It Started With A Kiss [Teacher/Student Relationship]

It Started With A Kiss - Chapter 8

"Step outside, Ms. Moore."

"Why? I didn't even do an---"

"NOW."

I nodded and started walking my way outside the classroom. I don't know what his problem is, but I'm sure as hell it involves me.  Ever since the class started, he kept stealing glances at me, making sure if I was paying attention or not. Of course I wasn't. After everything that happened in the past week, everything just went downhill.

I found out that I had drama class with Jacob. We have this big play coming up in December. The play was called 'Lovers In Paris'. Pretty lame, I know. What's worse, me and Jacob both received the best part. I'm playing as 'Kassandra', an 18 year old girl who's studying fashion in Paris. Jacob had 'Erik', a 20 year old guy who's very poor, and lives only in the streets. Erik was homeless, and when Kassandra spotted him in the streets of Paris, it was love at first sight for her. Her friends would tease her about Erilk because Kassandra was filthy rich, and Erik was well, homeless.

I don't know what will happen next, but I'm pretty darn excited about it to be honest, because there will be a kissing scene.

I sighed at the thought of it and stood outside Mr. Fuller's Drama class. My back was leaning against the lockers, and minutes later, Mr. Fuller was leaning there with me.

"So...." I started.

"Oh yeah, sorry." Said Mr. Fuller scratching his head. "Why aren't you paying attention, Daphne?"

Well you see, I have this crazy ex-boyfriend who wouldn't stop staring at me, I have you as my teacher, my crush. You're so hot and I can't stop day-dreaming about what you and I will do in the future. You have a perfect voice, and your presence just make me feel like I'm in heaven. touche, Daphne. touche

'Daphne' I thought. That's the second time he called me by my first name.

Speaking of first names...

"Why did you come to my house, sir?"

"Don't change the su--"

"Damn man just fucking answer me!" I demanded.

I heard him sigh. I looked up and saw his handsome face already looking at me. Man he looked so hot today. He was wearing a black sweater and tucked it in between his cut jeans.

I've probably been staring at him for a while when I heard him chuckle.

Embarassed, I bowed my head down and looked away. "Just answer my question, Mr. Fuller."

"Please, just call me Joshua when no one's around."

That's pretty cute. This past week, I've been having this weird feeling when he's around. Whenever I look at him, he makes me hypnotize by his amazing looks, like he controls me. And I get butterflies, too.

"Stop thinking about me Daphne." Joshua, I mean Mr. Fuller whispered in my ear.

I shivered at his contact. He must've felt it because he pushed me against the lockers and reluctantly put my legs around his waist. Both of his hands were either side of me, while I grabbed his sweater and pulled him closer to my face.

What the hell just happened?

But I didn't care. All I wanted to do was kiss him badly right now. I don't care if we're at school, I don't care if somebody see's us. This man was all I cared about, and Jacob, too.

"What are we doing?" I whispered as I kept my eyes on him. He shook his head and leaned closer to me. "Joshua, kiss me." I mumbled as he grew closer and closer until our foreheads had touched. I could sense his heavy breathing as his lips were now closer to mine, really close... until he broke away.