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A Student/Teacher romance. Killian JonesxOC
After her father is arrested in connection with the disappearance of her mother, 17 year old Blaire Nolan has no choice but to be completely...
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Killian Blaire awkwardly got off my lap and picked up her shirt and put it on. She gave Liam a quick look before her eyes went to Bastian. "Hey..bud, lets go into the kitchen and see if your uncle has any ice cream, yeah?" "Daddy says I can't have sweets until after dinner and he couldn't bring me my grilled cheese." Bastian said. I picked up the food from the coffee table and handed it to Blaire. "Go into the kitchen with Blaire and she'll get you some dinner okay?" I smiled at Bastian and ruffled his hair. Bastian grabbed Blaires hand. "Okay Uncle Killy." He said and followed Blaire into the kitchen. Blaire gave me a quick glance over her shoulder before she pulled the sliding door to the kitchen closed.
I went to speak but Liam put his hand up. "What in the bloody hell is one of our students doing here Killian?" He asked. "Do you want the long answer or the short answer Liam?" I asked. "My wifes father just suffered a heart attack, I'm on a time crunch, so the short answer would be best." Liam hissed. "Liam.. I love her." I said and swallowed hard. "You love her?" Liam scoffed and shook his head and then chuckled, but it wasn't the that was funny chuckle, it was his that was the wrong answer, prepare to die chuckle. "Exactly how long has this been going on?" Liam demanded. "It started around October." I admitted. "So that Jacket you told Milah was Ariels was Blaires? You lied to me Killian you said you weren't having an affair!" Liam snapped. "I didn't lie, Halloween was when I first realized I had feelings for her Liam, we didn't really start anything until after Milah and I separated!" I said. "As if that makes this any better. Bloody hell Killian what the fuck are you doing with a student?!" "She's not just a student Liam." I sighed and sat down. "Not anymore." "She is a student Killian, and thats all she ever should have been. This is wrong. This will get you fired. It may even get me fired because I'm your brother and they will question whether I've known the whole bloody time!" Liam spat. "This girl is my everything Liam..I am begging you not to say anything." "Exactly as you've said. She is just a girl. Shes barely Eighteen, and you and I have a duty to these students, we're supposed to look after them, guide them. Not bloody sleep with them!" "Liam. Please." I begged. "This ends. Now. I don't want to have to report it, but I have a family Killian. You may not need your job, but I need mine." "So you would go to the school board? You would get me fired? Blaire expelled? Why would you do that to me?" I asked. "You aren't listening to me. I don't bloody want to! If this gets out, we will both get fired. They know how close we are. You have to end this before someone else finds out!" "Liam please don't do this. You don't understand what she means to me. I spent so many years, feeling lost, I gave up. I didn't want to paint anymore, I barely wanted to live and she brought me back to life. Don't take her from me." I pleaded. "Listen to yourself Killian. She's a student. Do you honestly think whatever this is is going to last? She's young, she'll go off to New York to her new art school and meet someone else. If you continue this, you may be what causes her to stay, to give up everything she's worked for and for what? A relationship thats not going to last?" "Blaire isn't like that Liam, and I would never stop her from going to New York!" "I don't want to hear it Killian. This ends tonight." Liam said and made his way to the kitchen.
Blaire I grabbed one of Bastians special plates from the cabinet remembering Killian told me he wouldn't eat anything if his food was touching. I looked through the togo boxes from O'Malleys. "You like chicken wings?" I asked Bastian. "Only if they don't have bones." Bastian said. "They don't. Do you want Barbeque or the hot ones?" I asked. "Barbeque please." Bastian said and climbed up into one of the kitchen chairs. "Is there ranch?" He asked. "Yep." I said and put a few Boneless wings on the plate and cut them up into smaller pieces and put a little cup of ranch on the plate in another slot. "Fries or onion rings?" "Fries. With lots of ketchup." Bastian said. "But not on them, on the side." "Of course who puts ketchup ontop of their fries?" I asked and looked at him. "People who like to watch the world burn." Bastian said with a deadpan expression. I snorted and carefully placed the fries into the bigger slot on the plate making sure they weren't touching the chicken. I opened the fridge and grabbed the ketchup and poured some into the only remaining section on the plate filling it. I carefully carried the plate and set it in front of him and grabbed him a plastic fork from the bag and put it down on the table for him. "This isn't my fork." Bastian said. I raised an eyebrow and opened the silverware drawer and looked around. "Do you have a special fork?" I asked. "It has a blue handle." Sebastian said. I dug through the drawer until I found the only fork with a blue handle and held it out. "This one?"
"Yes!" He said and reached for it. I smiled and handed him the fork. "Can I have some chocolate milk? With a straw?" He asked sweetly. I put the ketchup in the fridge and pulled the jug of chocolate milk out and looked in the cupboard for a cup. "Its the blue one." He said. I smirked. "I'm sensing that your favorite color is blue." I said as I poured him the chocolate milk. "No actually, it's red." Bastian said very matter-of-factly. Silly me. Of course it's red. "Where does your uncle keep the straws?" I asked. "Top of the fridge." he replied. I reached up and felt around the top of the fridge and I grabbed a bag of neon bendy straws. "What color?" I asked. I didn't want to pick the wrong one. "Whats your favorite color?" Bastian asked. "Purple." I said. "But theres no purple straw." I said and held out the bag for him to choose one. He picked a bright pink one and put it in his chocolate milk and took a drink. The color of the cup and the fork matters, straw does not. Got it.
"Did you know purple is one of the hardest colors to see?" Sebastian asked as I sat down at the table with him. "I didn't." I smiled. "How did you know?" "I do read." Bastian said very seriously. He was very well spoken for a 6 year old, and very very smart. "Are you staying the night too?" Sebastian asked. Well I probably was but...now? "No." I smiled. Bastian frowned. "I was hoping you could play games! Uncle Killy has a playstation, we could play Spyro." Bastian said. "Maybe next time." I offered. If there is a next time.
Killian and Liam raised their voices from the living room and Bastian turned his head to look that way. "Hey, nevermind them. Eat your chicken." I said. Bastian turned back around and went back to his chicken. "Are you Uncle Killys new wife?" Bastian asked. I dropped the onion ring I was about to put in my mouth in my lap. "Um.. no. We are just..well we are really good friends." I said. "Oh. well, you should be. I like you better than Milah. She wasn't very nice to me. Or Uncle Killy. She made him sad a lot." Bastian frowned.
Before I could even say anything else the door to the kitchen was pulled open and Liam stormed in. "Sebastian, come on we've gotta go." He said. "But you said I could stay with Uncle Killy tonight!" Bastian pouted. "Well, I've decided to take you with us instead." Liam smiled at him trying not to upset him, which clearly wasn't working as the little boys eyes welled over with fresh tears. "But you said!" He cried. "Liam just let him stay." Killian sighed. "Yeah..let him stay. I'll go." I said and stood up. Liams expression changed when he looked at me, gone was the soft expression I'd been used to all year. He was angry...scratch that, he was pissed. "You shouldn't have even been here in the first place. You stay, you two have much to discuss." He said and picked up Bastian from the chair he was sitting in. The situation was pretty upsetting as is, but Sebastians cries were absolutely heartbreaking. He didn't understand any of this and I felt terrible for him and I felt terrible for putting him directly in the middle of this.
Sebastian reached for Killian over Liams shoulder, sobbing hysterically. "Liam at least let me try to calm him down!" Killian said and then sighed again. "Please, you're going into a stressful situation with Ariels father..you don't need a meltdown on top of that." Killian reached for Sebastian. Liam sighed and let him take Sebastian. "I will be in the hallway." He said and walked out.
I leaned against the door to the kitchen watching Killian holding Sebastian He cradled the back of his head running his fingers through his red hair. He swayed back and forth rocking slightly as he spoke softly to him. It may have looked silly to anyone else to see Killian rocking a 6 year old in his arms, but it did seem to be calming him. His sobs had quieted down to wimpers. "Why is Daddy so mad at you and Blaire?" He whimpered. "Its a really long story lad." Killian said. "Please can't I stay?" Bastian begged. "I want to play with Captain, and play spyro with you. Daddy said I could stay!" "I know he did, and I know how hard it is, when you were told one thing and it changes just like that, its hard to adjust, and I'm really sorry Bastian but you can't stay tonight." Bastian started crying again, and I was fighting back tears at this point. I kind of wanted to punch Liam in his stupid face right about now even though he had every right to be upset with Killian and I. I just hated that Bastian was upset.
"Hey." Killian said and sat down with him and adjusted Basitan on his lap. "Remember how we talked about compromise?" Bastian nodded. "I know, you can't stay tonight, but if you can be really good you can stay all next weekend with me." "Even sunday?" Bastian sniffled. "Right." Killian smiled. "I'll even make breakfast and I'll take you to school." "On your motorcycle??" Bastian asked excitedly. "Oh no, your mother will kill me, we'll take the car and I'll talk to her about you maybe getting to ride on the motorcycle with me in the summer." "Okay." Bastian nodded. "Besides, we have big spring break plans to make this weekend." Killian said. "What kind of plans?" Bastian asked. "I was going to keep it a secret, but I was planning on you and I taking a trip to the science center in Portland and maybe since we'll be in the area we can swing by the zoo. That sounds fun right?" "Yes!" Bastian gasped. "I love science!" "I know you do." Killian smiled. "So you think you can be good when I take you out to the hallway where your Dad is? I know you're upset with him but its not his fault." Killian smiled. "Okay." Bastian nodded and climbed off Killians lap and sighed dramatically. "I think I'm ready." He said and held his hand out. Killian smirked and stood and took his hand and lead him to the door. Bastian turned around and waved at me. "Bye Blaire." He said. "Will you be at the gym saturday for boxing?" "Yeah. I'll be there." I smiled. At least for him I would be. "Bye bud." I said and waved.
Killian opened the door, and I could hear him and Liam say a few things to each other, but I couldn't tell what they were saying. He closed the door and turned around and looked at me. "Well...that just sucked." I said. "Remind me to punch your brother for making him cry like that." I said. "Its not his fault Blaire. Its mine. Sebastian doesn't typically handle change very well and he was told one thing and it changed too fast for him to process it. I'm just glad I could calm him down before he went into full meltdown mode. Liam and I are still learning how to work around that. Its a day by day process with him." Killian explained. "I Understand." I said and walked in the kitchen. Deep down, I knew what was coming next, and I just wanted to stall it for as long as I could.
Killian followed me into the kitchen. I picked up the plate of food that Bastian had been eating and scraped the rest of it into the trash can and walked over to the sink and rinsed the plate. "You don't have to do that, I can do it." Killian said. "Its fine." I shrugged and opened the dishwasher and put the rinsed plate and fork in and then shut the door. "Blaire.." Killian sighed. I walked around the kitchen looking for other things to clean. "Oh, I forgot the cup." I said. "Blaire, its fine I'll get it. We need to talk." Killian said.
I picked up the rest of the food in the togo boxes on the counter. "We should put this in the fridge so it doesn't go bad." I said and opened the fridge and looked for a space to put it I moved the milk over, and slid the boxes on the shelf beside it and closed the fridge. "Blaire please sit down so we can talk." Killian said. There was something heartbreaking about the way his voice cracked when he spoke. I shook my head and turned around and looked at him. "No. Generally speaking, when someone wants you to sit down to talk, they have something bad to say. So I will not be sitting, and you will not be saying what I think you are going to say." I said. My eyes welled up. "Please don't make this any harder than it has to be love." Killian said. His blue eyes were clouded over with tears. "Why does it have to be this way? Your brother knows now, maybe we give him some time to calm down and we can talk to him together." I said. "Blaire, he threatened to go to the school board." Killian said. "Why would he do that? He's your brother!" I exclaimed. "If someone else finds out, they could very well fire Liam too because they know how close we are. They'll think he knew the whole time. Ariel is a stay at home mom, Her and Bastian depend on Liams income. If hes the one to report it, his job is secure." "And yours?" I scoffed.
