When my teacher changed my life

[CHAPTER 6]

His hot breath tickles my lips. Do not kiss him. Do not even smile. Do not give in. Stay strong, Nicole! Come on, you've got this! "Uhuh." I mumble and look at his lips. Do. Not. Give. In. But his luscious lips..."Are you serious?", he asks and leans in. Our lips are nearly touching and his eyes are locked in mine. "Y-yeah.", I stutter and also lean in. And suddenly he pulls back and goes a few steps back. I look at him shocked and hungrily. I'm not horny, I swear. I just want to crash my lips against his and touch his curls and feel his body against mine and- okay, I'm horny. "Why?", I ask confused. A chuckle escapes his lips. "You think I stink. That's mean." Ugh, he's playing with my urges. "I lied!" I quickly confess and walk towards him. I stand on my toe and pull him to me before kissing him hungrily. His lips are so irresistible. He firstly seems shocked, but soon enough he kisses me back and puts his arms around me, pressing me against him, but making sure again that his dirty trousers don't touch me. I've got an idea how to not get in touch with his trousers. I put my arms around his neck and jump on his hips. "Good girl.", he mumbles with a smirk and walks towards the wall. My back is gently pressed against the it. The kiss gets more intense and we start using our tongues, battling.

After a while he pulls away and I jump off him. He leans forward again, leaning his forehead against mine. "I knew it." he smirks. What is he talking about? I look at him in confusion. "That I don't smell.", his smirk grows. I roll my eyes and smile. "You're such a jerk." He pecks my lips and grins. "I know. And the jerk really has to shower now. I'll hurry." I nod with a smile. Yeah, HURRY! I don't want to miss any more seconds of his perfection. Or his amazing lips. Or his beautiful face. Ugh, this guy is so beautiful. "Make yourself comfortable, babe." He says and walks upstairs. Babe. He just called me babe. I think I'm going to melt. I smile and walk in his living room. It's quite modern. White with black and grey. The walls are painted in white, except one wall. It's striped in grey, white and black. The furniture are either white or black. There's a black glass shelf and a black glass coffee table. He has a huge ass white TV and black leather couches. I sit down on the couch and look around. His shelf is full with movies. Wow. I quickly get up and look at them. Hmm, interesting, Love Actually? Really? He watches movies like that? So cool! What else does he have? Hangover, Hangover 2, Knight and Day, Saw, Scream 2, Paranormal Activity 3, Nemo, Shrek, Nemo 2, 21 Jump Street, Friends with benefits, Dear John and even the Notebook! Oh my god, we are so going to watch this now. I take out the movie and smile. This is my favourite. It's the best movie of all time. And the best thing is that Ryan gosling plays in the movie. I've got something to stare at. Yay. "Here you are babe." A sudden voice says behind me. I turn around to see a handsome guy, in pyjamas trousers, a T-shirt, wet messy hair half covered with a beanie, smiling at me. My teacher. Yeah. My teacher. Teacher. My teacher. And I'm his student. I made out with my teacher, holy shit, what am I doing? I don't want a sex relationship with my hot teacher. I'm not a slut. And isn't this illegal? What was I thinking? I'm probably nothing more than a fling to him. He was nice and cute at first and made out with me. And when this movie ended hell start kissing me and make out with me. But then he'll carry me in his bedroom. Sex. No. No! I won't sleep with him. After that he'll never ever talk to me probably. I'll just be one of his sluts. Even though that sounds stupid, I want to be more. I really like him. He's different. I love how he calls me "love" the whole time. I love his British accent. I love his luscious lips. His beautiful green eyes. His messy, but perfect hair. The way he dresses. So classy. I love how you can have fun with him. How it's so easy to have a conversation with him. I like him.  

"Nicole? You okay, love?" I look up in his eyes and nod. "Yeah." I say and sit down on the couch. "You sure?" I nod again but this time force a smile, too. "Well, okay. Which movie are we watching?" He asks. I can't concentrate anymore. All I think about is, what we are. In what kind if relationship are we? "You chose." I reply with a fake smile again. What if I ask him about this? About what we actually are. What would he do? Laugh? Sigh? Be annoyed? Only the thought of his reaction, makes my heart beating faster. I don't want to waste my time with him. I've been hurt so many times before from boys. I just don't want it to happen again. And I finally want to find the right one. And it's ridiculous that I think that my teacher would be right for me. How old is he by the way? I've never thought about that. I don't want to have a crush on someone older than...28 woah, 11 years older than me. Ew, no. 25! That are 8 years in between us. Even though that also pretty much, it's better than 11 years. But I don't think that he is 25. He looks like 20 or something. Oh how I wish that would be true. Than it would be only 3 years I'm between us. That would be totally okay. But he probably is older. It's his face and hair that makes him look young. His beautiful dimples and his curly hair. He really is beautiful. I have to ask him how old he is. I really have to. I actually have to ask him so much. Ugh. "Ready?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I look around to see that the TV is on and he's sitting next to me with his hand around me. When did he sit down? And when did he put his hand around me? Whatever. I like it. I smile and nod. He presses play and the movie starts. Oh I know this movie! Fast and furious!  

I am trying. I really am trying to not think and enjoy the movie, but I can't. I have to know in what kind of relationship we are. I don't want to be too attached to him, when I'm just a fling in his eyes. I let out a sigh. And suddenly I feel his eyes on me. He's analysing my acting. I look up and meet his eyes. "What?" I ask confused. I really don't know what he wants from me. Did I do something wrong? But what? "Aw, come on Nicole. What's wrong? You just sit here like a robot. Do you don't like the movie? We can watch another one, if you want. Just tell me." He smiles and I can even say that he looks a bit concerned. He seems like he actually cares. That's sweet. "I...-uh..." Now or never. Come on! I sigh again and look down, scared of his reaction. "What do you think about me, like...am I just a fling for you?" Suddenly he puts his hand under my chin and lifts my head up, so I look in his eyes. "No, love." He says as he takes my face in his hands. "Don't think like that. Please. I like you, Nicole. I really do. I love how you  

blush so easily, how you smile when I smile at you, how your not fake, how you played with Anna. How you didn't freak out when I threw food at you in our food fight. You are different, Nicole. I like that. And I never ever thought about you as a fling. Not even for a second. I know that I don't know you for a long time, but I want to change that and spend more time with you. I want to get to know you more. And I know this is wrong, because I'm your teacher, but...will you be my girlfriend?" I blush. Ugh. But oh my god! Oh my god! He is perfect! I nod quickly. His concerned look changes into happiness as he crashes his lips into mine.

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Sorry. I am not proud of this chapter, because the way I wrote it...I just don't like it. But I like the content of this chapter. Cute isn't it? EEEEP!  

I haven't checked if there are mistakes. I'll do it when I'm on my laptop. Ugh I'm so sick :( hate it!  

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