Guilty Indulgence

Chapter 3~ Autumn Term

Mr Cain's POV:

I finished up some lesson plans in the teacher's lounge when the bell rang for the end of day; I hung back so that I didn't have to fight my way to EN5 whilst all the pupils chaotically left the corridors to go home. If I'm being honest with myself; then the detention with Miss Lewis maybe because I want to see her again and for no other reason. The noise died down from the chaos in the corridor; I ventured out towards the English classrooms. It was mesmerising how quiet the halls could be when feral adolescents escaped these walls.

I walked down the stairs to see Miss Lewis, holding a cardboard box in her arms with her bag over one shoulder. Has she been waiting for me like a submissive girl she is? No, she's staring at the door. Is she afraid? I lean against the wall not far away from her but out of her peripheral view, I watched her facial expressions flutter from one to another as she examines the door for what purpose... I don't know? Her gaze cast across the plastic plaque that still bared the indentations spelling out 'Mr Maudsley'. I make a note to myself that it needs to be changed.

Before anyone caught me staring at a student, I spoke up to ask: "Are you going in or are we staying out here all night?" My words seemed to startle her out of a trance.

"Um-no, we can go in." Miss Lewis said in embarrassment at staring at a wooden inanimate object for so long.

"Okay,"

I pushed myself off the wall and headed towards the door; it was unlocked, as I presumed it would be. Since I hadn't received a key from the janitor yet. I held the door for Miss Lewis so that she could enter the classroom. She passed me; Was that the smell of Pizza? wafting in my direction; it over-powered the light delicate floral perfume that Miss Lewis had on this morning, but it was still there in the undertones of the smell. Dammit, it's giving me luscious thoughts about my student which is highly inappropriate.

"Please take a seat, Miss Lewis," She sat at the same table as she did this morning and a flashback to this morning flushed into my head: I had waited for her to look over her shoulder and see that her teacher had arrive as most of the class had their attention on me but not her. I didn't think the girl with her back to me could bewitch me by her beauty but she did so effortlessly.

There was a silence between us now that felt tranquil but turbulent at the same time. Her amber eyes held the tiniest flecks of gold, catching the warmth of summer; they made me melt like sweet honey; they posed a question in which her lips weren't prepared to voice. My hands wrapped tight around the edge of my desk holding my urge to take over her lips with mine, those soft perky lips.

"What's in the box, it smells good?" I said, filling in the silence and closing the gap between us. I sat on a chair in front of her table with my back against the wall and arm slung over the back of the chair. I felt like a schoolboy all over again trying to chat up the girl behind me.

"It's just pizza, do you want one?" Miss Lewis says while opening the cardboard box. Within sat a mozzarella pizza with tomato and basil or pesto? Can't quite tell which, but whatever it is, looked as good as it smelt.

We both reach for the same pizza slice in unison as our hands collide, but fingers linger to feel the intense electricity between us. Our eyes meet for mere moments till I remove my hand from hers, allowing her to grab the pizza we both desired. I don't understand what she does to me. A few simple touches or gazes send the temperature of the surrounding room to sky-rocket; it's as if we are breaking through the atmosphere. I pick up a slice and navigate it into my mouth, careful not to spill it on my new waistcoat. This pizza is insane, the flavours blend well together, and it's not overly tomato on my taste buds.