The Teacher Next-Door

Chapter Eight

Professor Jackson smiled in my direction and brought the mug to his lips, his lingering stare burning straight through my soul. It took everything in me to not faint in front of him and my mother. Those eyes; they really fuck you up. 

Instead of passing out and smacking my face onto the hardwood floor, an unplanned smile tugged at my lips.

"Good morning you two!" I plopped down in a seat next to my annoyed mother, who clearly did not enjoy me interrupting their little love-fest. "Did you know class starts soon, Professor Jackson?" My left eye twitched as I forced a grin faker than Claire's extensions. "I guess you better get going, huh?"

Professor Jackson checked his Rolex watch, his perfectly shaped brow arched. "I guess you're right, Mary." He stood up from his chair, pushing it in as he looked at my mom with a giddy expression on his face. "I'll talk to you soon, Jennifer."

Barf.

"Bye, Michael." She smiled, trying to hide the pain in her voice as she said those two words, the words no one would ever want to say to that man.

He glanced at her one last time, before turning his attention to me. "I'll see you in class." I gulped as he flashed that perfect smile of his at me. "Don't be late."

I instantly rolled my eyes, causing him to chuckle. "That's funny coming from the man who has a class to teach in less than twenty minutes."

Professor Jackson let out a loud laugh in response to my remark.

"Mary," My mom interjected. "lighten up a bit."

"No, it's alright." Professor Jackson replied, still maintaining eye contact with me as his hand was now on our front door knob. He looked me up and down. "Nice outfit, by the way."

Then with that, he closed the door gently behind him, leaving my mother and I sitting in complete silence. My mouth was fully agape, practically on the floor, because of his compliment. The way he looked at me too? My God.

"Mary, close your mouth, sweetie. You'll get a fly stuck in there." My mom instructed.

I quickly closed my mouth.

"Mom," I started. "Can I ask you a quick question?"

"Sure. What's up?" She replied.

"Why do you hang out with Mr. Jackson? You know he has a fiancé, right?" I asked.

My mom's response to this was a scoff, which was followed by her storming out of the kitchen, her high-heels clicking and clacking aggressively on the hardwood floor.

My mom was being so dramatic, which wasn't out of character for her. I asked her a valid question and now she was probably not going to talk to me for the rest of the day, all because she wanted to get laid.

Pushing my unwanted thoughts of my hot teacher sleeping with my mother aside, I grabbed my bag and checked myself out in the body length mirror one more time, still very satisfied with my new "look". I couldn't wait to see the reactions of the people I passed by in the hallway.

I headed out of the door, locking it behind me as I stepped onto the porch. My walking soon came to a halt when I noticed the Rolls Royce still parked outside.

"Hey, again." Professor Jackson rolled down his window. He rested his arm on the car door, flashing me that signature bright smile. "Can I tell you something, even if it might slightly ruin your day?"

My honest reaction was to tell him to go fuck himself, because this man had a lot of nerve.

First, what kind of fucking question was that? Second, the fact he was flirting with my mom while he had a fiancé was just gross... Third, having Claire in his house, who was, and always will be, the biggest cunt on this planet. Finally, fourth, for looking at me the way he did. Call me crazy, but I hadn't seen him stare into anyone's eyes the way he did mine.

However, I could be biased in making that statement. Until he gazes at someone the way he does me, I'll continue living in my delusion.

Even though I would've loved to give this man a piece of my mind, I was weak and couldn't resist those curls and that smile. Ugh. That perfect, straight toothed, pearly white smile.

"Fine. What is it?" I questioned loudly, walking closer to the car that was more expensive than my entire house.

"Your tires are flat." He informed me. I instantly whipped my head around to inspect the damage. Sure enough, all four of them were completely deflated and melting into the concrete. "Yeah. Slashed I'm assuming."

I shot him a 'no shit!' look and I could tell he was suppressing a smirk. UGH.

"Great! Just fucking GREAT!" I groaned. His face immediately twisted with concern as I began having a meltdown. "The funny part is, I already know who did this shit."

"Claire." He stated.

"Yep!" I laughed. "Which is just so perfect. Seriously, so fucking dandy and perfect!" I was now crying, face in hands and all of that jazz. "As if she didn't ruin enough for me already. The black eye I'm going to be sporting for the next week wasn't good enough for her? Not to mention everyone at school thinks I'm some whore and hates me now."

As I was sitting on the curb, sobbing so hard I could barely get a breath in, I felt a large hand on my back.

Professor Jackson's hand was actually on my back. I felt like I had been electrocuted, but in the best way possible.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked, his voice soft and comforting.

Rip my clothes off with your perfect teeth. I thought to myself. Instead I said, "No, I'm fine."

He smirked, which made me believe for a second that he could hear my thoughts. I felt my face flush as he removed his hand from my back and opened his passenger car door.

"You are so stubborn, girl. Are you sure you don't need anything? Or even want a ride?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. You're going to be late if you stay here any longer."

"You know I don't mind, Mary."

Ugh. It was so tempting to just climb in his passenger seat and have a few minutes of pure alone time with him, but I knew better than that. The whole situation was too messy—his fiance, my mom, and Claire... No thank you. Not to mention, my tires were slashed so I had to call the police and get my car towed to a shop.

"Just go, Professor Jackson. I'm fine. Seriously." I said in the sternest tone I could manage.

"If you say so," He sighed. "Well if I don't see you in class, I hope you have a better rest of your day. Everything will be okay."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement." I crossed my arms over my chest, just wanting to be alone. "Bye, Professor."

"Bye, Mary."