ROSÉ

The club was still bustling with activity, however according to Layla, it would be closing soon since it was nearing 2:00 in the morning.

My other friends had already left, and from the looks of it, it was a good thing they did because they were burning out quick.

It struck me with surprise that I was even here for that long, but I wasn't entirely upset that I was either. How was I supposed to go back to school next week knowing what Mr. Styles does on the weekends?

Is this like, a side hobby of his? Was this who he really was? My drunken mind couldn't take the images flashing through my thoughts again.

How was I supposed to go back and get back to normal knowing my teacher gave me a lap dance, and I liked it?

"Rosé!" A familiar voice called my name from behind me, and I turned to see a familiar face walking from the stripper stage.

His hair was swooped, his clothes were ruffled as they seemed to be thrown on quickly consisting of a black t shirt and jeans. I didn't see him perform tonight, but I assumed he was one of the 'entertainers' .

"Zayn?" I squinted in disbelief. I hadn't seen in him so long, not since he graduated from our high school.

When I was a sophomore in high school, Zayn was a junior, and we dated for a little while.
That was, until things broke off when he decided to dabble in drugs and gambling and take a little time off for himself.

Our relationship was never the best, and he also broke things off without any explanation, leaving me heartbroken and confused.

Little did I know, that meant he was picking up women and working a job at the Women's Private Club, also known as, 'The Cherry' to the younger people ; almost like a code name so that they could talk in public about going to the club.

"It's been so long!" He exclaimed, walking over with open arms, embracing me in a hug. I chuckled awkwardly, tapping him on the back before pulling away.

"Yeah, I know." I smiled thinly, glancing over behind me at Layla, whose eyes were wide at the scene before her. She knew about Zayn.

"What are you doing here? Come to watch me perform, huh?" He smirked, playfully nudging me in my arm as I chuckled dismissively.

"No, actually, I was just leaving-.."

"She was just here getting lap dances from the main stripper of the night like a fucking boss." Layla slurred ; interrupting my sentence.

I suddenly found her standing next to me with a lazy arm slung around my shoulder while the other hand held her glass.

"Layla?" I held her steady as she felt a bit wobbly, leaning on me as her sole source of balance.
"Just go sit down real quick." I nudged her towards the barstools where she took a seat, her friend-bartender chuckling at the sight.

"And she got a damn good dance, too." She managed to slur one last sentence before burying her head in her arms at the bar.

Shut up. I mentally scolded her.

Zayn raised his eyebrow with a smirk, "Oh, is that right?" He stared at me smugly, running his tongue over his teeth.

"W-Well, I didn't know it was gonna happen-.." I didn't know why I was so nervous to admit to him what happened. He worked here, so he must've already known.

Zayn ducked his head, a knowing smile on his face before he slowly leaned in towards my ear to whisper lowly, "You're 18. You're not supposed to be here..are you?"

He pulled away, a dark look in his eyes. My eyes widened ; of course he knew, we went to high school together and dated. Fuck.

"It would really suck if the principal and dear old mum found out about this, wouldn't it? That spotless, shiny reputation and image of yours would be ruined."

"Zayn," I began to try to explain myself, but i knew that judging by the look on his face, he wanted something. "Zayn, come on."

I was now getting more irritated by his presence, his face becoming more and more punchable.
Then, maybe I could blame my violence on my intoxication.

His serious face then softened, "Relax, I'm not gonna say anything. At least, I won't have to." Zayn smirked, his famous gambling face returned. I knew it all too well.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
I spat, his face only inches away from mine as I refused to let him intimidate me into submission.

Zayn lips curled deviously, the club lights from above illuminating his darkened eyes.
He opened his mouth to say something with confidence, but his words were not his own.

"Malik!" Another voice interrupted Zayn, making his turn around angrily to face the source.

I turn to look over Zayn's shoulder, and my breath hitches.

It was none other than my chemistry-biology teacher, striding with powerful steps.

He was wearing a white button up shirt, but with buttons undone to allow me to see the same tattoos I saw earlier.
His hair was swooped and ruffled ; he looked tired and stressed out, but for what, I wouldn't know.

He didn't stop walking with his shiny boots until he was inches away from Zayn's face, casting a glance in my direction before returning his angry gaze.

"We had a deal." Mr. Styles mutters, his voice so low I can barely hear. "Stay the hell away from her."

Zayn chuckled, somehow amused by what I assumed to be my teacher's threats. "Yeah, alright". He backed off, hands up in humorous defense.

He turned around, throwing me a wink before he brushed past me towards the exit, leaving me alone with my teacher.

I turned back to look at Mr. Styles, his breathing heavy as his fists were clenched at his sides.
He was obviously flustered about something.

His mesmerizing green eyes locked with mine, sending chills at the intense contact. This was most definitely my teacher.

"Mr. Styles," I opened my mouth to say something, against my will. "Thank you."

Thank you. That meant various things.

That could mean 'thank you' for defending me, but also, thank you for that performance.

Mr. Styles then looked at the club exit where Zayn had left, then back to me with a hard glare.
He took a good step to close the distance between us, the club lights illuminating his beautiful features.

His lips looked so soft, his hair swooped lazily, not anything like how he would usually look at school.
My breath hitched at the close proximity, expecting a reaction similar to that that when he gave me a lap dance.

"Listen," His voice was strained and stern, "I don't want to hear anything about tonight being talked anywhere outside these walls, do you understand?"

His jaw was clenched, his eyebrows were etched with aggression. He was frustrated and angry, not something I was used to seeing from my teacher.

Like a flip of a switch, he broke character.

I was taken aback, but this his words snapped me back to reality ; of course.
This was just a liability to his reputation, and he needed me to keep my mouth shut.

I don't know why I let it get to me the way that it did, but to see this side of my teacher was overwhelming.

"Do you understand me?" He repeated, his urgent sternness in his words seethed from his clenched jaw.

I nodded slowly, looking down with a newfound sense of shame.

Why did I think I could actually talk to him after his lap dance like a normal person? Was I actually that stupid?

I received a lap dance from my teacher, and actually enjoyed it. It was my fault that I let this happen. It was my fault that I let myself fall for his charm.

This was just work to him. I was just a customer, but because I was his student, now he had to be extra distant from me.

"Yes sir." I strained, looking anywhere but his eyes.

He seemed satisfied with my answer, and hurriedly brushed past me to walk in the same direction as Zayn exited ; his cologne lingering.

School on Monday was going to be a living hell.

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Author's Note :

oop, poor girl :/

i'm gonna start making the chapters shorter, cause this is meant to be a short story.

like i mentioned before, this story will feature heavy mature content as it is considered erotic, more than my other books.

please, let me know what you think of this story so far!

there is SO much more to come!!

stay tuned ;)

xo..kay

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