My English Teacher

While I sat in the passenger seat of his cars I quietly cried. "Andrea I'm sorry...." He said. I nodded. "Why?" I asked.

"Because I care about you Andrea. Your a strong girl but one day it will go to far. I don't want to see you coming into class covered in bruises. You are only 17 you need to be a teenager, live a little, put yourself out there. You didn't deserve that." He said. He pulled over to the side of the road. "Andrea do you trust me?" He asked. I nodded then I felt him undo my buckle. He put his hands around my waist. I looked at him in confusion. He pulled me onto his lap. He kept one hand around my waist and the other on the wheel. I nuzzled my head into his neck. He chuckled causing his chest and neck to vibrate. 

"What your warm!" I defended. He chuckled again. While we were driving a woman in the car next to us rolled down her window, and motioned for him to. 

"Quit having car sex! Everyone can see!" She exclaimed. I flicked my head in her direction then back at Mr. Tomlinson. He was seething.

"My fucking car. I can do what ever the fuck I want. Stop looking in you perv." He spat.

"She doesn't look 18, young lady is he making you do things you don't want to?" The lady asked. I flipped her off. 

"For your information I am completely legal. And I if we want to fuck the shit out of each other in this car we will. So piss off." I spat. Mr. Tomlinson laughed. The light turned green and he sped off. We were laughing a lot by this point. 

"That was funny." He said turning a corner.

"Yeah if she only knew." I said. Suddenly the car stopped. "We're here." He said. He opened the door and got out with me in his arms. He carried me up the steps to the front door of  the house. He shifted me to one arm and unlocked the door. He stepped in.