Detention (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 5

Brandon and I sat in science, working on another lab. This time, the chemicals were a little more dangerous and Mr. Reynolds had warned us to be careful.
Mr. Reynolds. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a green polo that hugged his toned chest and abdomen nicely, but was not skin tight. The teachers got to dress casually ok Fridays, which for some looked a bit odd and out of place.
"Okay class, start cleaning up your materials. No homework for the weekend. I hope you all enjoyed your first week back," Mr. Reynolds said loud enough for everyone to hear.
Brandon and I cleaned our work area up, and waited for the bell. Once it rang, everyone got up and left. As we were walking out, I slowed down.
"I'll catch up to you in lunch," I told Brandon. He smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows, and I rolled my eyes playfully. I went over to where Mr. Reynolds was sitting at his computer.
"Can I do something for you, Jasmine?" He said, looking up at me. His eyes sparkled beautifully.
"Uh, well I never got the chance to thank you for the smoothie last night. You really didn't have to.." I said, a bit nervously. God this man really messed with my head.
"Oh don't worry about it. Consider it a make-up for what happened on Wednesday," he said, smiling.
Wednesday? What happened Wednesday? I had detention...Was it because I got so upset? Confused, I decided not to ask so I didn't make myself look like a fool.
"So what are your plans for the weekend?" He asked, before I could say anything. I thought for a moment.
"Well, I might hang out with a friend on Sunday. Other than that, I don't think I have anything to do," I answered. Wow, some social life I have.
"Well, tomorrow night there's a special science presentation going on at the museum. You should go, if you want. Not that you would want to, because what normal person would? I'll be there..Not that it makes a difference," he cheeks flushed, making my heart go crazy. He was rambling, and blushing. All while telling me I should go somewhere that he'd be on a Saturday night. I laughed slightly, hoping to make him a little more comfortable.
"Well, maybe I will. Who knows, maybe I'll get extra credit for it?" I smirked. He seemed to calm down a little.
"Well I guess we'll just have to see if you show up or not," he smiled. The late bell rang, and I realized I was tardy for my next class.
"Oh crap," I muttered. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pad of blue passes.
"Where are you going next?" He asked, starting to fill it out.
"Spanish," I replied. He wrote everything down, ripping it off and handing it to me.
"Thank you sir," I smiled gratefully.
"Now you really have to go tomorrow," he smiled jokingly.
"Maybe I will maybe I won't. You'll just have to find out," I said, turning and walking out the door.
What had just happened? Did I just agree to go on a date with my teacher? Surely it wasn't a date. He hadn't asked me to go, he said I could go if I wanted. And I didn't even necessarily have to see him there. It probably didn't mean anything, but the fact that I seemed to be the only one he mentioned it to made me smile to myself. I really was crushing on him.

I tore through my closet, trying to decide on what to wear. Should I wear something nice? Causal? Was is supposed to be formal?
I had decided to go because well, how could I not? I'd get to see Mr. Reynolds, and maybe even get some extra credit, which is never a bad thing.
I decided on a navy blue skater skirt, with a white blouse. It wasn't too formal or too casual, so it should fit it with however everyone else was dressed. I curled my hair, and put a little makeup on, going for a more natural look. I slid my black flats on and looked at the clock. It was 6:25. The presentation began at 7:15, and it would take me around 15 minutes to get there. I decided to leave now, because getting there early wouldn't be a bad thing. Who knows what parking would be like, and I could always look around at the exhibits if I had extra time.
Grabbing my keys and a small wrist bag, I said goodbye to my mom and dad and left. On the drive to the museum, I listened to my Nickleback CD and sang along quietly. When u pulled in to the parking lot, there were a decent amount of cars there already. I pulled into a space, checked how I looked in my mirror, and walked inside.
The museum was filled with people milling about. However most everybody seemed to be dressed semi-formally, which was a good thing on my part. I checked my watch. It was 7:05. I looked around, hoping to find Mr. Reynolds, but my search was cut short when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and met the steel grey eyes that had been haunting my dreams for the past few nights. I smiled as I took in his appearance. He had on black dress pants and a white dress shirt. His hair was gelled back and he was cleanly shaven. His cologne and aftershave together were enough to make me swoon. However, I kept myself together as best I could.
"I see you made it," he smiled.
"How could I not?" I replied.
"Couldn't resist seeing me, could you?" He winked teasingly. My stomach lurched. No, I couldn't resist seeing you. But I didn't say that out loud.
"Well, I could really use some extra credit," I teased. He gasped slightly in a joking matter, before laughing.
"I don't blame you. Do you want anything to drink?" He asked.
"Yea sure, that'd be great," I responded. He disappeared into the crown for a few minutes. When he came back, he was holding two glasses filled with a goldish colored liquid.
"I know you're not of age yet, but it's all they have. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to," he said, offering me one of the glasses. I took it, thanking him.
"Don't worry, my parents are okay with me having it, as long as I don't have too much," I reassured him.
"Well, here's to science," he said, holding his glass up. I chuckled, tapping my glass against his before taking a sip of the champagne. The carbonation stung my throat slightly.
Soon after, the presentation began. For the most part, it was pretty boring and I questioned why I actually decided to come, when I remembered the handsome man standing next to me, who just so happened to be my teacher.
When it was, finally, over, people stayed for a few minutes to chat about the presentation, and then started to leave. Mr. Reynolds walked me out to my car, "just to make sure I made it okay," as he said. I didn't mind though.
When we got to my silver jeep, I stopped and turned to face him. His body was only a foot, if that, from mine. I looked into his eyes, seeing how content and relaxed he looked.
"Well, it wasn't the most exciting thing for you, I know. But I do appreciate you coming," he said, with a genuine smile on his face.
"Oh it wasn't so bad," I said, not lying completely. He chuckled.
"Well even so, it was fun seeing you," he took a step closer, now inched from me. "Yea," I said, my breathing hitching.
"I uh, suppose you deserve some extra credit for tonight?" His voice was getting quieter, his eyes locked on mine.
"I better, for putting up with you," I teased. My body grew hot, my heart was racing. He came even closer, our bodies touching now. Slowly, he leaned down and brushed his lips onto mine. My eyes fluttered shut, my whole body numb. He kept his lips against mine for a few more seconds, before pulling away slowly. It took me a minute, but my eyes finally opened. His were already searching my face, for some sort of reaction. My breathing was slightly heavy, my face on fire. There was only one thing I could think to do.
I stood up on my tippy toes, and brought my lips to his again. This time, our lips moved in sync. It was a slow, gentle kiss. Everything in my mind disappeared for a few moments. All there was right here, right now, was Mr. Reynolds and I.
I finally pulled away, and instantly looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. My heart was pounding. What if he thought it was a mistake? I'm his student, this was so against the rules. Not to mention I was only 17, although that wasn't going to last long. I turn 18 on Monday.
Silence filled the air around us. Our eyes were fixed upon one another's. Finally, a small smile danced upon his lips, making me inwardly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Goodnight Jasmine, I'll see you in class on Monday" he said, his voice low and seducing. He gently kissed my cheek, before turning to walk to his own car. I stood there, frozen in place for probably 5 minutes before I realized to get into my car. The whole thing replaying in my head, over and over. I caught myself grinning like a fool on the drive home.