Written on the Stars

Nothing can come between us

I looked at all of my students, especially the one who I love: Monica.I remember looking at her for the first time in this classroom. I thought of her as a sheepish, preppy girl that only wants to study and never socialize. I've changed my view since then, she was now a young woman on the way to adulthood. Her blue eyes looked into mine. I just wanted to kiss her right then and there but instead I smile a small smile at her, aware that the students are watching me gag over one of my students.

They have no idea about our relationship, except that Monica visits my every day after class. They think that she's just slow and I have to tutor her. Little do they know that our relationship is far from that.

Very few had pieced events together and came the conclusion that Monica and I are having an affair behind our 'lovers' back. Of course, we deny it everytime and I usually crack a joke about it, but deep in our minds we are both are scared for people to find out. Just four more years until Monica graduates and we can come clean with our relationship.

I finished writing the sentence on the board and I could hear students writing it down in their notebook. I looked at Monica who was done writing in her notebook and was pretending to ignore me.Her stubborn eyes refused to look at mine. She reread her notes again, refusing to lose this battle. We do this quite often, I'll stare at her in front of the classroom, hoping for her to give in a finally look at me, and she'll do everything but not look at me. I usually won when she looks in my eyes, blushing and angry at me.Then I'll gloat to her after class which traditionally she'll scold me and lightly hit me.

It was amusing to see her angry during class, like when I wouldn't call on her even when her hand was raised confidently in the air, or I'll joke about her in front of the class. Sometimes I'll even throw a pencil at her head or make a sex joke. I slept alone on those nights.

'And I win again!' I cheered to myself when her blue eyes collided with my red ones. Monica mouthed 'stop' and her cheeks were red. I wanted to laugh out loud.

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"Will you stop," Monica scolded, walking over to my desk once everyone left.

"Are you going to punish me?" I teased, winking at the flustered Monica. Her cheeks became redder.

"Just leave our relationship outside of your work and my college."She crossed her arms.

"What if I don't?"I flirted once again, grabbed her waist and bringing her in a hug.A smirk formed on my lips as her blush spreaded across her face. I kissed her neck, making her jump from the sudden wet touch.

"Not here," She said as she tore my hands from her waist, leaving me disappointed and even more eager to get home.

She practically ran away from me when the Deam walked through the door with the same angry look he always had on his face. He glared at Monica who got out a book, pretending to be tutored.

"May I talk to you in the hall, Mr.Beilshmidt?"He asked, stepping out in the hall before I answered. I looked back at Monica who had a confused look on her face.I followed him out into the hallway.

"Mr.Beilschmidt, I had one of your students come to me with a complaint that said you're possibly dating one student."He mumbled.

"No, of course, I can never date a student. I don't who thought I was, but I will never date student."I told me, holding my breath and keeping eye contact.

"You have been known to break rules, but I'll let you know that dating a student violates the rules here and you would be fired."He hissed.

"I know," I replied, trying not to show my fear.

"Okay, just letting know you don't have any relationships with students."He coughed before walking away.

I was surprised I kept a straight face through it all. My heart pounded in my ears and I was shaking. I brushed my hand through my hair, I could feel hints of sweat in it, and I walked back in the classroom. Monica sat on the desk like before still reading the book. She looked up once I walked through the door and noticed my displeasure.

"Are you alright?"She asked as she got out of her chair, walking over to me and setting a hand on my shoulder.

"The Dean is suspicions that I'm having a relationship with a student,"I said,"I could get fired if they found out."

Her mouth open slightly like she was saying something but then she closed it.

"Should we be doing this?"She asked, taking her hand off my shoulder and looking at the ground.

"What?"I questioned. My heart sped up if it was possible.

"I mean, I love you so much but this is jeopardizing your work and I can't let you get fired because of me."

"You want to break up with me?"I asked. My eyes widen and sat on my chair after feeling that I could fall any second.

"No," She almost yelled,"We probably should try and kept it low from now on."

I felt guilty because I was the one to show our relationship. I breathed in heavily and closed my eyes.

"I can just get another teaching job if I get fried."I responded as I layed my head on the desk.

"You wouldn't have to if we keep it low."She whispered. She looked out the windows, making sure nobody saw before our lips collided. I grabbed her waist to bring her in more, but she backed away.

"Let's get home soon."She whispered, causing me to be even more impatient.