Make Me Bad(Private Lessons)

Chapter Eleven




Luc





Tuesday soon rolls around and I find myself teaching music composition, with Madison sitting in the second row. She listens attentively and whenever I look in her direction she smiles brightly at me. Cleo is slightly less interested, and I can’t help wondering what, if anything, Madison has said about us.

The class ends and Madison says goodbye to Cleo. When it’s just the two of us left, we make our way across the hall to the smaller classroom where we hold her private lesson.

“How are you?” she asks conversationally. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail today, and for some reason she seems younger. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s wearing dark pants and a deep orange v-neck shirt.

“Well, thanks.” I close the door behind us. “How are you?”

She seems to relax once we’re no longer being watched.

“I missed you,” she says in a small voice, looking at the ground.

And I’ve missed her. I’ve missed how she smells, how she looks, and how she makes me feel younger just by being in her presence.

“Did you have to explain anything to Cleo?” I ask.

She gives me a small smile. “No, I lucked out. I beat her home by about ten minutes.”

“Good.”

I pull out my guitar, and Madison gives me a quizzical look but follows suit. As much as I’ve missed her, I don’t want to let on to my feelings. I know I’m coming across as cold, but this is her private lesson, and right now it’s my job to make sure I’m teaching her.

We start the lesson, and Madison works with me, listening to my suggestions and following my advice. About halfway through, she sets her guitar down and frowns at me.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

“You’re being weird.” she says bluntly.

“Am I?”

“Yes. Did I do something?”

I sigh, putting my guitar down. “No, Madison, you didn’t do anything. And yes, I have missed you. It’s just that...I’m not good for you.”

“How about you let me be the judge of that?”

“But you don’t know what’s best for you...You’re too young.”

“Too young? I wasn’t too young to screw the other night, was I?”

I cringe at her words, but she has a point. “No. You weren’t.” I pick at an imaginary piece of lint on my pants. “I’m really wrestling with this.”

She stands up, and comes to me, moving between my legs and placing her hands on my shoulders.

“Why?” She gazes at me innocently, but I can feel her intention is anything but.

“Madison,” I say sternly, “back away. Anyone could walk by and see us through the window.”

“So?” She leans down, and grazes her hand across my crotch.

I jump up as if I’ve been burned. “Damn it! That’s enough!”

Hurt crosses her face, but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

“Yes.” she agrees. She stalks over to her guitar and puts it away before gathering her bag. “I think that will be enough for today.”

“I’m the teacher.” I growl, “I think I’ll make that decision.”

“Well, I just made it for you.” she snaps, before stomping out of the room.

I stare after her in shock.

Did she really just do that?

“How f*cking immature.” I mutter, angrily gathering my things. I can’t believe that she just left in the middle of her damn lesson after coming on to me. Did she not recall anything we discussed over the weekend? How our involvement could threaten both of our careers? And honestly, it would be worse for her than me! Not only has her career barely started, but she comes from a famous background.

This is exactly why I shouldn’t be getting involved with someone so young.

I fume as I exit campus, and all the way home on the Metro. I stop at a small shop on the way home to grab a few things; still angry by the time I reach my apartment.

I’m practically at my door before I notice Madison sitting on the floor in my hallway. It looks like she’s been crying.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, standing. “That was childish. I shouldn’t have acted that way.”

I feel my anger melt seeing her vulnerable and teary.

“It’s okay. I’m sure this isn’t easy for you either.”

She shakes her head. “But we were at school. I knew better. I shouldn’t have acted that way and I shouldn’t have been so insecure. I know that we have to be completely professional in public.”

I nod.

Damn. She looks so beautiful standing here outside my apartment.

“Why did you come here?” I ask, my voice husky.

“To apologize.”

“Nothing else?”

“No. I swear.”

And I believe her. Which makes me want her more. I grab my keys, jam them in the lock to unlock the door, and then I grab her and push her inside as I kiss her.

She yelps with surprise. I kick my guitar inside, and Madison quickly catches on, kissing me back as I kick the door closed.

I push her up against the back of the door, knotting my hands in her hair, and rubbing my knee up against her sex.

“Luc.” she moans.

I love hearing her need for me and I take her against the door, hard and rough, to which she responds vigorously.