I am the Teachers Pet.

Frozen in paradise 

My eyes were wide open as I admired the man sleeping next to me so peacefully. I didn't want to get out of bed but maybe I could make him something to eat, it was the least I could do. The sunlight peered through the lace curtains as splashes of sun illuminated his perfect skin. With regret I sluggishly pulled myself up by wrapping my hands round the bars on my bed, I propped myself on the edge of my bed as I pulled the hair out of my face that rested in my eyes. I took a deep breath before I settled again. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. I still had a while before school stated and I wanted to make sure I was on time, not for my sake but for Theo. But first I needed to get out of these cloths, they were slept in and worn the whole day yesterday. I saw that Theo had left his white shirt folded up on the side. I wasn't sure if I should take it or not. I decided not to, he has to wear it today. I grabbed an old grey oversized hoodie hanging up on my door, I took of my trousers and just stayed in my white underwear with the jumper over the top. I took one last look at him, it looked like he was made by the gods them self. His abs were prominent as was his v line leading to his... well you know.

I tiptoed to the kitchen and started making the batter for pancakes. I made quite the mess but that was future me's problem. I added blueberry's and syrup to them as I dusted them with icing sugar. I popped them on a plate with a polished knife and fork and headed upstairs where he was still asleep. I knocked on my bedroom door frame and he rubbed his eyes.

Theo's POV

Wow, what a thing to wake up to, Clementine stood by the bedroom door with food in her hand. She was beautiful and so fucking sweet. I looked her up and down before I moved my hair out of my face to see more clearly. She looked at me so mysteriously, although she is so innocent I don't even think she knows what she is doing to me. All I could see is her thick thighs with some tight underwear and a huge jumper, she left me breathless. " Room service" she announced still leaning on the door. I chucked as she made her way over to me.

Clementine's POV

I knew exactly what I was doing and I loved every second of it. I smiled at him as I made my way over to where he was laid. He was now sat up right staring at me. His eyes looked at every inch of my body and I felt like I was going to explode. I handed him the food and said "Eat up, you don't want to be late do you?" He looked at me in disbelief. "You made this for me?" He asked while grabbing my hand to join him on the bed. "Well urm yeah... I thought maybe" he cut me off "you are too sweet for your own good Clementine Wills" I giggled as he took the plate of food off of me smiling.

I jumped into the other side of the bed as I watched this man meticulously decide how he was going to approach his first bite. His knife and fork singling down to one spot and into the fluffy pancakes made my stomach rumble, not out of hungriness for food but hungriness for him. I closed my eyes as I slowly sank back into the cushioned bedding dreaming of peaceful, serenities. I wondered what my life could be like with him in it permanently. The piece he brings me is like no other. I slowly opened my eyes as I traced my finger over the seam of the duvet. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head as I did so.

"What are you thinking about" he asks with a half smile.

"Nothing" I keep quiet, trying not to tell him that I would do anything to keep him in my life as a permanent fixture. Trying not to tell him that he is my solution to happiness.

I turn on my side and face him as he uses his hand to ever so gently wipe away some syrup from his bottom lip. His gaze intensifies as he asks again "what are you really thinking about".

I pause.

I needed a moment to try and think of something that sounds less obsessive and pathetic.

"You". I spoke in a soft whisper hoping he wouldn't hear me but he did. He always hears me.

He frowned as he pushed the plate away from him and placed it on the bedside table turning back to look at me. He slowly and gently pushed a stray hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. "I think about you too" he says this looking down at my lips. He looks sad.

"I don't know what to do" he breaks the silence as he looks at me one last time before getting up.

I didn't realise he thought about me, probably not the same way I think about him but then again why would he. I cleared my throat as I pushed myself up on both arms and looked at this perfect man one more time.

"We should probably get going" he says, once again breaking the silence.

"Yeah of course" I say with a forced smile.

He could tell, he can always tell when I'm not happy. But this time he didn't say anything. I think he knows that this is all just one big pipe dream.