"Oh Kate!"

I brought my face back up hers, kissing her vigorously as she came undone under me. It wasn't anything new, this thing that I was doing, but hearing that never got old. I kissed under her jaw, pressing my fatigue body against hers as I smiled into my next kiss.

She whispered, "God... that was amazing."

I stood, letting her eyes linger on my naked body as I pulled on my underwear and bra, and throwing my shirt over my head. "You weren't so bad yourself."

Truth was, she was actually one of the most interesting girls I've ever slept with, and she made me feel amazing before I gave her what she wanted.

I looked at her as her naked body laid under the sky blue sheets of her bed, and I tugged on my jeans, smirking as she eyed me. I'm not gonna lie, I was buzzing, and I was a little high from the party I had gone to, but when she called me to come over I was feeling it.

We did this often.

It was kind of like "no strings attached" but I was getting a feeling she was feeling otherwise, so I figured this might be the last time for awhile.

At least for now.

She spoke, "Thanks for keeping me company, it was fun. Maybe we can do it again soon?"

I smirked, knowing what was going to come of this if I continued it, which was something I didn't want. I nodded nonchalantly, "We'll see."

I walked to her nightstand, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my keys and phone, letting my hand fall onto the cold door handle of her room. I left without anymore words exchanged between us, wondering why girls did what they did with me. They knew who I was, they knew what I did, and they knew how I handled and treated them, yet, they continued to call and ask me to go out with them and... you know.

I liked doing it, I liked having fun, I liked the attention, and I figured it was because the lack of attention I ever got form my parents as I grew up, but...

It is what it is.

I was a spoiled brat, but I was different, I didn't milk it, I didn't flaunt the money my parent's had, I didn't throw extravagant parties and buy the most expensive things.

But I did drive an Audi, and I had to admit, I loved it.

I didn't want to sound conceited either but I was confident in myself, I was hot and I had plenty of people who were my friends.

And by friends I mean, people who act like they like me because I was rich.

I did have a select few that were really close, and that I trusted with everything in me, but like I said, only a select few. I didn't trust many people, but then again I didn't hold anything back either, if I wanted something I would go out and do everything in my power to get it.

It was just the kind of person I am.

I drove up to my house and parked my car, locking it as I walked up to the house and unlocked it, letting myself into the familiar empty house. I had school tomorrow but school was school, I never really took it seriously, but the school knew who my parent's were and well...

I also got away with a lot.

I knew it was wrong but I was a kid, I just wanted to have fun, and once I was 18 they couldn't legally do anything to me.

Which was actually in a couple of weeks.

I threw myself onto my bed, glancing at the glowing clock sitting on my nightstand. It read "1:30" and I groaned, slipping off my pants and curling up in my sheets, ready for sleep. I was thinking of skipping school tomorrow but I had a feeling something good was going to happen, so I set my alarm for the morning.

I would probably be late though, because we always had a homeroom first thing in the morning on Mondays, so I would skip out on that. My homeroom teacher was a joke, Mr. Beckham, he was crazy, I was just waiting for the day he would be fired.

There was actually a story about him, which I wasn't sure if it was a rumor or not, but he actually lived in a house boat with his mom and pet raccoon.

I chose to believe that was a rumor, but hey, people these days were unpredictable, right?

My eye lids began to grow heavy, and soon enough I drifted off into a deep sleep, knowing tomorrow would be a different day.

~ ~ ~ ~

My alarm woke me, and I realized I had completely missed homeroom, and just like I had planned. By the time I got to school we would already be in first hour, and my best friend Emma would be impatiently waiting for me to probe me about what I did last night.

She was the girl that knew everything about everyone and when everything was going on. She was useful, especially with kick-ass parties, and I actually trusted her because she never spread shit about anyone.

She was just the one that everyone told everything to, because of that reason.

I dressed myself half ass, throwing on a zip up over one of my cute T's and jeans. My hair actually still looked good so I settled for it, taking in my appearance. I fixed my makeup, making it look natural like I always did and headed out the door and to school.

I pulled into my usual parking space that was always left open for me, which was another perk of having a nice car and being well liked. I locked it, grabbing my light booksack and throwing it over my shoulder, going to the office to check myself into school.

The front office lady looked up at me, and she knew the drill considering I did this fairly often. She shook her head, "Miss Brooks, can you be to school on time for a week straight?"

I smiled my proven award winning smile and nodded, "That's asking for a lot, but you know I try."

She handed me a pink slip for an excuse and spoke, "1st hour is in session."

I nodded, "Thank you," then I turned and walked upstairs, heading to English where I would meet up with Emma. I was looking forward to it because she always made my morning better with her dramatic rumors and funny stories.

I walked down the hallway, seeing three people walking towards my direction. I knew them, Collin Quinn and Stiles and Tess Oakley, they were always together, no matter what. It was actually kind of weird because they acted like they were in the same family when only Stiles and Tess were related. They spotted me, watching me walk down the hall to my class, and I swore I saw Collin smirking.

What was he smirking at?

It was weird because they were all extremely attractive too, they almost all had the same aura, the same tension and mood. They were all in shape, tan from the sun, and they all had this attraction that made you want to look at them and be drawn to them. I studied Tess, she was actually very attractive and my eyes lingered on her more than the guys of course, but why did she hang out with them so much?

What was their deal?

Everyone always thought there was something weirdly off about them, but no one knew how to explain it. I knew there was something weird about them to, but I chose not to pay it any attention.

So I walked past them, even with them staring at me like they knew something I didn't and I walked up to my 1st hours door.

I knocked on the door, letting myself in and flashing the pink slip, "I'm here."

My English teacher shook her head, holding out her hand, "Why did I have a feeling we were going to be waiting on you Kate?"

I shrugged, taking my seat, "You waited up for me? That's sweet."

She began going over the lesson plan when I turned to Emma, smiling as her familiar big brown eyes eyed me, "What went down last night?"

I smiled, wigging my eyebrows, "She did first, then me."

She shoved me, "Lord Kate, it was a Sunday night!"

I held up my hands, whispering a little to loud for my liking, "Ever heard of Sunday fun day?"

She rubbed her temples, see what I meant about dramatic? I laughed to myself, knowing something good was coming, "You missed an interesting homeroom."

I tilted my head, "What do you mean?"

She smiled funny to herself, "You'll see next hour."

I squinted, not quite understanding what she was getting at but I figured we had obtained a new student. I felt adrenaline course through my veins at the thought, I don't know why so don't ask. I looked at the clock, realizing I had fallen behind schedule as there was only ten more minutes left in first hour.

What could I have missed that was so "interesting" in homeroom for Emma to mention?

I daydreamed a bit about it, wondering and letting all the possibilities flow through my brain, then the bell interrupted me, and I followed Emma out of class. I usually walked with her to second hour because her class was down the hall from mine, and I had Pre-calc with the infamous Mr. Beckham while she had Physics, another class she tried to help me in.

Yes, the crazy homeroom teacher was also very smart in math, hard to believe? It took me awhile to wrap my head around it to.

She turned to me, and I caught a glimpse of her shoes, which were heels that screamed classy girl. Emma wasn't like me, at all, but she knew how to have fun and be cool, and that's why we got along so well.

"So who was it?"

I smiled, "Confidential."

She frowned, crossing her arms across her chest, "Seriously? That's like my middle name."

I laughed, "You're right."

"So who?"

I rolled my eyes, "Emily Reed."

She squinted, "I knew it, I thought you were giving up on her?"

I shrugged, "For awhile, she's really good, but I think she was starting to actually get an attachment."

Emma rolled her eyes at my immaturity, and I had to agree, I was, but I was used to it, and so was she. She shook her head, "Kate, when are you gonna grow up?"

"When I get bored with having fun."

"Being tied down to one person can be fun, if it's with the right person," she checked her watch and sighed, "You're gonna be late, see you after third?"

I nodded, "Like always."

I turned, hearing the tardy bell ring above my head as I paced to my second hour. I didn't care if I was tardy, I never really cared about anything, but something in my gut told me I was going to regret it.

I knocked on the closed door, which surprised me because Mr. Beckham never did that, already knowing I would most likely be late if I was at school. I waited for the door to be opened, and when it did I was nearly knocked over by the person standing in front of me.

"You're tardy, not a good first impression."

Her voice rang through my ears like my favorite song, I just wanted to keep replaying it. It was the first time I had actually been taken back by someone and it shocked the crap out of me. I walked into my class, taking my usual seat after mumbling a pathetic sorry, wondering why this goddess of a woman was in my Pre-calc class.

I had guess suddenly she was a sub, and Mr. Beckham was just out today and she was replacing him. She walked to the front of the class, my eyes taking in her toned legs that were visible in her tight skirt. If I wasn't dehydrated I would've been drooling onto my desk, and that was a good sign.

I wasn't usually like this.

She spoke, "My name is Miss Riley and I'm going to be you're new Pre-calc teacher because your previous teacher, Mr. Beckham... well, he got fired."

I was hanging onto her every word, watching her lips part as I fantasized about them being against my skin and how amazing it would feel. I noticed I was staring, and I pulled my eyes away from her slightly and then back again.

Her dark brown hair was down, falling down her shoulders and making her face look full. I wanted to wrap my hand in it and pull her into me, kiss her soft lips and taste her.

I nearly daydreamed about this woman the entire hour without even realizing it, and I knew this was a bad sign. She was my teacher, she was a woman, she had morals and goals, and now I was lusting after her.

She was something I couldn't have, and I wanted her, I wanted her more than I've ever wanted any one in my entire life.

And she was completely unattainable.

***A/N***

Well this is it, a new Teacher/Student story (which I really enjoy writing) and there's still a twist up a head, but I promised I would post a teaser chapter for you guys, so here it is. Hope you enjoy and tell me what you think is up ahead for Kate Brooks and Miss Riley!