Forbidden Love [student/teacher]

Why?

The plan was to meet him after school in his room. I couldn't deny the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I picked out an outfit.

I ended up with a beige sweater, and black leggings.

I arrived at school, and the butterflies never left... in fact, I think they got worse.

Even at lunch, everyone asked me if I was okay. Was I that transparent?

Then it was the last class of the day. The teacher had papers to grade so everyone was socializing, except me.

I was staring at a wall.

My anxiety level was through the roof. Even Sierra noticed and left me alone.

Ring ring ring

A wave of emotions hit me that very second when the bell rang. I was nervous, relieved, exited, and scared all at the same time.

I rushed to the bathroom. I got out a comb and brushed my hair, sprayed perfume, and fixed my clothes.

Why do I care so much?

I got out of that bathroom. Suddenly, I was face to face with room 207. Mr Adam's room. Deep breath.

I opened the door to see him sitting at his desk on the computer. He turned to me.

"Hello Ms. Rose"

"Hi Mr. A" I greeted walking towards his desk.

He looked at me. "Well, considering what your grade is, I think we should start from day one." He held out his hand. "My name is Tyler Adams."

I giggled. "Hello Mr. Adams. It's nice to meet you."

He smiled. I've only seen him smile like that when he talks to me. "It's nice to meet you too. Shall we get started?" he asked, gesturing for me to sit at the table.

*******

It was 5 o'clock. We only got through some of the content...probably because I kept zoning out.

"Do you have a ride Bailey?" Mr. Adams questioned as we strolled out of the school.

"No, I'm just walking." I replied.

He opened and closed his mouth as if he wasn't sure he should say it.

"If you want, I could drive you." He said, a little unsure of himself.

"No, I couldn't impose." I knew I wanted to take his offer, but should I?

He looked at me. "Honestly Bailey, it's fine."

I can't say no to him can I. "Okay, I guess I'll take you up on your offer then." I smirked.

We walked to his car, and sat down. It was a blood red mustang. It smelled so good inside, just like his cologne.

He looked at me and smiled to himself. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and a giddy feeling in my chest.

I gave him the directions, and we arrived 5 minutes later.

"Thanks! I owe you one." I said while gathering my things.

My parent's cars aren't in the driveway...they aren't home...

"Do you want to come in for some coffee?" I cautiously asked.

He looked skeptical. "I couldn't impose."

I took a deep breath. "Mr. A its just coffee and I really do owe you. I hate feeling like I'm in debt."

He sighed "Fine... just coffee."

We walked into the house. I got the coffee machine ready and sat down next to him at the table. I need to get my feelings straightened out right now.

"Mr.Adams, remember the night before school... at Johnny Rockets?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, I actually do." He replied, and his face started to become red.

"Umm..." how do I say this "....ever since then...I can't stop thinking about you."

I watched him, and it looked like he was trying to say something, but nothing came out. The only thing you could hear was the coffee machine starting up.

Say something!

"Bailey... I can't... I mean... we can't do this. Im sorry, I have to go." He rushed out of the house, and I listened to his car drive off.

I felt stiff, and couldn't move. I felt like all my emotions were fighting to get out, but couldn't. I ran up to my room and closed the door.

Idiot idiot idiot! Why did I admit that!

I guess I thought there was a chance he felt the same.

My vision slowly became blurry. I was trying my hardest to suppress every feeling that tried to escape, until a single tear fell down to my cheek. Then...I broke down all at once. It started to become hard to breathe and I felt dizzy.

I climbed into bed and sobbed in my pillow. I was a wreck. The pain wouldn't go away.

Minutes, maybe hours passed with me lying in my sheets, contemplating life. The tears finally stopped falling, but that didn't stop the headache that was creeping up on me.

I slowly got out of my bed, and walked to my bathroom. I popped some Advil pills in my mouth, and washed them down with water.

Why did it hurt so much? Why do I feel this way?

I've had crushes before, but I never got this worked up over them. This was something different, something indescribable.

I need someone right now. I can't handle this on my own.

Walking to my drawer, I picked up my phone and dialed Sierra.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sierra. Can you come over, I kinda need you right now?" my voice was wavering a bit.

"Are you okay? Im coming over right now Bails!" You could hear the worried tone in her voice. She really is a good friend.

5 minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring. I opened it, and Sierra rushed to give me a hug. It was warm, soft, and comforting to say the least.

She pushed away and looked at me. "What happened?"

I couldn't tell her everything... "Rejection happened."

"Bailey it's fine. No one likes being rejected. Trust me I know." she giggled.

For the rest of the night, we ate ice cream and watched sappy love movies while booing when they got together.

Also, remember the guy at the party that Sierra was talking to? Apparently, he asked her out last night. To be honest, I was pretty jealous of her, but ecstatic at the same time.

She had to leave at ten since it was a school night, so I took a shower and went to bed.. well, attempted to. I was too scared for the sun to shine through my windows the next morning.