Cassidy Clair is the one you see sitting in the back of the class. The one who makes good grades and takes the advanced classes. Cassidy doesn't have time for boys and silly drama.
None of it appealed to her the cliches, the gossip, the bathroom ch...
I thought she was actually telling the truth for a moment she is a bit of a clutz. Then I saw her cheek. It was bruised so thoroughly and blaring against her skin that I had no idea how I missed it.
Cassidy sweet sweet Cassidy was hurting, and she wouldn't allow me to help her. I can't call CPS if it's at home because she's a legal adult and can leave anytime she wants.
But what I can do is get Cassidy to tell me what happened and then dish out the punishment appropriately. Who could hurt someone like Cassidy?
That thought wrang in my mind as I come to the realization that in the end, I'll have to. No one would understand me being her teacher and the feelings I'm starting to feel for the beautiful woman on my couch. They shouldn't understand because it's very immoral.
She deserves the beauty the world has to offer to get out of whatever circumstance she's in that is so hard to share with me. I can't show her that world, or what I could offer to her. At some point, I'm going to have to let her go and leave her life.
I walked to the kitchen still maintaining an eye on Cassidy who was snuggled with the blanket I laid over her. I got out a cold water bottle and walked back to the couch. I sat right by her head and started running my fingers through her hair in an attempt to wake her up. When my fingers massaged at her scalp a small smile krept on her face and her eyes fluttered open looking straight at me.
"Sit up for me so you can drink some water," I said gently helping her cradle into my side sitting up. I unscrewed the lid and handed her the drink watching as her face twisted at the misted bottle touching her palms. The cold was a far contrast from her snuggled-up blushed body.
When she had half the water bottle down me being silent and contemplating my next words I took it back and screwed the lid back on. Putting the bottle on the coffee table I turned my whole body towards her and cupped her cheeks in my hands.
"Cassidy? Who did this to you?' I asked gently swiping my thumb against the bruise watching her eyes widen in realization. "Please don't tell me your clumsy. Because of this and your knees were the cause of yourself then I'd need to talk to the school about allowing you to wear bubble wrap to school," I said not even kidding but my words did make a ridiculous smile tilt her lips.
"My mom saw the hickies on my neck," She said quietly looking into my eyes before darting them away. At that moment my heart sunk. Her own mother, but what about her father that talked about his daughter as if she hung the moon and stars?
"My father stood there and watched. She made me kneel on stones, her parents made her do the same," Cassidy said her voice becoming distant. "I want to hate her for it. But I've met my grandparents, they aren't nice people either. I'm assuming the things she makes me do are pretty tame in comparison,"
"Cassidy, I'm not asking you to hate your mother or tell me everything because I said so. I want you to tell me things for your own free will. Never be scared of me, you come to class because you want to learn, or of course, want to see me," I kissed her cheek nipping at the unbruised side of her face with my teeth making her jump.
"You don't skip class, and you don't allow this kind of behavior from your mom to continue," I pulled her further into me so her body was straddling mine and her head was laying below my chin. "If you ever need somewhere to stay I could set you up with a studio apartment," I could feel her mouth open to insist it's too much.
"Don't worry sweetheart. It wouldn't be free, you could pay me back by passing my class," Apparently that was the funniest thing ever because she burst out laughing pulling from my chest.
"You have very low standards from me. I would pass your class with an A+ and still ask for extra credit," her hands now ran through my hair tilting my head to whatever angle she pleased. "Or I could be the teacher's aid to help you grade papers. Preferably under the desk help," She said the last part as a whisper her eyes dipping down to look at me fully.
"I will take you up on that offer, only after your knees heal," I said even if I loved the way her lips wrapped around me she needs to take it easy on her knees.
"How am I supposed to drop you at your house knowing that something might happen to you?" I asked mostly to myself. The thought of it killed me.
"If I think some things going to happen I'll call," she said going to kiss my neck. The kisses were gentle until they weren't and she started nipping at my skin.
"Little girl, stop it before I cross a line," Even though my actions said otherwise from me grabbing her setting her on my lap to straddle my legs.
She was naked and I was loving it. Easy access to her body. I found myself imagining a life where she would live with me, and Cassidy could be naked all the time. I'd come home from work and she would be here.
Maybe not her body but her things, her presence. She'd have a job probably making more than me, and I'd be supportive.
In another life I'd be with her.
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