Claire's POV

"Well what time do you think you'll be back?" My mom pesters me as I fix my outfit in front of the living room mirror.

"Late?" I scoff when she steps in front of me. I haven't gotten along with either of my parents since they divorced this time last year and I don't think I will ever again.

"Be safe." She reminds me and I nod, grabbing my wallet off the table and heading out towards Craig's car. To my surprise, Luke and Cassidy are in the back seat together which gives me a major wave of relief. I know it's not the best idea to be going out on a Thursday night, but I don't really care... senior year, we've gotta live a little right?

"You look hot." Craig smiles as I buckle my seatbelt.

"Yeah yeah you do too," I wink with a laugh, "so where are we even going tonight?" I ask, turning up the music a bit.

"That new bar or club on the east side of town? I can't remember the name, it's something with an R." He laughs, and I nod.

"That's good enough for me." I smirk, then saying hello to Cassidy and Luke. Even though we're all ex's, we still like to have a good time together.




Mr. Style's POV

"Then there's that girl from this morning... what's her name, Claire?" I ask, and the four other boys all nod in agreement with me. "What a trouble maker!"

"She's totally harmless, mate. I actually think she's a great kid." Niall laughs, taking a sip of his Irish branded beer.

"She's absolutely beautiful." Zayn gushes, and I roll my eyes. She's alright I guess, but she's a student.

"She's also your student, mate." Liam adds, and I nod agreeing with him, finishing my third beer. After such a long first day, the five of us decided to grab a drink at the new club in town, Rovers.

"Wouldn't be the first time I broke that rule." Zayn chuckles, nudging my arm. "Am I right, Harry?" He continues shaking me until I release the smallest laugh.

"Loosen up, mate!" Louis chirps from the other side of the table. "We need some shots of tequila and some girls, right now!" He shouts, and a waitress comes by with a few rows of shot glasses and limes.

"Just a few..." I smile, clinking glasses with the rest of my mates. This is our second year of teaching and I think this is becoming a ritual, going out, getting drunk and meeting women on our first day.



Claire's POV

"I love vodka!" I scream at the top of my lungs for everyone in the club to hear, earning a round of applause. Cassidy and I down maybe our seventh shot and wave at Craig and Luke who are grinding hard on some girls in the middle of the dance floor.

"Mr. Payne is such a dreamboat." Cassidy giggles from our table, making me roll my eyes.

"Ew, can we please not talk about school right now? Please?" I chuckle, and she shrugs her shoulder.

"But seriously, I mean look at him!" She points towards the table behind us where all five of the new teachers are sitting, dressed in casual clothes and taking shots. Right when Mr. Horan is about to turn around I immediately pull Cassidy's arm and drag her under the table with me.

"What are they doing here!!!" I gasp, reaching my hand up towards the table to find my shot.

"Well they're allowed to be here... we're not." She giggles, making me laugh too. If we weren't think drunk maybe it would be smart for us to get the hell out of here but I think we're way past that point.

"Well Cass, I'm not gonna let them being here ruin our night out so come with me!" I smirk, crawling my way past their table like a four year old and then standing up and sprinting to the other side of the room.

"Much better!" Cassidy squeals, standing up and stretching out. The music changes and Cassidy's favorite song, All Night by Icona Pop comes on and I swear it looked like she was going to have a baby.

"Calm down..." I whisper, and she screams, throwing her hands up and bopping around to the music.

"I fucking love this song!" She shouts, dancing around like a mindless idiot so I join her. We're actually very talented dancers at clubs (from experience of course) so we're quick to grab everyone else's attention.



While dancing, someone pulls us down and my heart stops for a minute thinking it's a teacher, but in reality it's just a random guy... a very good looking random guy.

"Can I buy you ladies a drink?" He offers, and we both hop down off the little stage we ended up on and follow him to the bar.

"Thank you!" Cassidy shouts over the music after he hands us both a vodka cranberry.

"So what are your names? You're very beautiful" he asks taking an extreme step closer toward me, but before I can respond, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder.

"Sorry I was late love, what did I miss?" Oh my fucking god. Zayn's voice rings through my ears and the guy in front of my face immediately backs away.

"Sorry bro, didn't know she was yours." He sighs before walking away. I slowly turn around to see Zayn standing their with an itty bitty smirk on his face.

"We can explain--" I try to make up a stupid lie but he puts his hand up to protest. Instead, he takes my hand and leads Cassidy and I both to his table in the club where non other than the four other teachers are sitting, clearly a little drunk.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Mr. Styles asks, fixing the collar on his shirt and pushing his hair back... Is he really trying to act professional right now? I look at Cassidy who looks too drunk to comprehend anything that is going on and I shake my head.

"We're here because uhh.."

"How did you two even get in?" Mr. Horan asks, and I open my wallet, sliding my fake ID across the table to him. A small smile forms at the corner of his lips but it's quickly diminished when Mr. Styles picks it up.

"This is totally unacceptable." He growls, and I roll my eyes.

"Please don't get us in trouble, the school already hates us!" I find myself begging with tears in my eyes. I don't know why, but Mr. Styles totally intimidates me which has never really happened with a teacher before. I feel Zayn's hand rest on the small of my back to steady me from rocking back and forth.

"We don't really have a choice, ladies." Mr. Payne sighs, and I tense up.

"Please! Come on, you weren't even supposed to see us!" I giggle, making the rest of them laugh. Before anyone can respond, I hear Craig's voice in the background. Shit.

"Is that Luke Gardner and Craig Anderson?" Mr. Tomlinson asks, and I nod my head.

"Yes, the four of us came together... So what do you say we just pretend this whole thing never happened and you let us all come home?" I slur, and they shake their heads.

"You cannot drive drunk... One of us will have to drive you home." Mr. Styles sighs with frustration. "We will discuss punishments tomorrow when you're not drunk out of your bloody minds..."

"But we won't get you guys in trouble." Zayn smiles looking down at me.

"We all live on different sides of town..." Cassidy murmurs, I presume she's finally alive enough to pay attention to the conversation.

"Fine, we will split it up." Mr. Styles announces. "I'll take Claire, Liam can take Cassidy, Louis can take Craig and Niall can take Luke." He explains and it takes me a minute to connect who's first name goes with which teacher.

"I'll take Claire." Zayn's voice is soothing as he keeps his hand on the small of my back. All of the teachers give him a weary look at Mr. Styles shakes his head before sighing.

"Fine, let's just get the hell out of here." He grumbles, sliding out of his chair and storming to the dance floor. I watch as he speaks to Craig and Luke, pointing at the teachers they are being forced to go home with. I give them a thumbs up to let them know I'm ok before following Zayn to his car.


"Easy does it, love." He whispers, snaking his arm around my waist and helping me into his car. I fasten my seatbelt as he hops into the passenger seat and pulls out of the bar.

"You're so cuteeee" I slur, poking his face gently. My mind is not functioning properly and I think that last drink is finally hitting me.

"You're not so bad yourself." He adds, making me giggle uncontrollably. "Where the hell are we even going?" He chuckles, and I tell him my address.

"I'm excited to do some art together this year." I smile twirling my blonde hair and batting my eyes at him. "Are you excited to work with me?" I ask, sounding like a desperate teenage girl but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"I'm thrilled to be your partner, beautiful." He smirks and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest. He called me beautiful. My sexy mother fucking art teacher called me beautiful.

"I like your eyes." I tease, seeing how far he'll go with this.

"I like your body." He smiles, and I slap his arm playfully, making us both break out into laughter.

When he finally pulls into my driveway, I'm nearly half asleep. I feel his muscular arms pull me out of the front seat and stand me up straight, not before getting a quick feel at my breasts though.

"You're sneaky." I giggle flirtatiously.

"You're a funny one, aren't you?" He smiles, helping me get to the front door. When I get there, I look up at him with my shimmering light green eyes and smile at him brightly.

"Well, thanks for driving me home Zayn," I smile, "Please make sure Mr. Stick up his ass doesn't get us in too much trouble, yeah?" I suggest and he shakes his head adorably.

"Mr. Who?" He laughs.

"Mr. Styles!" I giggle, opening up my front door slowly but he quickly closes it and puts a hand on my cheek.

"You're gonna be so bad for me..." He whispers, leaning down and lightly putting his lips to mine. His tongue pokes in and out but only for a moment and shortly after he pulls away and heads to his a car without another word. When he opens his car door I'm still staring at him completely dumbfounded at what just happened.

"See ya in art?" I smile, heading inside and closing the front door gently.

Holy fuck, holy shit, holy moley I just kissed my art teacher and it's still only the first day of school. I can't even think straight, I can't even breathe without getting giddy and I can't wait to tell Cassidy.

The little red flag in the back of my mind is waving like crazy but I decide to push it away for right now. I know this is wrong but god damn he's so hot and I'm almost 18. Maybe it will be a one time thing, maybe not. I don't know, I'm drunk. Drunk in lo0oo0oove. Or just drunk. Either way, I'm still worried about Mr. Styles and his 'punishment' or if he's gonna tell the school.

But fuck it, I kissed Zayn... well Zayn kissed me, and I fucking liked it!

Notes

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