I drove to school the next day all bubbly and happy, my leg and shoulder still hurt like a bitch but i was ok. I was wearing black jeans a loose t-shirt and white nikes, I wasnt wearing to best outfit, but i have to admit i looked kinda cute. I got to school alittle early so i could speak to Joey or should I say 'Mr. Clark'. His door was close so I gave a little knock and walked in. Oh. My. God. Who was she? She was on top of Joey, making out. Joey looked over at me and pushed her off of him and got up off the desk. Tears were running down my cheeks, i nodded my head 'no' to him and he shouted "NAIOMI." I looked into the big icey eyes of his and left. I ran down the hall and out side to the parking lot to my car. I opened the door of my corvette and flew my self into the drivers seat. In a rush I rammed my key into the slot and started the car. The second I was aboit to lay on the gas I hear a smack on my hood. It was Joey he ran over to the passenger side and motioned my to unlock the door. His gaze took over my thoughts and I unlocked the door. He got in and said "Drive." I laid on the gas and drove to my special spot. "Where are we going." He whispered. I didnt respond I couldnt belive he would just forget about me and go to some random slut. "Naiomi. Slow down." He said gripping my shoulder. I was so worked up I didnt even realize I was going 30 MPH over the speed limit. "Sorry." I whispered. We finially arrived to my special spot. It was my old house. It was in the middle of no where and it was completely abandoned. It was a ranch house/barn and before my mom and dad left me, I had a horse, her name was Angel. She was my best friend. But the day my mom and dad left me, i had to go to a foster home. Untill I met Kevin and he got me out. I was forced to abandon Angel and when I can I come here and wait for her to come back.
I walked Joey to the barn, I never went into my house, to many memories. "What is this place."
"Its my old house." I said softly.
We sat inside the barn on a ledge we were quite until he broke the ice by saying "Naiomi, about what you saw earlier, it didnt mean anything. I like you, I really do. I dont know, I just panicked beacause you told me so much about yourself and It was so personal, like all about Xavier and stuff."
I sighed and looked around my barn. "You know, your the only person who I have ever taken here. Kevin hasnt even been here. I really like you and I trusted you, you broke that trust and I some how ended up driving here. You make me feel loved and safe and calm. You have this effect on me." He cut me off by his lips smashing on to mine, my hand slipped around his neck and I was playing with his soft blond hair. His hands gripped my waist and he picked me up and put me on his lap. Our lips were moving in perfect sync and i wanted to stay there forever. He was hold on to me so tight and I felt to safe.
"Oh my god! You have to get back to school!!" I shouted. He chuckled and ignored what I said. He continued to kiss me. I was fine with that. We both came up for a breather and he got up and walked around the barn alittle. "You had a horse?" He said leaning up against Angels stall. I walked into her pen and picked up a picture of my sister and I. "Ya when my sister died, I saved up all my money and bought a horse, her name was Angel. When my parents left I had to abandon her."
He walked up to me and wiped away a tear from my cheek that I didnt even know was there. "You should probably get back to school." I said handing him the keys to my corvette. "Go with out me ill find a way to get back." I said smiling. "No im not going to leave you hear what if someone takes you." It was cute how worried he was. "Its fine, ill be fine just go." I said trying to push him out but he was to strong. I fell down trying to push him and we laughed. His muscular arm picked me up and pulled me into a hug. "Ok but you call me if anything happens." He said with a stern face. "Yes sir." I said saluting him. He pulled my face closer to his, his lips brushing mine. Finially he gently kissed me and left.
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my possessive teacher.
Ficção Adolescentehow would you feel if the man you met last night was you new teacher, and he is possessive.