Difficult | Teacher x Student

Five. DL

Damian Lores

I know I'm not supposed to be attracted to my students. And I know better than to engage with students that interest me. But it's stronger than me.

Whenever I see her I can't take my eyes off her. She has a way of moving, talking, and breathing that makes you want more. I don't know her personally but she's been intriguing since day one.

I may seem like a stalker when I searched her up. Andrea Davis, even her name sounds perfect. A love-struck teenager is how most would describe the way I'm talking/thinking right now, but I'm not. I have never loved anyone before, all the girls I've had were purely out of lust.

I just can't help but feel attracted to her. She looks so innocent and good, the kind of girl who looks like she would save it until marriage, but for real is a beast. That much I got from the stuff she reads in her spare time.

Her grades are perfect, except for one, her first assignment in my class. When she said it was unfair for her to get the bad grade I couldn't help but want to change it. She already has that much power. But I can't just change a grade out of nowhere, there is a procedure for that.

That's why I wanted her to retake the assignment. Make her assignment again and this time the way I want it. So I sent her an email to explain she could remake the assignment. I normally don't do this but like I said, she has this power to manipulate my mind. Even without interacting.

Not even an hour later I got a mail back from her. She made her assignment again and sent it via mail.

Hello, My name is Andrea Davis and I take Social Psychology as my major. I live in Stanford, California.
I live alone with my older brother, he's very protective but I love him to death.
Before moving here I lived with my parents in a small neighbourhood in Texas, I'm not specifying which one for obvious reasons.
In my free time, I like to read, paint, hang out with my friends, and watch movies with them.
I'm not the kind of person who wants to go out. I'd rather stay inside.
If you wanted to know a small fact about me, I got a tattoo on my sixteenth birthday and to this day my parents still don't know about it.
I hope you like this assignment more than my previous one. :)

Her assignment was practically identical, she only added a small fact about the tattoo. It made me smile to know she had it. I could only imagine where it was and what she got. I wanted to know.

I leaned back in my chair and let my head tilt back, I'm fucked.

All I can think about is her now. And what she had tattooed, where it was, a place she could hide from her parents for 5 years. She is 21, right? I saw her at a bar drinking alcohol. But then again it wouldn't surprise me if she wasn't old enough to drink. She did say she was there with her friend, Jessica, and she's known to be a party freak.

I was ripped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ring. I groaned and picked up.

"Hello?" I said being too tired to properly introduce myself.

"Hey hunny, I miss you," I heard a screeching voice say. I recognised it immediately.

"Janine? What do you want?" I said already annoyed to hear her.

"I'm all alone, I wanted to see if you were free tonight," she said. She thought she sounded sexy, but she was far from that.

"I'm pretty busy at the moment," I lied, I didn't wanna hurt her feelings. Why did I even give her my number? We had one night together and now she's calling me all the time.

"Too busy for me?" I could hear her pout but it didn't do anything for me.

"Yes, I have to go now," I said and pressed the phone button to end the call. I could hear her say love you right before the call ended.

This whole interaction made my mood go down the drain.

I quickly opened a bottle of Whiskey and took a shot. Hoping to calm my brain.

It's only when I drink that I can forget about how miserable I am. I'm living all alone in a penthouse, I'm 34 years old and I don't have a family, I have only my job, alcohol and casual hookups.

Before I knew half the bottle was empty and I lay passed out on the sofa.

*•*•*

The whole time during my Lecture, I couldn't focus. Only because I know if that bell hadn't rung something more than a kiss would've happened.

Eye contact with her was hard, only because I felt like I couldn't look away. She bit her pencil when she wasn't writing, and when she was writing her face had a cute expression.

I had to go on and teach this class.

"We went over childhood traumas, and now we will see how childhood trauma can lead to a weird way of thinking. How a small event can escalate into Psychosis." I said while skipping through irrelevant slides.

"I expect you all learned about the butterfly effect sometime in life. If you haven't it's when a very small event can affect something very big, like choosing to go out and drink, then you can choose between an Uber and getting home safely or you can drive and get in a car accident which can lead to being paralysis." I explained. Some of the students were taking notes while others weren't. Most already knew what it was after all.

As if on cue the bell rang when I was done talking.

"You are all dismissed," I said and saw the room empty.

"Miss Davis, can I talk to you?" I asked when I saw her and her friend were still there. I saw them exchanging a few words before Ms. Smith walked out and Ms. Davis walked to the front.

"I wanted to talk to you about last week," I said and sat down behind my desk. She sat on the opposite side of the desk on the chair. "I'm sorry for what happened," she apologised.

She didn't do anything wrong I initiated the whole event. "That was all me, and I'm sorry I let my personal needs take over."

I saw her shift in her chair. She nodded, but her eyes didn't look like she was sorry.

"I'm going to be honest with you," I waited a second to find the right words. "I've been attracted to you since the first day. You've intrigued me. And I wanna know more about you," I said.

Ms. Davis looked down and bit her lip. She didn't look like she was grossed out by what I said, which relieved me.

"Sir, I," she began but she cut herself off.

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I hope you liked this POV, if not I will make it better or stop writing from his point of view.

See you later!!