The Harvard Romance

Part 2 - Student and teacher - Eight Months Later

"Your final projects will be due next week and I know you all have been working very hard on them."

'Yes, Mr. Sawyer,' the whole class said in unison, well except me.

Ever since that encounter back in October with him, I haven't said a single word and avoided all eye contact.

I was lucky he wasn't one of the teachers who calls students out for not participating or randomly picking students to answer questions. But today I dreaded what I had to do.

I was actually struggling on this project and needed to see him during his office hours. We had an appointment after school.

"Good. Anyone else excited for the summer?"
The class all nodded or yelled yes.

Me? I looked out the window excited about the end of the year. I'd be one year closer to graduation. But I was also dreading it. Soon I wouldn't be able to watch Mr. Sawyer secretly and I'd never see him again.

The bell rang and I finished up the rest of the day, overthinking the office hours.

My notebook had all my questions and I had emailed myself the finally project, so I could open it up on his computer.

When the final bell rang for the day I headed to the bathroom and straightened myself out. I dressed nice today in a short skirt and a pink blouse with flip flops. It was a hot day for the end of May and this school never had a/c. I was lucky my blonde hair was naturally straight and it didn't friz in this humidity.

I walked out of the bathroom towards Mr. Sawyers office. His door was on the right and I stopped in front of it and knocked.

"Come in." He said

I opened the door and made my way inside.

"Hi Sydney. How's it going?"

How's it going? If only I could tell him how I was. This is gonna suck. "Fine." I said quietly and avoided his eyes and looked around his office. I had never been in here before. "You?"

"I'm great. Now why don't you have a seat so we can get to helping you." His voice was deeper in this confined room and this close up to him.

"Okay."I was proud of myself that I was actually responding for once.

"Why don't you start with what you are having trouble with." He had leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. I felt his eyes on me, watching me closely, and it warmed me from the deepest parts of my belly.

He reminded me of one of those bad ass tactical guys in the movies who knew they could kill you with a pen. The idea had me squirming as I fought the urge to jump him. Only Mr. Sawyer had ever made me feel this out of control.

"Okay." Still avoiding his eyes I took my back pack off with shaky hands and a racing heart, and sat down. I spread my legs open and put the bag down in front of me and leaned over grabbing my note book out of it. 

I was looking down into my back pack pulling the notebook out, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see my black panties between my legs, oh shit.

Mr. Sawyer had been watching me before I sat down, oh god, I hope he still wasn't watching me during my most embarrassing moment of my life. I had forgotten I had a skirt on and it had bunched up around my thighs.