Vengeance University

I was just out of an evening class Friday (stupid history classes), and made my way back to my dorm. To do this, I had to go through the administration wing. And that was where I ended up stopping, due to a very peculiar sight indeed. There, with his ear pressed against Mr. Baker's door, was Mr. Haner. I slowly came to a stop as I looked at him, one brow cocked in confusion at the smirk on his face.

"...What are you doing?" I asked hesitantly, and Mr. Haner jumped slightly before he pulled his head away and looked at me.

"You hear that?" he asked, pointing backwards over his shoulder at the door to the Headmaster's office. I listened intently, but heard nothing, and shook my head 'no'. "Come here," Mr. Haner motioned with his hand, and he stepped back up to the door, pressing his ear against it once more. I moved up to the door as well, facing Mr. Haner as I did the same as he and listened through the door.

I heard a moan and then a quiet creaking noise through the hard wood pressed against my ear. "Someone's screwing the Headmaster, and god damn, it sounds good!" Mt. Haner whispered. Our bodies were mere inches from each other's, but I still had to look up to see his face.

I cocked my eyebrow at the smug look on his face as he listened in on the excitement taking place on the other side of the door. "Mr. Haner, that's your friend in there banging someone, and you think it sounds good?" I asked, skepticism heavy in my voice.

He lost the smirk on his face. "Well...erm..." he stuttered before clearing his voice. "Anyways, you wouldn't happen to know who is in there with him, would you? Have you seen him around with any of the young female professors?"

My thoughts shot straight to Sarah. She'd told me of her and Mr. Baker's relationship in confidence that I would tell no one. I shook my head quickly, too quickly, and swallowed hard. "No... of course not."

I had a feeling Mr. Haner saw right through me. "Sure..." He said, looking down at me with a smirk on his beautiful lips. "You do know, and you're going to tell me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I shrugged off, and air of innocence in my voice.

Mr. Haner sighed. "Well, he doesn't normally fuck people in his office. Or anywhere near here for that matter, so this is kinda a huge deal."

I shrugged. "Well, I still don't know who it is."

He whined, keeping his voice low. "Tell me," he pleaded, placing a pout on his bottom lip.

"I told you already, I don't know who's in there with Mr. Baker. I guess you're gonna have to find out another way. Maybe... you should try asking him yourself? I mean, he's your friend, right?" I asked. Mr. Haner nodded his head. "Well, I best be going, I have to go study," I said, backing away from the door and waving to Mr. Haner before walking away down the hall.

"You're no fun," he called after me.

When I got to my dorm, Sarah wasn't there, which was no surprise to me. I then realized that it was a Friday night, I had nothing to do, and that studying would only last me about an hour anyways. It was about 8:30 at night when I finished my work, and Sarah still wasn't back. Knowing her, she'd be staying around Mr. Baker's office for awhile, even after they had finished with their fun.

After digging around in my purse, I was able to find my fake ID. I'd decided on going to one of the bars downtown off campus. Sarah was having her fun, so why shouldn't I? And the next day was Saturday, which meant no classes, so I wouldn't miss any school. It all worked out perfectly.

So, I changed into some nice clothes (nice meaning... Skanky) and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing Sarah a note. I left it on her desk where I knew she would see it, and the left the room, making sure to lock it.

I grabbed the bus up to one of the bars, which actually ended up being a club, but I didn't mind. When I went in, I grabbed a screwdriver off a barkeep and downed it fast before heading to the dance floor to scope out some hot guys for the night.

After many hours of having a good time, I headed to the bar to get another drink, this time ordering a cement mixer. I grabbed the drink and turned around, amazed at who I saw.

"Mr. Haner?" I asked. He turned more toward me and paused.

"...Amanda... What are you doing here?" he asked. "Actually... how are you here? This is a 21 an over club," he slurred.

I blushed and looked away a moment, knowing I'd been caught. "Fake ID," I said quietly.

"You know," Mr. Haner said, taking a step closer to me, "I could get you in a lot of trouble for drinking underage. You could possibly get kicked out of school," he said, some of his words meshing together. He'd already been drinking awhile, I could tell.

"... You're not gonna tell the Headmaster, or -- or the police, are you?" I asked, petrified of the consequences I could be facing.

Mr. Haner cracked a lazy smile. "Nah. I'm not that mean. But I really don't think you should be here..."

My heart rate slowed down a pace now that I knew I wasn't in trouble. "What are you doing here? Don't you thin students might find it weird if one of their professors was at a club?" I asked.

"Nah, I come here all the time. Usually with one of the guys, but they're all busy, and I had nothing better to do anyways. You wouldn't happen to know what time it is, would you?"

"Oh, um..." I started, looking down at my watch. "Shit, it's already a little after one. I wasn't expecting to be here this late," I said, looking up at Mr. Haner.

"Me either. So... I'm gonna go now. I'll see you uh.... Monday. Yeah, Monday," he said, thinking hard about the day. He started to walk away but I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"How did you get here?" I asked quickly.

"I drove."

"Oh. Well then give me your keys, I'm driving you home," I said, knowing that if he drove himself it might end rather badly.

"Nah, I'm fine," Mr. Haner replied, waving me off.

"Serious, you've had more to drink than I have. I'm driving you," I pressed, and Mr Haner sighed and handed the keys to his car over to me. "You just lead the way," I said, and followed him out of the club.

"Its right over there," Mr. Haner pointed, and I easily spotted his car. We walked to it in silence and as I slid the key into the lock on the passenger side door, I felt his two warm hands slide themselves onto my waist. My breathing caught in my throat and I slowly turned around, only to feel a pair of lips on my own.

I froze up. I didn't know how to react to a teacher kissing me. But then Mr. Haner's lips against mine started to feel really good, so I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he moved his from my hips to the small of me back, pulling our bodies closer together. He slid his tongue into my mouth with ease, and I brushed mine against it for a moment before I stopped myself. I moved my hands to Mr. Haner's shoulders and pushed him away, his lips breaking away from mine.

"Mr. Haner, I-" I breathed out.

"Call me Brian," he cut me off, moving his lips down to my neck.

"I don't think this is right. You're drunk, and you don't know what you're doing... And - and your wife," I muttered, remembering back to what he'd told me.

"She's dead, baby," he whispered against my neck, and I felt my eyes sting. I knew he wouldn't talk about his wife like that if he was sober.

"Mr. Haner, we can't do this," I said again, and he pulled away, looking in my eyes.

"Alright," he slurred, and I opened the passenger door for him to get in before getting in the driver's side and taking him home. He gave me directions, and when I pulled into his drive, I realized I had a dilemma.

"How am I supposed to get back to campus?" I asked, and Mr. Haner rested his head back against the seat.

"Uhm...." he mumbled. "You can sleep on the couch... I'll take you back in the morning." He opened the door to the car and got out, sauntering up to the front door, disappearing inside. I followed him, and as I entered the living room, he was heading up the stairs. He didn't say a word to me, so I kept quiet and got myself comfortable on the couch for a good night's sleep.

I woke the next day to someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly to be met with Mr. Haner. His hair was wet and his clothes were changed.

"Come on, I'll take you back to your dorm now," he said, the keys to his car in hand. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked in mid-yawn.

"Just a little past noon..." he replied, walking to the door and pulling on his shoes. I stood up, straightening out my hair and clothes, before following him out to the car. The ride was uncomfortably quiet.

"Mr. Haner, about last-"

"I'm sorry," he shook his head, again cutting me off. "I was completely out of line last night," he apologized.

"It's alright. You were drunk," I said, shrugging.

"That's no excuse. What I did was wrong, and I understand completely if you hate me," he said, his eyes glancing over at me every now and then.

"I don't hate you," I relied quietly, thinking back to last night and how much I enjoyed that kiss. But he was right - I was right. It was wrong. I knew Sara and Mr. Baker were together and fooling around, and I was fine with that, but I didn't think it was right for me.

The rest of the ride back to the university was silent. When he pulled up to the front entrance, I opened the door, turning to him before stepping out.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Haner," I said with a small smile.

"I told you last night.. Call me Brian."