Reader lives a thousand lives before he dies.

Copeland Webber

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"Shit some chaperone I am. I think I need my own chaperone apparently. " the professor said. " this is so unprofessional. Do you mind if you don't tell anyone you ran into like this?" He asked as he grabbed his sand covered jeans and slipped them on over, ripping off the stuffed animal. "No, no I'm fine. Somehow I'm not dead." He groaned.

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"Shit." Copeland said rubbing his face. He knew he shouldn't have gotten go drunk. "This isn't what it looks like, then again he wasn't sure what even had went on. "I don't usually drink- fuck." He groaned. "Do you see my pants anywhere? How did this Hornet even get on my-" he trailed off.

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"Everyone here are adults. I don't see why we have to come to babysit. " he shook his head. "But i won't turn down the free trip to Mexico ." He admitted. "Come in first rounds on me."

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Sighing heavily he jumped up to follow her. "Har, wait!" He said grabbing her arm to spin her around. "I didn't say that so you would leave. I would love to spend time with you. I just didn't want you to feel like you have to abandon your friends for me." He promised her pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

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 She pursed her lips and hummed in her throat. “We’re both legal and consenting adults, and I’m not one of your students.. is it so bad? If it makes you uncomfortable I can leave.” Harley pulled back a little so she could look in his eyes. “Or we could go to your room.” 

“If you want to have a few more drinks and hang with your friends I don’t mind staying a bit longer. After all it is your trip as well.” Copeland offered to the girl.

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 “I don’t even know why I’m here. They’re all legal here, they can do whatever they want.” Carson said before taking a quick glance around. “Come on, let’s go get something to drink. No one will notice.”

“I know, not to mention we are supposed to stay sober. This sounds horrible.” he mused and then grinned. “I supposed two wont hurt us, right?”

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“baby sitting and baby sitting in Mexico are two very different things. And in regards to the sober part I won’t tell if you won’t” Joy said with a coy shrug

“i won’t tell on you, promise.” he explained to her. “but i think i will sit this one out, this time. at least while everyone is around.”

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 “Come on – it’s not that bad.” Her shoulder’s bumping into his, a grin being thrown in his direction. “You can have a drink or two – I just wouldn’t get drunk until you’re back in your room.”

“I could have a drink, but I don’t think I will do it in front of any of these kids. I am already struggling to have respect from the kids, being young with them. If they saw me with alcohol in my system I would never get the respect." 

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 Slinking up to Copeland in her bikini, a flask in her hand and a devious smirk on her lips Harley sat down on his lap. “You didn’t really think I’d let you be miserable and alone?” she quipped. “Hello.” 

His hands roamed over her outer thighs when she sat down in his lap. “Do you think it is a good idea for you to be here- in my lap in front of everyone?” Not that he hid her or anything, but he didn’t want himself in trouble. 

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“I can not believe I wasted my week offering to babysit.” Copeland said shaking his head. “I hope you are enjoying your time. I’ll be over here, sober and miserable.” he teased.

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 The Professor’s cheeks turn bright red as he shakes his head, an extra coffee in hand, “Oh, sorry Copeland. I didn’t know you had already gotten coffee so I thought I’d surprise you and bring you this…”

Copeland looked up to see the other Professor, “Shit.” he pointed out. “no wait- sorry I thought you were this really annoying student that has been harrassing me all week.” he pointed out. “Please no, come in. I am almost done with this cup and could use another after my night.”

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 “I’m not going to apologize for thinking about you naked,” she teased, her eyes sparkling as they looked into his. Sitting back she tilted her head to the side and shrugged one shoulder. “It was relatively slow, I recorded a couple song and then took a nap.”  

“Then I suppose it is appropriate to admit to thinking about you all day. Not necessarily naked, though I would be lying if I said I didn’t at all. “ Copeland went on. “Took a nap? Look at you being the productive student and all. “ he teased as he handed her food over to her. 

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“I never said that I haven’t been thinking about you naked.” She interjected, a hand moving to his thigh. “I just meant we have things to get out of the way first.” She smiled and sat back as he got their food, as soon as it was in the car she was putting a straw in her cup and sipping it. 

“So you have been thinking about me naked?”  Copeland suggested with a toothy grin as he looked down at her hand then back at the lady he handed the money to. Handing her drink over to her he then grabbed they food and took off. “How was your day?”

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 “I didn’t mean alone like that but y’know.. just alone. As in the two of us hanging out without other people.” She glanced back at him and pointed to the menu. “I want a number sixteen with a lemonade.” 

“Oh so you haven’t been thinking of getting me naked then?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “then I will just mark that off the list for the night.” he mused as he leaned over the window to order their food and pull up.

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“True, i can’t see any sense in getting made at your Professor about a smudge when you’re just gonna trash the thing you walk out the door.” She smirked in his direction and rolled her eyes a little. “Let’s just the food and go back to your place, I’ve been dying to get you alone all day I’m not about to share you with a restaurant full of drunk students getting their late night munchies.”

“As much as I would love to get you home and rip off your clothes, I really have to get these essays done. “ he glanced over at her as he went through the drive through. “What do you want?” he asked looking over the menu.

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 “Feel like getting away for the weekend,” he shrugged indifferently. “You’re going to look at it with me here? That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Well I figured i could  look it and tell you what is wrong so you can submit the final draft through the computer, like I requested.” he teased with a smile. He took the paper and looked it over. “Looks like an A to me, enjoy your weekend get away.”