After Class

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺

𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓸

Cassidy's eyes were on her paper, trying to explain to me the correct answer when all she was doing was trying to tell me I was wrong. It was amusing to watch her try and explain how my answers were wrong even though I made the test.

Her legs were crossed over each other, her thighs clenching together every other time she looked up at me. Today she followed the trend and wore black mary janes with knee-high socks that would roll down frequently, causing her to pull them up. 

I don't think she noticed how disheveled her skirt was and how far up her thighs it was. The need to slip my hand under her skirt was high, but I kept my hands gripping the test. We were on the second test she bombed, but she seemed to be getting nothing from this. I let out a deep breath before plucking the test from her hands.

"This is obviously not helping since you are so insistent on being right," I watched as her mouth opened in protest but closed, resting in a cute pout. Her bottom lip was bruising from gnawing on it all thirty minutes we have been sitting here. "I made a study guide for the next test; that will hopefully help," I said, pulling out the paper from the pile I had printed off.

Every person is open to taking a study guide off my desk, but I notice that Cassidy never does. It's either she goes through all of the trouble of finding her own ways to study or lied to me saying she was.

I hope it's not the latter because I hate being lied to. Replacing Cassidy's test with the study guide, I watched her look it over with an annoyed look. "I hope you do know I'm doing you a favor by helping you with my class," I said, knowing that I was trying to get a rise out of her.

I heard a light scoff from her and raised one of my eyebrows, and my eyes fixed on her. "Anything you would like to say, Miss Clair?" I asked. When Cassidy's chin lifted and her eyes caught mine, I hear the hitch in her breath and saw the squeeze of her thighs. 

"N-no, sir," She stuttered before clearing her throat. I'm surprised that she was showing her obvious nerves now and attraction around me. Here I thought she was unaffected by me. I stifled a satisfied chuckle.

"Do you have any questions about the study guide?" I asked, redirecting her attention towards the work at hand. I watched as she looked over the study guide and started to shake her head no before stopping herself from looking up at me.

"No, sir, I don't," She answered, more sure of herself after correcting her almost mistake. This time I did let a smile curve my lips; she was learning; good.

"Finish this by the next session on Wendsday, and we will go over it, so we know what you are struggling with," I said, gathering my things and putting them into my bag. I got up and pushed my chair in before looking as Cassidy did the same thing. 

This time, her heel got caught on the leg of the chair and tripped, falling right into my chest. My hands were on her waist, having caught her from bringing both of us down. She found her footing, and now we were standing chest to chest, her hands resting on my shoulders.

She lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me, desperation pooling in her eyes. I lifted one of my hands and brushed the curls out of her face that was disheveled from tripping into me. My knuckles brushed against the soft flesh of her cheek, and it felt hot to the touch. She smelled like roses, not too floral.

Her eyes consumed me even in the small amount of time I've had her in my arms. "Be careful," I murmured gently. I watched as her head shook in a silent nod, but she saw the look I gave her and opened her pouty lips to utter me an answer.

"Yes, sir, sorry," With that, she unattached herself from me, and straightened her skirt, and pulled up her socks, hair falling in front of her face. Once her clothes were straightened out, she picked up her backpack from the floor, swinging it over her shoulder. "Thank you for your time," She said, her voice soft and quiet.

Her eyes didn't meet mine, probably trying to hid embarrassment from her clumsiness. I wanted to walk over towards her and lift her chin to make her look at me so that I could experience her eyes consuming me once again. 

It's so bizarre to want something this bad, so that is why I call it an obsession. They go away with time, but I don't feel this one fading away any time soon. I watched as Cassidy walked out of the secluded corner in the library and heard the door close soon after that. Knowing that she wasn't around made my chest fall with a heavy exhale.

Something that felt awfully like nerves was relieved, and I felt like I could breathe freely again. I wiped the palm of my hand down my face in distress and regathered my self-control.

You can't possibly be thinking about pursuing a student. Where is your sense of morals and professionalism? A voice inside of me scolded some would call that your conscience.

I had never been a man afraid to cross lines or even blur them slightly. What feelings I have for Cassidy is wrong, but that won't stop me from feeling them. When I left the school, my mind still hadn't drifted from Cassidy or the feel of her hair through my fingers, her body pressed against mine, her hands gripping my shoulders.

Those thoughts hadn't left my mind until the next session on Wendsday was she walked into the library, taking my breath away, but not in the way I would have liked. Because tears streaked her face, and her knees were scraped and bleeding along with her hands.

Her lips were trembling with barely contained sobs, but I could see her trying to bring her emotions back, but it was no use because the tears kept falling. She didn't realize I was standing near her until her shoulder bumped against mine when she tried to walk past me. 

Her eyes stayed focussed anywhere but towards me, but when she looked up to mumble an apology, she stopped her glassy eyes on mine.