounds like a good idea because I don't know if I would be able to contain myself around him.

"Deal," I smile.

Just then I remember something.

"s**t!" I scream and jump out of his bed frantically searching for my phone.

"What's wrong love?" He panics.

"It's a Tuesday! I'm so f*****g late for school! And mum will expect a text from me knowing I'm alright or she'll probably start a search party for me! And I haven't even told Blake I'm okay, he'll probably be searching with my parents and then they'll know I didn't stay Blake's last night and then I'll have to find some huge excuse and-" I rant until he cuts me off.

"I've sorted it," Is all he says.

"What do you mean you've sorted it?" I demand.

"I called the school pretending to be your dad and told them you were sick, then after guessing your password, I texted your mum pretending to be you and I told her you were okay and at school, then I texted Blake and told him you were fine and you would talk later," He says and I swear I could kiss him there and then.

Usually I would be mega pissed that someone had broken into my phone, but he basically just saved my life so I kind of owe him big time.

"Oh my god, you deserve an award for being so smart," I kind of thank him.

"Why thank you," He grins.

"No really, you've basically just saved my life, my parents would probably ground me for the rest of my life and disconnect me from the wifi, and that's some scary s**t," I grin. "How did you know like who to text and stuff? And how did you guess my password?" I inquire.

"Well I knew to phone the school because they would have rung home to see where you were, then I knew to text your mum because most mums would be freaking out if their daughter didn't come home after attending a party, and I texted Blake because he texted you asking where you were and if you were alright. As for your password I tried all the obvious codes like 1234, your birthday year, and none of them worked, then I remembered you named your bike after Tate out of American Horror Story, so I googled his real name, and when it came up with Erin Waters or whatever his name is, I looked for when he was born and typed in 1987 and bingo, it worked." He smiles.

"Firstly, its Evan Peters, not Erin Waters," I stop to laugh. "Secondly, I cannot believe how bloody intelligent you are. I would have never have thought to google anything, and I cant believe you remembered Tate," I smile.

"Well, I was desperate to keep you out of trouble, I feel like this is going to turn into a habit," He says.

"If you keep spending time with me, it most definitely will," I smirk.

"Well, that's something I'm willing to risk," He winks.

"I must admit, when you rung me up last night calling me daddy it gave me a hard on," He smirks and my eyes widen.

"Oh god, lets not bring up my drunk times again, daddy." I grin.

"If you call me that again, I wont be responsible for my actions," He smirks.

"Sorry daddy," I grin again.

Suddenly, he picks me up and throws me on the bed whilst hovering over me.

My breathing increases and he smirks.

"Didn't expect that did you?" He asks and I shake my head slowly whilst carefully watching him.

"You look so hot in my shirt babygirl." His eyes scan my body.

"Did you undress me?" I whisper.

"I had to, I couldn't let you sleep in that uncomfortable dress. Although I didn't take your bra off because I didn't want you to feel like I had invaded your personal space or something," He tells me.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"Anything for you," He smiles.

His lips attach themselves to my neck and he leaves a trail of kisses all around my neck.

My breathing increases and I try to slow it down but it only notices more.

"Am I making you nervous?" He smirks and I nod my head slowly.

I slowly and gently squeeze my legs tighter, hoping he doesn't realise, but it fails.

"You're squeezing your legs together, am I turning you on?" He smirks.

That f*****g tease, he knows is.

He spreads my legs apart and dips his hands in my underwear and massages my c**t.

"You're already so wet," He says breathy.

His fingers enter me and I moan whilst bucking my hips.

"Tell me how it feels baby," He says, his voice raspy.

"S-so g-good," I stutter.

He slides another finger into me and I moan even louder.

"I'm gonna-"

"I know baby, if you say my name I'll make you c*m," He growls.

"Mattie," I moan before riding out my high.

I lay there, my chest rising rapidly.

He takes his fingers and sucks on them.

"So sweet," He smirks and I almost come undone again at his words alone.