I'm in love with my teacher

chapter 16

((Jessica's P.O.V))
The day went by rather quickly. After my encounter with Roger lunch passed by swiftly and was somewhat boring. Last period was Welsh, in which again I am failing. I spent the whole lesson doodling or listening to other's speak welsh; though I had no-clue as to what they were saying. Personally welsh just sounds like gibberish crap....and that's bad because I am originally from Wales, but moved to London with my family at a young age.
Anyways, as mentioned the rest of the day went by quickly and was rather boring. I now find myself walking around the school, slowly making my way towards Roger's classroom. The school has already seemed to have emptied, no students lurking around and clearly have rushed to get home. As I walk past classrooms and peek through the windows I can see teachers sat at desks, marking work or doing some lesson planning; each teacher looking miserable and wanting to go home.
With a small smile...well not exactly small, on my face I approach Roger's classroom. Excited to see Roger and get this tutoring stuff started. Ever since we arranged the tutoring session for tonight I have been over the moon- not able to wait for school to end....so I had been feeling that for about 2 hours, possibly less. I had phoned my mother at lunch time, using the school receptionist's phone, and told her that I would be attending extra tutoring lessons after school today and possibly in the future though I had no other details. I gave her the number to Roger's flat and told her to ring if she needed me home. I also informed her that I had no-clue as to the time I would be home....since we hadn't really planned the sessions in detail.
I knocked on Roger's classroom door. After hearing him grumble a 'come in' I opened the door, entering the room to find a very stressed out and unhappy looking Roger sat at his desk, head in his hands. I slowly closed the door behind me, making my way to the desk which sat opposite his.
Dumping my bag on the floor I took a seat on the desk, watching as Roger slowly lifted his head....looking tired and downright unhappy.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked my voice soft and caring.
"I just feel really stressed. Freddie is having a go at me because I can't make rehearsals on Wednesday because there is a staff meeting. We have another gig Friday night. I have all this work to mark as well as the school expects me to plan all these different lessons. I have been asked to hold an after school club, which I don't want to do...erg" he spoke more frantically as he carried on.
I got up from my desk and made my way towards him, though he didn't move from the position he was in. I stood next to where he was sat, leaning against the desk with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Hey don't worry about it. Maybe you can do rehearsals after the meeting. As for the gig, man don't fret about it...your bands great you will do fine. For the work you have to mark, mark it slowly or maybe you could do peer marking in class. Get the class to pass work around and they can mark each others....then all you have to do is record the grades. Planning lessons should be easy, you're a creative guy...i bet you could come up with some exciting lessons, especially for the younger years. And for the club thing, just explain you don't want to do it. Tell them that you haven't got time, with the band and doing all the school work it does seem a lot."
He lifted his head up and turned to me, swivelling his chair around so it faced me. He opened his arms and gestured for me to sit in his lap...which I obliged to. Just as before my arms wrapped his neck as his arms wrapped around my waist.
"Thanks Jess" he said, pecking my lips ever so softly.
"Now for this tutoring thing, are you sure you want to do it...considering you have enough to stress about?" I asked. At this moment I didn't care about my grades, I cared about what Roger was going through and the stress he was undergoing.
"I'm sure, you need help and I can't deny your request. One it's my job to help and two, I care too much about you to not help." A small smile was now creeping across his face and I was glad I could lift his spirits.
"But first I really need to plan tomorrows lessons" he said, sighing with annoyance and disappointment.
"Do you want help? I know it's not permitted but it may take some of the stress off you. I hate to see you all worked up" I offered.
"Umm, okay fine. We'll go back to mine and start the tutoring after we have done this" I climbed off his lap and pulled a chair up against the other side of his desk, ready to help him with his work. We looked at each other for a brief moment, both of our eyes sparkling and smiles on our faces.
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It had taken us just a little over an hour to plan the week's lessons. We only planned on doing tomorrows but seeing as though he would have to plan them at some point we thought, why the hell not.
The school had now been abandoned and only Roger, I and a few cleaners remained in the building in total. We had just packed up Roger's work stuff and were making his way to his car, ready to go back to his flat and study...well start the tutoring session.
We had reached his car and being the gentlemen he is he opened the door for me, holding my bag whilst I got in before handing it back to me. He walked around the car and got in himself. Putting on his seatbelt, starting up the engine and letting the radio blare...which I didn't mind, seeing as though it was rock music. You either listen to it loud or not at all. :)
The ride to the boy's apartment was filled with signing along to the radio and laughing when our eyes would meet. But after a car ride that seemed to go to quickly we arrived at the apartment. As before he opened the car door for me, reaching out his hand to help me out, which I took advantage of saying a quick 'thank you sir' as he closed the door behind me.
With our hands intertwined we made our way into the building and up to his apartment. He pulled out his key and shoved it into the lock, turning it before pushing the door open: revealing John, Freddie and Brian sat on the sofa watching TV.
"Hey guys" Roger said, closing the door behind us. Our hands were still glued together as we walked towards the kitchen. Roger's voice seemed to snap them out of the stare they were in.
"oh hey Rog, hey Jess?....not trying to be rude but what are you doing here?" Brian asked, surprised at my presence.
"oh umm, Roger is given me extra tutoring lessons...since I am falling behind after all the school I had missed" I said, chuckling awkwardly as flashback of the incident played through my mind, as well as the thought of the horrific scar which now sat on my stomach. My free hand immediately settled on my stomach, covering where my scar lies under my clothes. I looked up at Roger and his eyes flickered between mine and my stomach, he could see the discomfort I was in and tried his hardest to take my mind off it.
"anyways, were late home because we were doing some lesson planning and jess was trying to cheer me up after the shitty day I have had" Roger smiled, and the thought of the fact I cheered him up made me almost feel proud.
"Yeah we sat there for about an hour planning his lessons for the next week. Then on the journey here we were singing along to the radio" we both chuckled at the mere thought of us singing like we did in the car.
"I bet that was entertaining" Freddie spoke up. I looked up at Roger again, since I was quite a bit shorter than him. Our eyes locked as he replied to Freddie...
"it sure was" we didn't break eye contact at all. His smile shone brightly as did his big blue eyes, making me melt as a warm feeling spread throughout me. The erg to lung forward and kiss him had returned, but the last thing I wanted to do right now was put on a show.
"well, we better get to work" Roger said, dumping his bag on the table and walking to the fridge to get us both drinks. I sat down at the kitchen table; slinging my bag in front of me and pulling out the biology textbook we had been working from...let the studying begin.
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We had studied for a good 2 hours, with small breaks in-between. But now Roger and I both found ourselves curled up on the sofa. I was led in-between Roger's legs, my head resting on his chest as he played with my hair. The TV was on but neither of us was actually watching it, we were too lost in each other's eyes as we spoke about whatever popped into mind. Now and again he would lean down, planting his lips on mine and allowing us to get locked in what would escalate to a heated make-out session.
We were pulled out of our moment by the phone ringing. Before Roger could push me out of the way to get up and answer it Freddie came bounding out of his bedroom and he literally sprinted to the phone. He stood before the phone as it rang, allowing himself to calm down before finally picking it up. All this time me and Roger had been watching from the sofa, still in the position we had been sat in for the past half an hour.
"hello?"
"oh yes I'll get her for you now" Freddie said before covering the receiver and turning towards us.
"Jess it's for you" grumbling that I had to move from my comfortable position I got up. Making my way towards Freddie, who kindly passed me the phone before running off back into his room.
"hello?" I said, yawning slightly, suddenly feeling extremely tired.
"hey jess it's your mum"
"oh hey, what's up?"
"one: I wanted to see how tutoring was going, and two: I wondered what time you were gonna be home?" by now Roger had wondered over to me and was stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist with his head resting on my shoulder, buried in my neck as he planted light kisses up and down.
"oh it's going good...yeah I'm learning a lot. I'm really enjoying it. I hope to be having more tutoring lessons so I can get my grades up ya' know. And I don't know what time I'll be home. It's up to you. When would you like me home?" I asked, resting my head on Roger's as he continued to kiss up my neck.
"can you come home now please"
"Sure I'll leave now. I'll be home soon. See you in a bit mum, bye" and with that I hung up the phone, turning around in Roger's arms so I could face him. My arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted his head from my neck.
"I have to go home now" I said, slightly disappointed.
"Awe" Roger whined but he knew I had no choice. I escaped from his arms only to slip on my shoes, jacket and pick up my bag I had packed earlier. Roger grabbed his keys ready to drop me off home. We stood in his flat before leaving both of us not wanting me to leave, even though we would see each other tomorrow.
Back in our usual embrace we connected our lips, a kiss that marked a goodbye for the evening...the last kiss we would share for the day.