Kill Me Or Get Me PREGNANT

Emma's pov;

Emma wander through the woods as I climbed my favorite tree. Sitting at the very top I looked out into the world. Birds flying as I heard chatted Below. I was at a family picnic but I never really enjoyed them

"Emma get down here now!!" I heard my mom yell as I looked down. I glared at her before climbing my way down.

"You shouldn't be climbing trees, you're seventeen now." She said

"Yes, mum, but am safe. I'm only having fun." I said as I groaned.

"Stop complaining and go help your dad set up. We are having a special guest tonight." She said as I grumbled in disappointment. I help my father set up the picnic as I saw a black sleek car roll in. I just watched as the car parked.

Horribly, a man took his time getting out of the car. My God what a site. His hair was longish, a very expensive looking suit, and the perfect green eyes.

I felt my face go red once we made eye contact. He only smirked walking over. My mom greeted him along with my father.

"Hello, you must be Williams Bella." Mum asked as he never broke eye contact with me.

"Yes but please, call me Will." He said his eyes never leaving mine.

"You must be Emma right?" He ask and I nodded.

"What a lovely name." He said.

"I will be tutoring you from now on." He said as I gasped. I look at my parents as they nodded their heads. Are they joking? Didn't even tell me to get help, just force me on it.

"Oh" That was all I said as he was just staring at me. God, he looked perfect, a bit too old. He licked his lips as I imagined what they'd feel like if he kissed me. I need to stop like now.

Sooner than later, We got home with his image well tattooed in my brain. I honestly can't wait until I see him. Though, I'm not ready to actually learn how to study. But It's my last year.

I got up with a knock on my bedroom door. I got up as I open it, mum.

"Honey little Princess. He's here, can you please get ready?" She said as I nodded. I closed my door as I debated on going down with what I had on or trying to look decent. I shrugged and I decided that my dingy white t-shirt and old sheer shorts were good enough.

Sooner than I expected, He was led up to my room as he looked at me. Up then down, sorry I don't have designer suits, dude. We sat down as he helped me get out all my stuff. I man spread my legs and he just looked at me like I was uncultured swine. Get a clue bro.

"Alright, so I am here to help you get your grades up and I hear you have a text coming up in a week." He said as I nodded just to shut him up against my thigh. He is hot but dude needs to chill.

Sure, he was talking but I wasn't paying attention. I just watched his lips move. So full. I will admit, he is really hot for a man in his thirties.

"Are you alright Emma?" He ask as I nodded my head.

He went back to explaining but I wasn't listening. He was just so annoying and I couldn't articulate.

"I'm going to use the restroom. I will be right back." He said getting up.

I was left alone with my thoughts. I could just imagine his lips exploring my body. I need to chill and relax.

He does have but d**k energy though. I will admit to that. I mean come on, he got large hands and feet and a beautiful face. He's bound to have a big dick.

"Sorry for that." He said and sat back down, his hands still kind of damp and I huffed.

"Emma, do you even care?" He ask as he finally realized.

"No" I retorted abruptly but I was been honest.

"Fine then, what do you like to do?" He asked and glanced at me

'Literally nothing but party.' I thought in my head.

"Party," I said and he sighed. This guy is already done with me.

"Fine then, Leo has a log base 10 amount of drinks plus a log base 6 amount of drinks" fucking cleaver on his part. I wrote the answer and he smiled.

"It's quite depressing that I had to bring in your free time mishaps but you got the answer regardless. Now do that for 3 more." He said.

I hate to admit that, that actually helped me a lot. Alright Green, you got me on this one.

Emma's pov continue:

"Thanks for your time today Emma. I hope you pay more attention tomorrow?" He said as I nodded my head.

He was leaving as I walked him to the door.

"Bye." I clamored but I was stopped.

"Emma be nice." Mr. Green only chuckled.

"She's fine. Teenagers. Oh um before I leave, I have a job for you if you're up for it." He said.

I narrowed my eyes in curiosity.

"Is it paid?" He nodded making me say yes instantly.

"Good, I need a babysitter on Saturdays and Sundays." He said

Are you f*****g shitting me? How can I take care of a baby if I can't even take care of myself?

"He's four years old, his name is Dylan." He said Oh, at least he's not two or eight. Can't be too hard.

"Okay yeah. I'll be there." I said and he gave me his address and his number since I'll need to call him or whatever.

I ran back up to my room to shower to get ready for tonight's clubbing. I had other plans to do other than homework. I got pulled out of school because I was never there and now I'm being homeschooled for my senior year of high school. I'm so stoked. All my friends get to be together and I only get to them on the weekends when we are all drunk. I guess they really aren't my friends but people I party with.

My parents looked at me.

"Emma you have to be serious with your study. We don't need any setback on your study as the reason why we come up with the decision to get you a home tutor." Mum said.

"What?" I sparked, seriously they are so far up my ass, it's annoying.

"He's only trying to help." Mum said but he only does it because he's getting paid.

My parents are paying him a lot, I'm sure of it. He's got better things to do than help me get my grades up. I can do it myself. I'm grown.

I heard back to my room with a smirk on my face.

"Emma, don't forget your homework." I closed my door ignoring her and headed to my bathroom. While I got the shower ready, I got what I was going to wear. A red and black flannel printed skirt that had a zipper down the middle, along with a pair of heeled booties, and a white cropped top.

The water was hot against my skin as I scrubbed and shaved. Getting out and getting dressed quickly, I snuck out of the house. Kind of hard in heels and a skirt but I did. I park my car on the side of the street and not the driveway so my parents don't know when I've left or come back.

Speeding off down the road, I made it to the party. We call it our back-to-school bash, really just an excuse to throw a party. Now I can relax. Shoving people out of my way, I grabbed the bottle of tequila, A very stereotypical alcoholic beverage you find at a teenage party.

"Hey, that was mine." A girl I know as Ivy said but I kindly flipped her off and told her to f**k off. I have gotten into fights with her and won and she still trying to pick fights with me. Do l have to beat your ass again???

I'm kind of a b***h in these parts of town. My parents hate to say it but, they are embarrassed by me. I'm not an i***t. I'd be too if I was my own kid but I wasn't, as you can see.

I opened the bottle of Tequila and guzzled it down and let myself go. My time to get away from life. I mostly drink my days away. I drink to forget but I always remember. It's very backward but I still drink because then, I forget how to feel.

As the night went on, I forgot what it was like to see or walk properly so l took off my heels and knew that I was in no way in condition to drive. I'll just come back here or crash. I left alone thank God and I started down the road. I mean to me drinking was better than... relapse to pills and self-harm. It's the same thing but I just never saw myself downhill with alcohol.

My feet hurt a lot and I couldn't f*****g see straight and that was really annoying me. I groaned in annoyance not really sure where I was or where I was headed. I just need to get home and needed fresh air. Maybe if I called a sober friend, they could give me a ride home.

I pulled my phone out and squinted at the screen. Yup, I am f***d up, I am gone. Plopping down on the curb, I let my head fall to my knees. I felt like l was gonna throw up. Going out was a mistake. I should've stayed home and did my stupid math homework.

'You know why is math the only homework? Better question, why does math give homework? Not like I'll get what's going on when I get home. Teacher logic, I don't understand that either.' I thought as a series of contemplation ran through my head.

"Need a lift?" My head shot up to make sure I was just hearing things but to my dismay, I wasn't. There he was, Professor Green. I didn't say anything to him, just stared blankly at him.

Why is he out at 2a.m? I have one of two reasons. He was out cheating if he has a wife, or he's a drug dealer. Those were my opinions while I was walking and my foot hurt so badly and he was driving very slow

"Did you hear me?" I just stared.

I know he will drive me home so I stayed put and didn't say anything. The assfulat became more interesting to look at as the ants crawled up and down the cracks.

I heard the doors unlock and a door open. I sighed and debated on getting in with him. Technically, he is still a stranger and stranger danger isn't good.

To spite him, I got up and walked further down the road, and sat down again. His truck drove slowly to get to me again and I moved once more.

"Emma you're drunk and alone. It's either me or your mum." He had a good point but this is how I was gonna spend my drunk free time.

I still wasn't speaking to him, mostly because my speech was beyond slurred, I didn't feel like talking because of it, and three, I'm testing his limits.

"Please, Emma. I'd hate to see someone else pick you up." He said and I got up and slowly got in.

I'm only doing this to shut him up. His attire was completely different from what I saw him today. Or yesterday or whatever. Instead of a black suit, he wore black skinny jeans, and black boots with a white button down, with at least three or four buttons, undone. I could see his tanned skin that was stained with tattoos.

He cleared his throat making me look at his green eyes. Dreamy eyes honestly. I need to calm down, I am drunk and my inhibitions are gone. But I didn't think a man in his thirties could look so... SO... So hot.

Am I weird to think that? I can't be the only one who thinks he's hot.

"I'm not taking.you home." He said.

That surprised me more than anything. I looked at him with wide eyes and lifted my eyebrows. I'm shocked core, really I am.

"Why?" I finally spoke but my voice was a horse and raw. He only looked over at me and smirked.

'l'm gonna get raped. I just know it.' I thought to myself.

"Relax I'm not gonna kill you, Emma, you need water and to rest." He said and he's eyes never leave mine despite driving on a lonely road by 2 a.m.

"Oh thank the heavens. I'll live.' I said to myself.

The rest of the ride was silent as he pulled into a two-story house. He got out and went to my side and pulled the door open. I stepped out slowly but with his help and hung on to him for my balance was out of the question. He dug in his pocket for his house key and unlocked the door. I took a step and slipped making him catch me. His arm hooked under my legs and lifted me up.

"I gotcha." I could feel his biceps. He's strong making him even hotter. My head on his shoulder breathing heavily on him. He huffed as I saw goosebumps rise

'Is he seriously turned on by me breathing on his neck?.' A giggle left my lips.

"Professor Green are you cold?" I asked and he grunted before opening a door.

"No." His voice was strained a little.

"Then why do you have goosebumps?" I wanted to hear him say it.

God, I hate who l am while drunk because l am different every time. Because, I could be happy, sad, angry, laughing, or horny. I was all tonight.

"Because you are breathing on my neck." He sighed as he closed the door and looked into my eyes.

God his eyes up close were a true turn-on alone. Like I said, big d**k energy. My head back to his shoulder and I purposely breathed on his neck making a low growl leave hiş łips.

"Emma I need to get to bed." Mhmm sure. He placed me on the bed before he rummaged through a closet and pulled out a shirt.

"Here." He hánded me a pair of boxers and a black t-shirt. I took it and thanked him quietly. He looked at me once more.

"Do you need help?" His voice was shaky like he shouldn't be asking me

"No." I said while trying to undo this stupid zipper. I am stubborn and I hate to admit when I need help or when I am wrong.

"Here." He stepped closer and I felt his hands on my zipper. The zipper is in the front. He pulled it down letting it open and fall. His breath was heavy now. His eyes were still on mine.

Is it bad I want to f**k him, f**k him hard? But I'm still a virgin but is it bad?

"My shirt." I said and tried to put it on. His hands to the hem of my shirt, I lifted my arms up and let him take off my shirt. l'd be lying if I said I wasn't horny. I turned around for him.

"Fuck." He said oh só quietly. I felt his hands slither up my back to my bra clip and unhook it with one hand. It slipped off and I let it fall to the ground. I turned around to face him but his eyes stayed on mine. I didn't care really.

My eyes on his exposed chest and stomach make my skin tingle. My eyes dropped lower to see he had a tent in his jeans. I took in my lower lip at the sight.

"Good night... Emma." He had the shirt in his hands and I took it. Slipping it on, he raked his eyes along my now-covered bódy.

"Good night Professor Green." He turned away quickly and left the room. I got in the bed and turned off the lamp and s**t my eyes falling asleep fairly quickly.

My head was pounding as I sat up. Oh God how much did I drink last night? I looked down to see I wasn't in my bed or clothes. What the hell? Where the hell am I then???? Standing up, I opened the door and headed down a hall.

"Hello?" I called out but got no answer.

"Hello!?" I yelled this time hoping who brought me here would answer.

Gods are they deaf or something. I kept walking down this long was hallway before I heard voices.

"Daddy I'm hung." A little boy's voice rang out making me squint my eyes.

"I know buddy hang on." I froze. Is that Green's voice? I walkęd into a kitchen to see the truth. It was Professor Green with a boy. His eyes met mine.

"You're up, I was just about to wake you up." He said.

But I'm still confused, how did I get here in the first place? I have absolutely no memory of last night. I'm so lost. He handed me some water with two Advil.