Teacher's Pet

CH5

**Time skip to Friday because I can't write a week of nothingness**

The dismissal bell rings and kids start pouring out of the classrooms. I slowly pack my bag, not in any particular hurry.After it's all done, I make my way over to Trixie's classroom so we can go back to her place. I missed being over there all week. I miss sitting on her bed with Trixie. The wait's over now, at least.

I stand next to the doorway, letting the last few people through before I step into the class.

"You ready to go, Trix?" I ask. She nods, grabbing her purse.

"I'm gonna go into my car, then you wait 5 minutes. When that time's up, then you can join. It's crucial nobody sees us together."

I pause. "Trix, please help the Russian bitch out. What does crucial mean?"

She laughs. "It means something's very important. Like this." She gestures vaguely to us. I nod, understanding. "Shall we go?" I nod again. We walk out into the parking lot, and I sit with my back against the school's cool brick wall as Trixie walks into her car. The car has tinted windows, so nobody can tell she's in it. After she closes the door, I set a timer for 5 minutes. It's a painful wait, but I know it must be done. Sure there might be people not paying attention, but they would if they saw a student and a teacher getting in a car on a Friday afternoon together. Once the timer hits 5 seconds, I turn it off and stand up, leisurely walking to her car before sliding into the passenger seat, closing the door quickly before anyone could see Trixie in it.

"Hey Kat, how's your week been? We didn't talk too much." She says.

"I didn't do too much, just my homework, primarily. I saw some beautiful waterfalls, but they're nothing compared to you." I smile. She blushes and lowers her head down a bit.

"Ok stop being a sappy bitch so we can go and watch Jodie Foster as planned!" She laughs. We're still in the lot, so I shush her. She nods in agreement before turning the car on and leaving the parking lot.Her house is fairly far away, as all teacher's houses seem to be, so we roll down the windows for air, not worrying about anyone seeing us.

We get back to her house, and sit on her couch. She turns the TV on, then pulls out a shelf from underneath the couch. Huh. I didn't notice that before. She rummages around through blankets and boxes before finding a smaller box marked "sticks" in her messy handwriting. She opens it, and it's full of various memory sticks. She pulls one out, and there's a piece of tape on it labeling it "Lesbo" which I assume to mean lesbian. She gets up and places it into her PS3. She fiddles with the old console for a minute before sitting back down. She flips to HDMI1, which leads to the PS3 screen. Trixie goes through everything on the stick until she gets to a folder marked "Jodie Foster" and it's just a bunch of movies she was in. I laugh.

"Silence of the lambs?" She suggests. I nod. She starts playing it, before rummaging around in the shelf again, pulling out a blanket, and finally closes it. She shakes it out, putting it on herself. "You want a blanket Kat?" She asks. Instead of answering, I just get under hers. There's enough space so we're not crowded, but it's nice to be this close to her again. To be able to see her body and feel her warmth and smell the comforting vanilla and hear her breathing. I smile, laying on her chest again. The sound of her heartbeats more calming than I thought it'd be. I wrap one of my arms around her, basking in the comfort she brings.

Psychological horror doesn't scare me, only the mild jumpscares throughout the movie. Trixie laughs as I jump a bit from the head in the garage."Aww, are you my scared lil baby?" She mocks. I nod, agreeing. She giggles. My god, she's so adorable.

A few minutes later, she asks "are you still up for anything?" She checks. A bit out of nowhere, considering context, but I nod nonetheless. "I'm coming up with ideas, so I'm just checking."

She doesn't bring it up for the rest of the night, so I assume she's saving it for later. I kinda hoped she'd fuck me again, or she'd let me fuck her, but apparently not. We watch a few more movies then she turns to me. "You want food?" She asks. I nod. "What are you up for?"

"I'm a really picky eater, sorry. I'm fully up for curry, though." I say.

"I'm not a huge fan of curry. Anything else?"

"Pizza? I hate cheese except for if it's warm." I laugh.

"Damn that is picky..." She thinks aloud. Trixie gets up and grabs a pizza flyer from the fridge, then brings it over to the couch. "What kind do you want?" I pause for a moment. What does she mean what kind?

"What do you mean? In Russia there was cheese and pepperoni. Sometimes there'd be disgusting chicken on it. What else is there?"

She gets confused. "There's a lot more pizza than that. Either way, you wanna just order a cheese pizza to play it safe?" I nod. She flips to the drinks, and I point to the sugar free section.

"I don't like sugar drinks." I try to explain.

"So you prefer sugar free drinks to the normal ones?" She clarifies. I nod. "Alrighty. We got diet Pepsi, Coke, Redbull, root beer..." She trails off.

"Redbull, please?" I ask. She nods

"I'll get a normal root beer for myself." Trixie says. She gets her phone out from her purse, and orders it.

After it arrives and we start to eat, she turns to me. "Is there any reason why you prefer sugar free?" She asks.

"The um... feeling thingy where its smooth or bumpy but for food... hhh what's that called? Anyway that thing, it's different with the ones that have sugar and I don't like it." I try to explain.

She chuckles. "Thats called texture, and texture goes for everything from food to clothes to walls." She tells me.

"Ohh okay. Anyhow the texture thing, yeah no I don't like it." She laughs this time.

"Alright then. After this movie, do you wanna just go to bed, or stay up more, or...?" She trails off.

I think about it. "What's the time?"

"11. It's your choice, though."

"Ok. I kinda wanna stay up, is that good?"

Trixie laughs. "Yes, you homo. Of course it's ok! That's why I asked you!" I join her in laughing.

We eat the pizza, leaving only 2 slices left. I down the red bull, knowing it'll keep me awake for at least the next 3 hours. She lays on the couch, this time sideways. I lay on her, my head on her soft abdomen. She's so sweet. She smells it, looks it, acts it, and I bet tastes sweet. I wish I could fuck her. She'd be so hot. Now's not the time, though. She loosely lays her big, warm hands on my back. Fuck, she's so beautiful. And soft and caring and kind and gentle. I'm fucked. Trixie isn't really paying attention to me, she's just watching the movie. I don't quite care about the tv, just her. I'd sit through anything to be with her like this.

After another movie or two, Trixie's fast asleep. She's snoring softly, and is completely adorable. I wanna get up and pepper her whole face in kisses. I decide to fall asleep as well. I'd never be able to fall asleep like this, on a couch, after chugging red bull by myself, but Trixie's so soft and safe I could just fall asleep anywhere.