Under The Moonlight

~16~

I fished out my make-up pouch from the backpack, I don't even know why I stashed it here in the first place.

I dab the all coverage foundation powder at my face, apply a coat of mascara on my eyelashes and a rose pink shade of lipstick on my lips. I cover my pale cheeks and the tip of my nose in a light pink shade of blush.

I pull out of my jacket and place it on my shoulders and let my hair loose out of the braid.

"Okay someone's got skills", Mr Cameron saw me through his peripheral vision.

"I'm an artist, Sir", I flaunted and he smirked.

We didn't go to the restaurants of the North area cuz people might know him and decided to go eat at the Southside, his treat.

And even though there were too few chances of him being recognised, we still were on the edge. As I did my makeup to look a bit over my age.

I was enthralled, saying this would be an understatement. I bit my lip and glanced at him smoothly driving toward the south.

Although he's my teacher he looks young. A bit too young to be a teacher.

"I don't bite Mabet", he said as he was waiting for me to help him.

I huffed and leaned in to loosen his tie and opened the upper two buttons of his black shirt and ruffled his hair to give him a more boyish look.

He smelled of freshly grounded coffee and rain.

An overwhelming feeling tugged at my heart as I slowly plucked his yellow shaded glasses and met his stormy grey eyes.

Some people got so pretty eyes and some got them plain boring brown like mine. Unfair life.

After throwing his overcoat and my backpack in the back seat, I laid in my seat. And glanced at our precious teacher, who was now smirking.

Whatever made him smirk like that, I wondered.

We halted in the area of Pick and Go, where we could order our food, eat in the parking lot or take it home. Our choice.

We were going to sit in our car and eat here. Nice, right?

He took out his phone and ordered our food. And we waited there, standing outside out of the car.

I notice the popping veins in his forearms. I would have been totally crushing all over him if he wasn't my teacher.

"Just a week left in exams", he said out of nowhere, definitely to cut the silence.

"I don't think I'm prepared enough", I responded in the littlest voice, not to offend the guy as he has been giving me extra time and notes.

He hummed and stared ahead at the waiter coming toward us.

"I think we still seem suspicious", I said in a low voice, stating at Mr Cameron.

He might have sensed it too as he placed a hand at my waist, grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.

The crescent moon marks burnt but I let him stare into my eyes. His fingers rubbed the second moon at my back, letting the burning sensation die down.

His unique smell of freshly grounded coffee and rain hit my nostrils.
A devilish grin played on his lips.

"Your order, Sir", the waiter said clearing his throat.

Keeping his hand at my waist, he received our food and handed him his card to pay the bills, while I leaned my head on his shoulder, just to play along.

The waiter eyed us, turned on his heels and went back.

"Okay this was a bad idea", I pulled back and we both sat in the car.

"Agreed. Let's not eat here, yeah"

I nodded. Just as soon as the waiter came back with his card. We pulled out of the parking lot and rushed to my home.

"A bit too quiet in here", he said stepping into the living room.

I hummed, "yeah, I'm living alone for the moment"

He sat on the couch while I dropped my jacket, tying my hair in a bun I sat next to him.

He opened the box of pizza and bags of fries and garlic bread while I fished out the cold drinks.

"How do you know my mom? I mean, she asked for extra hours, right?", I asked out of the blue and saw the pizza slice in his hand almost fell. Almost.

"I don't know her personally but she seemed worried about your studies. Where is she tho, she sounded like a nice lady, would like to meet her"

I raised my eyebrows and sat cross-legged.

"Yea, she was a bit too worried about my studies", I said sarcastically and added with a tight smile, "She's out of the town"

"Why did I sense the sarcasm there", he asked munching on fries.

"Well", now I don't know what to say.

"It's ok Mabet. We do go through such moments in our life when it seems no one cares"

"Ok let's not talk deep shit. I don't wanna lose my appetite", as soon as I slipped the words I bit my tongue.

His face said it all, 'Language, Mabet'

We were just eating and it felt so illegal. I eyed my gorgeous teacher next to me and I understood why girls drooled and had longing looks in their eyes.

"Why did you transfer to Beacon hills", he asked while sipping on his cold drink and glancing at me in between.

"It wasn't like anyone asked me to or It was my choice. Your school is for posh people and their stupid kids, not for the nobodies like me", I said scowling.

Why my mouth goes stupid in his presence.

"You are not a nobody Mabet"

"I dunno", I mumbled.

"I thought you were adjusting just right"

"Yeah kinda. But Oh my, those girls are giving me hard time just because I wore their crush's hoodie"

I saw the easy look on his face faltering as he clenched his chiselled jaw and then he masked his playful look back with a pretty little smile.

"I wonder what they would do if they saw us now"

I did not mean to word my thoughts.

I saw him smirking and I mentally facepalmed.

Why the hell do I keep embarrassing myself whenever he is near.

I mentally groaned and hid my face behind the coke can.

"Next week we are having tests in the after classes", he said in his teacher stance, "be prepared Mabet, I'm not planning on going easy on you"

The way he said those last words, my marks really tickled.

"Yes sir", I let my fingers touch my forehead like a salute.

He chuckled and leaned forward, I backed a bit. His gaze lowered and then he glanced back at me. His stormy grey eyes were now darker.

His fingers brushed my forehead where I touched with mine earlier.

"Sauce", he said while wiping it.

I stared at the subtle beard, his thick neck and his lips pressed in a line. I glance away.

"I should get going", he breathed as he backed away and I couldn't stop myself from staring at his forearms, his now darker grey eyes and his dishellved hair.

This man is my teacher? He should not be, he doesn't seem just a teacher.

I saw him walking out of my house and sitting in his car. He waved his hand at me and I waved back.

Just what in the world I am doing.

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