The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

1

Sophia's POV.

I bit my lip hard as I walked down the stairs, my heart beating hard in my chest. I feared my parents could already hear how hard my heart was beating from the kitchen. I couldn't believe I was about to do this. I mean, I shouldn't be doing this but it wasn't like I could tell them the truth about where I was really going to. I could hear my siblings, Sarah and Simon, bickering in the kitchen. This was just a typical Friday evening in our house. Sarah and Simon were back from school early and that was why they had the energy to start bickering right now.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and quickly tied my hair into a bun as I approached the kitchen. I was supposed to be using an hair bonnet right now. It was one of the rules of our kitchen but right now, mom will pardon me as far as my hair was tied.

"Good evening Mom," I greeted. "Good evening dad. You're back early," I said as I smiled at him. I knew exactly when he came back. I had been staring out of my window while planning a way I could leave this house and go to Jenny's place.

"Good evening sweetie," Mom answered as she smiled at me and focused back on her cooking. Dad kissed my cheek. "Princess."

I grinned at him.

"I thought you were asleep?" Mom asked as she turned of the gas and started grabbing some plates. I joined her.

"Yeah, I just woke up," I answered.

Sarah paused her bickering and raised a brow at me. I shot her a look before turning back to my parents. This was the time to ask them if I could go to Jenny's house to study but I suspected they wouldn't agree. Especially now that Jenny's parents weren't around.

I suspected they wouldn't let me go to Jenny's house if there was no parental guidance there or if there was no elderly person watching over us. Unlike me, Jenny was the only child of her family and they pampered her a lot. Plus her parents were almost always away for business trips and other things.

I should just ask them and get this over with. I took in a deep breath and opened my mouth. "Is there any other thing you want me to help you with?"

That was what came out of my mouth instead.

I mentally slapped my forehead with my palm as I shut my eyes tight and exhaled. When I opened my eyes, Sarah was giving me a weird look while mom just shook her head in answer to my earlier question.

"I'm coming, I need to go change," dad said as he got up from the kitchen stool and headed outside. He was still in his police uniform.

"And I need to freshen up," I lied and rushed out of the kitchen without waiting for my mother's answer. I ran up the stairs and locked the door behind me as soon as I got into my room.

I might have to cancel plans with Jenny if I'm not able to talk to my parents about coming to her place. I sighed and picked up my phone then dialed her number. She picked up instantly.

"Are you on your way over now?" She asked. I could imagine her picking on her nails I'm that bored manner until I tell her what she wanted to hear.

"Unfortunately, no," I answered with a sigh. There was pin drop silence on the other end of the line for about a full minute before she finally answered.

"Why?"

"I've not told my parents I'm coming over yet. I might not be able to tell them at all," I murmured. "I doubt they'll even allow me to come anyways."

"They will. They trust me, remember?"

"Yeah but your parents are not at home. Remember?" I reminded her.

"Pfft. They won't lock you up at home just because my parents aren't at home, you're coming over here to study, remember?" She said, putting more emphasis than on 'study'.

I rolled my eyes. "okay, okay fine. I'll go down and tell them now. And I'll tell you about whatever they say. Cool?"

"Cool. I have everything prepared and I'll be expecting you," she answered and hung up on me instantly before I could tell her again that I wasn't really sure if I was going to be able to come over or not.

Slapping my forehead with my palms once again, I shook my head and blew out a breath. I went to my closet and quickly put on another outfit then sprayed some perfume before leaving my room.

Everyone was already at the table, having their meals. We weren't the family that always waited till everyone was present at the dining table before having our meals. No. We dish our food and eat whenever we're ready.

Simon was almost done with his food and he was trying to pick chicken off his twin sister, Sarah's plate and she was hitting his fingers with her fork.

"Are you prepared for your last exam on Monday?" Dad asked as he cleaned his mouth with a napkin. Mom raised her head from her food and looked at me, clearly interested in the topic.

Perfect. This was the opening I needed.

"Yeah, but there are a few things I don't understand there," I lied. "Can I go to Jenny's house? So we can study together? It'll be like a sleepover. Pleaseeeee," I begged.

"No, Jenny will distract you," Mom answered with a small shake of her head. She didn't mean it in an insulting way though. Jenny was also a smart girl and if we weren't best friends, we'd be enemies fighting for the top spot in class. It was just that Jenny and I could be really unserious when we were around each other.

"But mom," I whined, pouting and then I turned my head to look at dad. "Dad, tell her it is a good idea to go study at Jenny's house. She understands what I don't and I'm sure you both don't want me to fail, just because you didn't let me go to my best friend's house to study," I mumbled.

My mother narrowed her eyes at me and then looked at my dad who just shrugged. Her shoulders dropped. "Fine. But I want you back in this house by 12pm latest tomorrow."

"Really?" I asked, excitement bubbling up in me.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't make me change my mind."

I squealed as I jumped up from my couch and ran to my room to pack up all the things I'd need.

2

Sophia's POV

I knocked on the door of Jenny's house once and waited patiently for her to come get the door. It took a while before she came to open the door. Immediately she did that, she turned around and began walking to the direction of the stairs sluggishly.

"Uh...what's wrong with you?" I asked with a raised brow as I walked in and shut the door behind me. Clearly something was wrong with her...or she just woke up. That was probably the better option.

"Just...keep quiet, I'm trying to get back to my beauty sleep," she mumbled as she trudged up the stairs. I rolled my eyes. Of course she was only acting this way because she had just woken up.

"Maybe I should just go back home if you're that displeased with my presence," I joked, feigning annoyance as I spun around on my heels and began to walk to the door.

"Jeez, you can't even take a little play?" She grumbled. "Fine. I'm sorry. You know I'm pleased by your presence. Don't go," she said in a robotic voice.

I chuckled and shook my head as I turned around and walked to the couch, dropping my bag. She slumped on the couch opposite me and buried her face in the pillow. She let out a dramatic scream.

I rolled my eyes but chuckled. Jenny was the overdramatic kind and I had gotten used to it. I wouldn't even ask for another best friend. And I even enjoyed her dramatic antics most of the time.

"Why didn't you call me to tell me you were still coming?" She groaned. "I wouldn't have gone to bed. And now you have ruined my sleep."

I scoffed, raising my brow. "I didn't think you'd be asleep by-" I paused to check the time on my phone. "6pm?"

"I was napping. I wasn't expecting you to come," she answered with a casual shrug.

"Why not?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because," she answered. "You didn't seem like you were going to ask your parents."

"Yeah well mom was against it at first," I answered. "I was able to convince her. Okay, maybe manipulate her a bit. But it worked anyways and now I'm here. When are we going?"

Jenny's face brightened up instantly. She has always been, and will always be an advocate for doing bad things. Like what we were about to do now. She grinned at me. "I don't know...I guess, 9pm?"

"Will your parents not find out that we're going out at that time of the night? I thought one of your neighbors, was like, a spy for your mom and dad?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, but then I already told her that we were going for s reading sleepover at Veronica's house." She shot me a devilish grin. I raised a brow at her.

"Who is Veronica?" I asked.

"No one," she exclaimed and burst into laughter. I shook my head.

"How are we going to get I to the club anyways?" I asked her. "Are you even sure we should go?"

"Uh. Yes, duh! After this, we might not be chanced to go again," she said, getting up from the couch and rushing to come and sit next to me. "Monday is our last exam on high school. You wouldn't have any excuse to come and spend the night with me or whatever. And besides my mom is flying me out of the country once my exams are over. Your parents know you don't have any other friend than me so it simply means we most likely would not have the opportunity to do this again."

I bit my lip. She was right. I wouldn't have the opportunity to do this again, with her. Until I get into college and there was a high chance that wasn't going to come to the same college as I was. Her parents were planning on enrolling her into some fancy private college although she wanted to come to the same one as me.

I sighed. "Okay, fine. But how are getting in anyways? I don't want any security to come and escort me out of the club. That would be too embarrassing. I wouldn't be able to handle that level of embarrassment." I pouted.

"Oh you ought to have known that I got us covered," she answered and winked at me. "Come, let's go to my room. We need to get you dressed. And your hair, dear God. I can't take you out with your hair like this," she complained as she dragged me off the chair and dragged me up the stairs.

"Why? What's wrong with my hair?" I asked, suddenly feeling self conscious and I touched my hair. I had oiled it very well before I left so that the coils wouldn't get entangled. And I had made it I to a sleek ponytail and it seemed pretty okay.

"Nothing. I just don't like it that way. How about I help you straighten it huh?" She asked and continued without waiting for my reply. "Yes, we'll straighten it. Oh, and do you want a dress or a skirt?"

"Skirt and t-" I began but she cut me off.

"Yes. A dress will be nicer. I have a lot of them. And we're the same size anyways so it will fit you perfectly," she answered and forced me to sit in front of her vanity mirror.

She quickly untied my hair and combed it before straightening it so it was now falling to my hips. Then the helped me with a little bit of make up. It was mainly mascara and lip-gloss though. After that, she looked for clothes to give me and she wouldn't even let me pick the one I wanted.

After a while, she settled on a green, off-shoulder, mid-thigh length dress that she hadn't worn before. It was tight on my body and I felt a little bit uncomfortable with it but she brushed it off. She gave me a pair of heels to go with it and then she quickly went to freshen up and then dress up.

"We're ready to go," she answered as she came out of her closet, looking gorgeous. "Oh and, here's your ID." She handed me a fake ID. "Let's go."

3

Sophia's POV.

The security barely even checked our ID as he allowed us into the club. Jenny grinned at me and nudged me a bit before tucking a strand of her hair between her ears. This was my first time at a club, but it certainly wasn't Jenny's first time so I had to follow her every step. I didn't even know what to order, but I wasn't ready to have alcohol. Not yet.

Jenny had a bright smile on her face as we managed to push past a sea of sweaty bodies and get to the bar. We set there and she grinned at me before turning to the bartender. "Give me a margarita, please."

"And me too," I said. It wasn't like I knew what to order anyways. I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked around. It was a Friday night and a lot of people were here. My eyes was most especially on the ladies. The way the were blending in effortlessly here and their flashy designer bags that they didn't hesitate to show off.

"Let's get on the dance floor," Jenny said, giggling a bit after one sip of her margarita. I still hadn't touched mine.

"I'm not really in the mood to dance," I answered, shaking my head slightly. I was still feeling a little bit uncomfortable. It was my first time being in a place like this and with this dress that I was wearing...I didn't want to catch the eye of any pervert who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Jenny pouted. "Come on," she pleaded with her best imitation of the puppy dog eyes. On cue, our favorite song started playing and her eyes lit up once again. "It's our favorite song playing, Sophia. Are you sure you don't want to dance?"

I hesitated. "But-"

"But nothing," she answered, cutting me off as she grabbed my hand, dragging me away from the stool I was sitting and into the dance floor. It was a miracle I didn't fall with the speed which she was dragging me. "Let's danceeee."

She flipped her hair as she dropped my hand, and began to dance, grinning at me in a contagious manner. I bit my lip, and muttered "fuck it" before I joined her in dancing.

We danced for a little while, sometimes rubbing our bodies with each other and at other times, she grinding on me. A guy was starting to approach us but I quickly glared at him. He got the hint quick and backed off. I pressed my lips in a tight smile as he walked back and then I focused on dancing with Jenny.

I soon lost myself in the music, and I didn't even really notice when Jenny was whisked away from me by a guy who had approached her when we were dancing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the music when I felt the hands of a guy on my waist. I frowned. Who was this guy? And why was he touching me?

I opened my eyes and pushed him off gently then walked back to the bar and sat. Jenny was there too, sipping from a glass of margarita and talking to the guy who had whisked her away. She noticed me and excused herself then sat next to me.

"Why are you here? Aren't you enjoying yourself out there?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a concerned look.

"I am," I answered. "But there was this guy who was touching me in ways I didn't like. He's a fucking pervert."

"You can't call him that. He doesn't know you're...underage." She winced at her choice of words and I glared at her.

"First of all, Jenny, I turned eighteen two days ago. I'm not underage, I'm legal! Secondly, it doesn't matter whether he knows my age or not, he has no right to be touching me that way," I shot back.

"Jesus. Sophia, we're here to enjoy ourselves. You need to let loose. You know what, I honestly think you could use some D," she said with a sly smile and I choked on the glass of water I was drinking.

"Jenny!" I chided, swatting her arm. "What the hell?"

"What? I'm just telling you the truth," she answered, raising her hand in defense. "But how is it that none of these guys interest you? I've definitely seen a few guys eyeing you there."

"Yeah and I don't care about that. I came here to have fun, and no, not that kind of fun," I added before she could interrupt.

"I still feel that you could loosen up with a good di-" I slapped my palm over her mouth before she could complete the sentence then I looked around to see if anyone had been listening in on us.

My eyes landed on an a guy whose striking blue eyes shone even here that it was dark. I gulped as I continued staring at him. He was dangerously handsome. He had this kind of look that would captivate any woman and fuck, I couldn't stop staring.

My hands slowly dropped from Jenny's mouth and she made an "hmm" sound.

"So he has caught your eye, huh?" She asked and my gaze snapped to her quickly. She was giving me the side eye and a sly grin.

"Who?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Oh don't even try to do that right now. I caught you, Sophia. So, do you like him?" She asked, wriggling her brows at me.

"Well..." I looked at him once again and heat creeped up my cheek. "Yeah, he's cute. Okay, not cute. He's handsome."

"Well why don't you talk to him?" She asked and my eyes widened.

"Me? Talk to him?" I repeated, giving her an incredulous look.

"Yeah, why not?" She asked, shrugging.

"I can't just walk up to him and talk to him," I whispered frantically.

"Sure you can," she answered and got up from the stool. She dragged me down and pushed me in his direction. "Now go to him. Make mama proud."