Consequences of Flirting (Teacher x Student)

Chapter 4 - Love is Forever

"They say that love is forever,
Your forever is all that I need."

- If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn
Sleeping With Sirens

Tomorrow night is parents evening which basically means that parents, or in my case parent, have to attend a short meeting with each of their child's teachers. This usually occurs at the end of the year but, due to exams, they're holding them the day right before half term. Pupils are encouraged to attend but my mother usually forces me to go. I don't mind as such, it's just that I wasn't exactly looking forward to her meeting my science teacher.

Speaking of my science teacher, where the fuck was he? He wasn't usually late to lessons... Well, there was the odd occasion. No ones perfect, right?

Perhaps he got caught in the storm that I'd expertly managed to avoid. When I say avoid, I mean reaching the school just as the clouds decided to give up and release their contents. I fiddled with my slightly damp shirt nervously. Where was he?

I quickly glanced at the raindrops that covered the entirety of the window pane before diverting my attention to the clock on the wall. He was nearly 10 minutes late. I seemed to be the only student, however, who actually cared. The others were chatting amongst themselves, some louder than others. The loudest voices, I noted, were talking about me. Ironically, the girls behind me were the ones who were talking about me behind my back.

"Aww, look at little Jim," One of the girls began mockingly, "He's worried about poor Mr Holmes."

I clenched my fists under the table.

"Probably because he's got a crush on him." Another girl joined in. They started laughing although nothing they had said was funny in any way. I don't mean that in a it's-not-funny-because-you're-being-mean-to-me way, I mean it genuinely wasn't even mildly humorous.

The door burst open and Sherlock rushed in, dripping wet. My breath hitched in my throat as I admired every inch of his body. His white shirt stuck to his surprisingly toned body, resting on his skin. It was practically transparent, much to my delight. My eyes independently trailed down to his trousers, which were tighter that usual, if that was even possible, due to the rain. I was suddenly finding it incredibly hard to breathe with all the completely inappropriate fantasies I'd somehow managed to create within a few seconds. I'm pretty sure all the things my mind managed to come up with were illegal. I bit my lip. Shit, I was being turned on by my teacher.

"Sorry I'm late guys." He muttered so fast that I could barely decipher it. Running a hand through his soaked hair, he sat down at his desk, completely unaware of the torture he was putting me through.

I was finding it increasingly hard to focus throughout the lesson. No matter where I looked, my eyes were always redirected to him. I felt a strange tingly feeling travel around my body. It was like more aggressive version of butterflies. I crossed my legs, shuffling uncomfortably. Don't get me wrong, I didn't entirely dislike the feeling...

When the bell finally rang to indicate the end of the lesson, I practically ran towards the door. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand one more second in that room without wanting to rip Sherlock's shirt off.

"Jim?" My teacher called out, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

I paused, mentally composing myself.  I waited for the door to close before answering, "What is it?"

He ushered me over to where he was currently sitting, his desk. I pulled up and chair and sat down, forcing my eyes to look at his face instead of anywhere else. In theory, we could do anything and it would remain between us, this room and this desk. I began to weigh out the possibility of something happening.