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Courtney paced back and forth in her bedroom, running her hands through her hair, listening to the constant screams of her parents. She was aggravated, and she just wanted it to be over. Her parents yelling wasn't all, there were bottles crashing, pounding on walls, and her family was running upstairs, horrorstruck. It was frightening for Courtney.

Her parents fought, but never had it been so bad. She went downstairs for a second, and her father was throwing glasses, plates, silverware and whatever else he could find that could potentially hurt her at her mother. She was horrified — mortified — and ran back into her room before she could see anything else. Her father had never been so… brutal. She thought he still would love her like he did when she shoved the divorce papers in his face.

"Courtney," Alyson whispered, knocking on the door. "Courtney, are you in there?" she asked.

Courtney sighed, "Yeah, Aly," she replied, plopping onto her bed, closing her eyes and saying, "Come in."

Alyson walked inside, smiling when she saw her sister. "How are you holding up, considering Mom and Dad," she said. She sat down next to her sister, chuckling when her head fell and her eyes were becoming not as tightly closed. "I take it you're upset," she said sarcastically.

"More than I even bother leading on," Courtney replied, sitting up. "Do you think I'm acting too calm about this? Should I be freaking out, because I'm really more calm than I've been with them fighting in a long time," Courtney said, running a hand through her hair.

"Well, considering it's not for some ridiculous reason… it makes perfect sense," Alyson told her.

When the sound of crashes finally ceased to exist, Alyson stood up, saying, "I'm gonna go downstairs, maybe see if our parents are still alive."

"You do that, I'll just be in my sanctuary," Courtney chuckled, resting her body back on the bed.

~x~

"Maybe you should go out with someone. You're really lonely," Kelly wouldn't shut up about how Courtney needed a boyfriend. She still didn't know about Gerard, and Courtney planned to keep it that way. "What about Brendon. Haven't you liked him for a while?"

Courtney knew Gerard and her were probably terminated, and she did like Brendon, but he was one of her best friends. He very well may kill her if she tried anything with him. And he had a girlfriend anyway, so it didn't exactly really matter.

"He's dating Sarah," Courtney said simply, kicking her feet back and forth.

"Orzechowski?" Kelly asked. Courtney nodded. "That skank. Hm, wonder why."

"Because, she's a skank and he's not a virgin. How much more obvious could that be?" Courtney said sarcastically, playing with the rips on her jeans.

"I thought they broke up," Kelly thought aloud, confusing Courtney. She was pretty damn sure they were still together. "Well, anyway, there's gotta be someone."

"Ever stop and think that maybe — just maybe — I like being single?" Courtney said, standing up. "Maybe I don't like having a significant other. Is that such a bad thing?" Courtney's voice got louder. It was evident Kelly hadn't said the best thing possible.

"Well, no, but... I thought it was just a bit... sad. You don't have someone and, well, senior year is nearing half over and —"

"Is that supposed to be a big deal? Why are you so invested in my personal life, anyway?" she shouted.

"Courtney, calm down. I didn't mean to be so rude, okay, I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal," Courtney huffed. "Anyways, what did you need to talk to me about?" she asked.

~x~

"Courtney!" Sandra called her the next day at school. "Courtney, over here!" she continued, pointing at her and their friends, trying to direct her to them.

Courtney chuckled, walking over to them. She leaned against the lockers, watching her friends do ridiculous things. She found it funny how she never would have fit in with these people if it weren't for Gerard. She was too good before, and that bugged even her.

"Courtney, are you okay?" one of them, Joanne, asked her. She had always seemed to notice when Courtney would space out.

"Oh, um, yeah… just thinking, I guess," she muttered, smiling as Kelly passed by, smirking at her. She hadn't the faintest clue as to why she was suddenly so bubbly toward her again, but it was better than having her yell at her for seemingly no reason.

Suddenly, the bell rang and Courtney rushed to the girls locker room. "Courtney, nice to know you came on time, unlike yesterday," Alexandra said, looking at her, rolling her eyes.

Courtney sighed, hastily undressing.

~x~

The moment the bell rang, Gerard sighed and opened the classroom door. First period was always the most aggravating. They never shut up, they all had poor grades, and worst of all, they never payed attention. That was the one horrible thing about being a teacher, no one bothered to listen or pay attention to the lesson. They came to school to socialize, not to learn. That's the only reason they get up in the morning.

The lesson dragged on and on, feeling as though it took centuries to be over. The minute second period dragged inside, he wasn't even sure what half of what he was saying was, he just knew they seemed interested all throughout the lesson. The only time he every paid attention in the day was third period, and he expected that — even though him and Courtney seemed perfectly fine two days prior — the one person he was truly interested in at the school was still angry with him.

"Courtney, may I please speak with you," Gerard said as the period came to a close.

Courtney, without even thinking, walked to Gerard's desk. "What? Something must be wrong," she stared at the desk, trying her hardest to avoid eye contact with her teacher. "There's nothing wrong with just telling me, Gee."

Gerard didn't know what to say. He wanted to know why or even if she was mad at him, but there was no easy way to say it. It was either too subtle or too straightforward, and that irked him. "Courtney, I..." he sighed. "Are you still angry at me? I swear, I was one-hundred percent serious about everything that I said," he didn't want to sound ridiculous when he said this, though he felt very childish afterward.

"How was I supposed to believe you, even after what happened a couple of days ago?" she asked. "Gerard, you told me just a few days ago that this was going too fast. Then, the next day, you waltz into my bedroom and you say you love me. I find it impossible to believe you," she crossed her arms, finally looking up at Gerard.

Gerard looked hurt, offended, and any other convey of emotion of the manner. "How can you even say that to me? I do love you, and nothing you say makes that any less true," he stood from his desk, maneuvering around it and standing in front of her. It was times like this he was glad he didn't have a fourth period class. "You have to believe me," he mumbled, kissing her hard on the lips.

Courtney didn't protest, she didn't push away, she just gave up every aggravated feeling toward Gerard the moment his lips merged with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned up on her toes and pulled his body closer to hers. "Gerard," she muttered against his lips, hesitantly pulling away, "we can't do this right now, I have to get to fourth period," she didn't want to leave, but she didn't want her, nor Gerard, to get in an immense amount of trouble.

"Yeah, well... I'll be over at your house tonight," he kissed her cheek once more. "You're mother won't quit inviting me to apologize," he chuckled. "Bye," he said, waving to her.

"See you," she said, then came back. "Wait a minute, I need a note. Mrs. S will kill me if I don't have one," she told him, standing in front of his desk.

He chuckled. "You know she's gonna kill the both of us pretty soon because I hold you after class," he explained, writing the note. "Here you go," he said, handing it to her.

"Thanks. And yeah, of course I know. I'm not blind," she told him, running out of the classroom and to Mrs. S's class. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "Mr. Way," she told her. That was enough to annoy her, have her shoo Courtney away, and go back to teaching, trying not to hint that she was on the brink of killing Courtney.

~x~

Courtney was in her bedroom, sitting at her desk and doing homework when Gerard arrived. She heard him downstairs, talking to her mother.

"Gerard, it's lovely to see you," her mother's grin wouldn't disappear — hard as one might try to wipe it off of her lips.

"You too, Katherine," Gerard replied, polite as he always was to her.

Katherine smiled at Gerard wider — if it were possible. "Well, I have to run a few errands, I hope you don't mind. I'll be back within the next hour or so, no one else should be home, so you can situate yourself wherever you would like," she informed him, grabbing her keys and waving goodbye to Gerard, exiting the threshold.

Gerard's faux smile faded as he ran up the steps and dashed into Courtney's bedroom. "Your mother is a psychopath," he chuckled, leaning against the door.

Courtney smirked at Gerard, getting up from her seat and directly in front of Gerard, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him with her, stopping abruptly at the foot of her bed. Gerard stared at her, confused. "Courtney, what are you —?" he was cut off by Courtney's lips pounding against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as she fell on the bed.

Courtney wasn't quite sure what she was doing, she just knew she liked the way it felt. It felt right being this close to Gerard felt like where she was meant to be — she could only see herself with Gerard. She didn't know if she should think their current 'activity' was too unorthodox, but she knew the feeling of being place underneath Gerard drove her insane.

Gerard lost all sense of control for a moment — he laid on top of her, legs straddling her waist, hips bucking every time she touched a certain place. When he finally gained back a bit of his self control, his eyes opened wide-eyed as he placed his palm on Courtney's stomach and pushing back. "What the hell has gotten into you!?" he shouted, his heavy breathing so hard, slowly making Courtney's body warmer and warmer than it already was. "We can't do this. We can't, you're seventeen, I'm twenty-five. This is wrong."

Courtney sighed, feeling content with what she had at least gotten from him. "I don't care, Gee, as long as you're here with me," she grabbed his hand, her head falling a bit to the side as she looked at him. "I just want you to stay here and I don't want you to leave."

Gerard's head snapped back to the side, and, when seeing Courtney, the beautiful blonde hair he'd grown to know and love, the plump lips he loved pressed against his, the emerald eyes he loved and could stare at for hours on end, made him weak. Never has she had this effect on him, and it was crazy — it drove him crazy.

He lowered his head and kissed her hard again, his hands in either side of her. Courtney's arms instantly returned around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist. Gerard took advantage of the spontaneous moment to pull away from Courtney and practically rip her shirt off her body.

Gerard's mouth wouldn't close the second it dropped to the floor. Multiple times he had fantasizes about the moment this would happen, but this was better than he had ever imagined.

Courtney smirked, which didn't help the tightening of Gerard's jeans at all. "Stop staring, Gee, you can touch, you know," her sultry voice flew around the room, reaching his ears last. It was like a wave of pleasure rushed through him, sending his endorphins in a fritz.

Gerard's stomach twisted and turned as he took of his shirt, bashfully staring at the side of the bed, but not at Courtney.

Courtney chuckled and pulled his face to gaze at her, her hands flat against Gerard's chest, slipping down to his jeans. "You realize you're the first man I've ever seen without so much as a shirt on, right, Gerard?" she asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Gerard let out a shaky breath as Courtney undid his jeans, agonizingly slowly pulling them down his legs. "Courtney, you'll be the fucking death of me," he moaned through his teeth, his eyes closing for seconds. "I love you so much," he told her when they opened, followed by another passionate kiss.

Courtney's heart practically exploded in her chest, butterflies erupting in her stomach. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she felt Gerard's hands sink to her denim shorts and quickly pull then down. Gerard's hooded eyes made their way to Courtney's bra-covered chest again, finding it harder to keep his boxers on much longer.

Courtney felt Gerard against her thigh, giggling at the feeling it gave her. "Need some help?" she joked, grabbing the waistband of Gerard's boxers, pulling them down slowly — so slowly, it was beginning to drive her as crazy as if drove Gerard.

Gerard's dick sprung free, another wave of pleasure coursing through his body as he saw Courtney's expression; the gaping mouth, the wide eyes, the quivering lip, the long and hard swallows, the deep breaths, the hand reaching out to touch. It made Gerard harder — if that were even possible.

His hands grabbed hers before they touched him. "I'm not going to cum before I'm even inside you. I'm especially not going to cum when you're not even dressed — I want to see you, all for myself when I cum; I want to be inside you when I do. I want to see your face when I do it inside you," he growled seductively.

Courtney — being the sexually oblivious girl she was — didn't understand most of what he said, but assumed it was something she would've liked if she did know.

"I can never be a normal man again, because of you," he whispered huskily. "I will forever be in love with you. I'll never be able to go to another strip club without feeling guilty. I'll never be able to think about another girl, I'll never be able to sleep with — or even make love to — another woman, and I can never see myself anywhere but with you," his lips connected with her earlobe, sucking and biting the skin. "I can't bring myself to even think about another woman. I couldn't ever. You mean far too much to me, the very thought makes me sick to my stomach."

Gerard's fingers looped around her panties, threatening to pull them down. "You don't even know how you make me feel," Gerard whispered in her ear, pulling them down slowly, like she did with his underwear. "You drive me insane. You're a fucking tease, do you realize that? You prance around wearing the shortest, tightest clothes you could find, you wear them like it isn't a big deal, but every single guy that looks at you is thinking the same thing. Every single guy that sees you wants you so fucking much, but you're so oblivious to it. Every guy that sees you instantly feels his pants growing tighter and his sexual desires growing stronger. You make me feel that way; you make me feel like my dick will explode any second. You make me feel like a pervert. You make me feel like I will go crazy. I feel like, if I don't make love to you soon, I'll die from just how turned on I am when I see you, with all the dirty thoughts running through my mind, never ceasing," he said, finally tearing her panties off her body.

Courtney wasn't sure how to respond. She just grabbed Gerard's hands and moved them to the clasp of her bra. "Then make love to me now," she whispered. "I'm all yours. Do whatever you want with me. Do it until I'm limp. Do it until I can't walk properly anymore, do it until you drive all the sexual frustration away," Gerard smirked at her words — the innocent girl he loved so much was letting herself get dirty.

She was letting go of all the perfection and giving into temptation. The innocent girl was begging to be ravished. Gerard absolutely loved it.

Gerard unclasped her bra, throwing it on the floor. His eyes wide as he stared at her again. Definitely better than he had ever imagined. "Jesus Christ, Courtney, you're not even fully developed and I'm about ready to fucking cum on the spot," he groaned, grabbing himself instinctively.

Courtney blushed, pushing Gerard's hand off of himself. "You said you didn't want to cum before you were inside me," she recalled, staring at Gerard up and down. "Don't let go," she muttered. "Just get inside of me, then you can let yourself go as much as need be."

Gerard sighed, his lips falling onto Courtney's neck. "I need condoms," he muttered, his fingers fondling her nipples, which resulted in her crying out.

"I don't have any," she muttered, suddenly regretting her decision to go this far with Gerard — she didn't want to get pregnant, but she didn't want to keep waiting anymore.

Gerard sighed, biting a section of skin that he knew would drive Courtney crazy. "Fuck," he groaned. "We can go without it just this once, but we've got to play it extremely safe," he mumbled.

Courtney nodded, "Will it hurt?" she asked, her doe eyes big and bright.

"I'm not going to lie, it'll hurt a lot at first," Courtney withdrew a shaky breath, swallowing thickly. "But after the pain subsides, you're going to love it," he added. "You're going to be so fucking tight," he muttered, more so to himself than to Courtney. "I'll prep you first, if it helps."

Courtney stuttered incoherent nonsense for a bit before finally letting out, "Please."

Gerard's hand slowly landed on Courtney's thigh, riding up it until it nearly reached her wet core. Fuck, Gerard thought. Courtney gasped as Gerard touched her, his thumb moving in slow circles at her entrance.

"Oh... o-oh," she moaned as a finger slipped inside her. Gerard gazed at her to witness her reaction. It almost made him cum. "Gerard, f-fuck... Fuck, Gee."

Gerard slipped his finger out of her, then shoving it back in with another. That left Courtney a writhing mess. His fingers slipped in and out again, Courtney drawing in a breath as she felt a hot, bubbly sensation in the pit of her stomach.

Gerard's voice rang through the room, singing in Courtney's ears, "You like that, Courtney?" he pulled his fingers out and put them back in again.

Courtney's heavy breathing made it difficult for her to speak. "Y-yes... Yes, Gee, I like it— I love it."

Gerard's fingers pulled out of her, only this time, they didn't go back inside, which made Courtney whimper. "Trust me, if you liked that, you'll love this," he muttered, aligning himself at her entrance and slowly pushing into her.

Courtney gasped, this time out of pain. "Fuck, Gee, it... it hurts," she muttered, her eyes shutting.

Gerard instantly felt guilty. He didn't want to bring Courtney any pain, and the fact that giving into both of their sexual desires did just that killed him. He brought his head down and pulled her breast into his mouth, trying to give her some pleasure.

Courtney was caught between pleasure and pain. Through the pain was the tinge of mind-blowing pleasure, and with what Gerard was doing with his mouth, it only amplified the pleasure. "Tell me when I can move," Gerard hummed, his tongue flicking her nipple.

It took several minutes — and a lot of Gerard forcing himself not to cum just being inside of her — but Courtney finally felt the pain completely subside and all she felt was amplified pleasure. "Y-you can move," she muttered.

Gerard's mouth left her breast, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he slowly rocked back and forth, going in and out of her. "How does it feel?" he questioned, his slow, rhythmic movements never ceasing.

"Amazing," Courtney replied, the hot, bubbly feeling in her stomach again.

Gerard felt her clench around him as she let go, a shout of his name escaping her lips. Gerard came quickly after, his lips attaching to Courtney's to keep from being too loud.

He pulled out of her and laid beside her. "You really will be the death of me, Courtney," he muttered, kissing her neck.

"Admit it, Gerard, you love it."

~x~

The next day was just awkward for the two. All day, Courtney heard about how she looked different, and Gerard just wanted to see Courtney. For both of them, it was just horrible. Gerard held Courtney behind all fourth period, and they didn't even get a single word in before they kissed, which lasted the entire period. And Courtney hardly paid attention in third period. She just stared at Gerard, not paying attention to the words he said, which was a rarity, even when they weren't in school.

By the end of the day, Courtney just wanted to see Gerard again. She walked to his classroom and knocked on the door. "Hey," she said simply, as a smile arose.

Gerard looked at her and smiled back. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked, closing the door behind her.

Courtney shrugged. "I just really wanted to see you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "I hate that you're my teacher. It would be so much easier to do this if you were a student," she said.

He chuckled, kissing her cheek. "I know, and I completely agree with you, but I can't help it," his attempt to comfort her in some way failed. "That came out horribly," he said.

Courtney chuckled quietly, "Well, I should get home before my sister gets too worried," she said, kissing his lips once more, lingering for a minute, and leaving, waving him good bye.

Courtney drove home, walking inside to see her little brother watching TV with their mother asleep beside him. She chuckled and walked upstairs, into her room. She sat down on her bed and relived everything that happened the day prior. She wasn't sure if she should have been mortified or impressed. The fact that she did that made her feel better than she had her entire life. While it might not have been legal, she still loved that he did it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Alyson asked, standing in the doorway, staring at her sister.

Courtney nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just lost in space," she reassured her, grabbing her backpack and opening it, pulling out homework.

"Well, you seem to be acting a lot differently since last night. Mind elaborating?" she asked, walking into her room and sitting next to Courtney on the bed.

Courtney looked at her sister, shaking her head. "I haven't been acting differently," she said, defending herself. She didn't want there to be some hint about Gerard, or what they did. They would both be in trouble for sure if anyone found out about that happening.

"Yes, you have. Did something bad happen to you?" she asked. "Did someone hurt you?" she suddenly became more concerned for her sister. "You don't have to feel worried about telling me, Courtney. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone, I swear on it."

The offer sounded appealing to Courtney, and she thought that maybe she could tell her, just not in detail. But then she thought about how she would go back on her word, since this was a twenty-five-year-old man and her teacher. "I'm fine, Alyson, I promise," she said, shifting on the bed. "What could even be wrong, anyway?" she asked.

"I don't know. Shit always happens. I assumed it would've been about Mom and Dad fighting, but then I remembered you saying you were okay, and..." she trailed off, unsure of she should even continue.

"Well, I need to do my homework. Can I have a bit of privacy?" she asked, looking back down at the moderately tall stack of papers on her lap.

"Oh, right, um... I'm really sorry, I'll let you do your work," she said, sprinting off of her bed and out the door.

Courtney tried to focus on homework for hours to no avail whatsoever. She only realized it had been hours once Alyson came back in her room and told her that Gerard was there (which didn't exactly shock Courtney), and that it was dinner. She pulled her body up, running down the stairs and sitting at the table, as far away from her mother as she could get. She understood it was childish, but she just couldn't deal with her at that particular moment.

"So, how was your day?" her mother suddenly asked.

Courtney looked up at her mother, dumbfounded. "Why do you suddenly care?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Well, you're my daughter. Of course I care," she smile at Courtney.

Courtney looked down at the table and unfolded her arms. "It was fine. Is that what you wanna hear?" she asked sarcastically.

"Better than before, at least," her mother grumbled under her breath. For the rest of the night, those two didn't talk, not to say either one of them were complaining.

The night ended, though, the same as the one prior. The two desperate, needing each other, and tangled naked on Courtney's bed, the pleasurable afterglow littered on their faces.


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Smut and long. What do you think?