Stealing your sister’s passport to get into the club was maybe the best or worst decision ever.

After dancing and drinking, your friends invited you to play Truth or Dare with them. Just a harmless game, no? Atleast physically.

You started with picking. And wanting some fun, you chose dare. And what she said, left you speechless, but it was a fun challenge to do. Kissing someone random.

Walking to the bar, you spotted someone hot. Too hot, even from the back. You were too far away to see his face clearly, but you didn’t mind. So you walked over to him, your hips swaying in your steps and kissed him, still not knowing who he was.

The guy pulled away quickly. Why? You were confused until you scanner his face up close. Oh god.

Your fucking math teacher.

He froze, also recognizing you. His mouth was slightly agape, shocked how you, an under-aged student, got into this club. And your thoughts were how HE got into a club while being a teacher. And being so unnecessarily hot.