Let me Love you (Student/Teacher Relationship)

Chapter 3: Quality Time

Amelia's Point of View

Sixth period went by quickly. What happened in the class I'm not really sure, the only thing I could think about during the class was Mr.Smith. Oh he was so sexy, did I really just say that about my teacher, correction, my married teacher? Why was he being so flirty with me when he's married. I'm sure she's beautiful and I'm sure his children are adorable. Maybe he flirts with all the new girls.

I'm suppose to meet Robyn right outside of my sixth period class and were suppose to walk to our lockers together, maybe I'll bring up Mr.Smith.

"Hey, have you ever had Mr.Smith as a teacher?"

"Ya he taught me science last year, why?"

"I don't know, he just seems interesting. Did he ever flirt with anyone in your class? Like anyone who was new?"

"No! Why was he flirting with you?" what am I suppose to say? Do I lie, or do I tell her the truth? What's really the truth, nothing has happened, and he wasn't flirting with me, he just was nice, wanted to make me feel welcome.

"God no, I was just wondering. Have you met his wife?"

"Of course I've met his wife, she teaches me second period. She teaches Biology."

"Sh-hes a teacher here?"

"Yep. She's pretty terrible but she is a teacher." Wow, I can't believe it. She's a teacher at this school. When we reach our lockers Mr.Smith is standing in his door frame,

"Aw, Miss. White nice of you to show up, you have a detention you owe me," Shit, thats right I totally forgot. I look at Robyn,

"Shit sorry, I'll have to catch up with you later, see you tomorrow," I wave at Robyn and walk into Mr.Smith's classroom.

"Did you really have to give me a detention on my first day?"

"I didn't have to give you a detention, I decided since it was you I would give you a detention." 'Since it was me'? What does that me?

"'Since it was me?' what does that me?" I ask him, completely perplexed. He looks at me and smirks,

"Well you just seemed so nice and happy that I wanted to have to spend an hour with you after school," he says with a smirk, "sarcasm really? why don't you just answer my question straight blank?"

"Thats no way to talk to your teacher Miss White,"

"Well you don't act like a teacher." he looks at me surprised, I don't think he actually thought that I was going to answer with that,

"Well Miss White why don't you go in the hall and get your physics binder, I'll give you a little 'extra practice' you can work on for the next hour," I roll my eyes and stand up and walk out the door to my locker. I walk back in and slam the door shut, ugh I'm so pissed off. I head to the farthest seat away,

"Miss White please come and sit up here," he points down to the desk in front and centre. I walk up and throw my stuff on the desk and sit down with an angry look on my face. He smirks and walks over to his desk, grabs a pile of papers and sets them on my binder,

"Ok here, figure it out," seriously 'figure it out' are you kidding me, I'm literally not in the mood to do this, I don't do work during class let alone doing work that wasn't assigned after school.

"I can sit here all night Miss White, we aren't leaving until you figure it out," are you kidding me,

"Uhm well Mr.Smith don't you have a family you have to attend too?" he always looked so glum when I spoke about his family. This made me smile. I grab my pencil and start working on the worksheets. There are all easy, I did this stuff last year, my private school had a more challenging study material that they taught each year. I fly throw the first 8 of the 10 pages in 20 minutes. I get to a question I have never seen and I recognize 0 of the words. I slowly look up, Mr.Smith is staring at me grinning,

"What are you so happy about? I flew through the first 8 of these without a stitch," he grins wider- I didn't even think that was possible.

"Well you see I said you had to make it through all of the pages, so you must figure it out." He looks back down playing on his computer. I feel like he's trying to flirt with me, but I'm just not understanding what I am suppose to do... I think he's trying to prove a point that he is my teacher and I must have respect, so I raise my hand. I make a coughing sound and then he looks up.

"Aww, Miss White you have a question?" He gets up and starts walking towards me. He bends down places on my left and one on my right, hoovering over top of me. I look up, our faces are about 2 inches apart. I can feel his warmth on me.

"I don't understand this at all, I've never heard any of these words before," he looks down at me and gives me a smirk, is his face moving closer to mine? He places his face so we are almost touching, then he backs away, tease.

"Sorry Miss White I couldn't quite make that out, did you say 'tease'?"

"I said that out loud?" by this point he was back at his seat. Feeling embarrassed I look down at the few remaining worksheets pretending to know what I am doing. I sit there for 45 minutes trying to figure this stuff out. I look up at Mr Smith and he looks entertained,

"Whats soooo funny?" I ask annoyed with his enthusiasm,

"Just wondering how long till you realize that, the last two worksheets I gave you aren't Physics,"
"AREN'T PHYSICS?" I yell backed annoyed, at this I get up and grab the sheets, walk up to his desk and throw them at his face. I grab my bags and walk out.

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Wednesday and Thursday went by fairly quickly, nothing major happened. Mr Smith was not as friendly with me as he is usually but thats ok it doesn't bother me any. Robyn and I have soccer tryouts today, which were really excited for. I changed into black soccer shorts, and a hot pink tight tank top, with my really nice sports bra on.

"Do you know who's coaching this years team?"

"No, they didn't say on the sign up form." We make our way over to the field, Robyn starts taking shots on me (I'm trying out for goalie) when we hear a whistle. We grab the ball and start jogging over to who was blowing the whistle.

No. It can't be. NO!!!! Mr Smith is coaching the team. I haven't spoken to him since the first day after he gave me the non physics work to try and figure out. He's going through the list of names of girls who signed up,

"Amelia White," he says with a smirk on his face, I slowly put my hand up in the air, giving him a sarcastic smile back.

Tryouts went really well, I really think I'm going to make the team. I was captain at my old school on the soccer team so I should hopefully make this team! Mr Smith just called an end to practice when he calls my name,

"Miss White do you mind helping me pack everything up and bringing it back into the school?" I roll my eyes and throw my stuff into my bag, then I start collecting the equipment that has been left on the field. Mr Smith comes over by me and starts collecting the rest of the equipment. He looks up at me,

"You are a pretty good goalie, you know that?" I look up at him. Am I blushing? I never blush,

"I don't know, I don't really see it." I tell him honestly. Ever since I started playing net I have never seen that I am good. I've been told by endless about of people that I'm amazing, even by girls I don't like on my teams but somehow they always keep routing for me.

"You can't say that. I never want to hear you say that again. You are an amazing, extraordinary, strong gi- I mean goalie." He says this as he starts walking towards me. I drop everything I'm holding and so does he. He just stands there infront of me starting deeply into my hazel eyes and I stare back into his beautiful baby blue eyes. I take one step closer, he takes two steps forward, I can smell his minty breath from here. He starts raising his hand to touch my face, but then drops it and steps back.

"I'm sorry. That was inapproperiate, it will never happen again. I'm sorry," he keeps apologize with those sad pathetic eyes, I smile back at him,

"It's ok. Don't worry about. It was just the heat of the moment. Its ok." with those last few words we start picking up the equipment we dropped and started to head into the school.