It Started With A Kiss [Teacher/Student Relationship]

It Started With A Kiss - Chapter 28

"Okay let's start from the top." Mr. Fuller said clapping his hands together.

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "I'm tired already!"

Mr. Fuller gave me a disapproving look as he tossed me a bottle of water. "Just bare with me Daphne. The performance is tomorrow, we need to master this."

"Its not my fault you're moving." I mumbled under my breath as I opened the lid of the bottle and drank it non-stop.

"I heard that!" He yelled across the stage and grabbed something on the storage room.

I rolled my eyes and collapsed on the floor. "Good. You were meant to hear it anyway." I said closing my eyes, placing both of my hands on my eyes. I was breathing hard.

Nobody was here on the stage, except me and Mr. Fuller. Other cast members already left an hour ago because they mastered their parts in just a blink of an eye, while me..... Yeah you guessed right.

I sighed and took a deep breath. When Mr. Fuller announced he was moving to Virginia in December, which is a month away, every single person in the class cried, like literally cried! Well except for the guys, of course. All they did was frown and gave Mr. Fuller those stupid man hugs. While the ladies, they were crying their eyes out.

But me? I showed no emotion. I showed no weakness. I didn't cry, but deep down inside, I wanted to. I wanted to cry so bad. I wanted to throw my whole body at him and just cry in his arms. I didn't want him to leave Miami. I didn't want him to leave me.

But all I did was force a smile and said: "Congratulations, sir! You deserve it!"

I squeezed my eyes shut and wiped the first tear that released from my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Mr. Fuller standing in front of me. Gosh he's so beautiful.... "Y-yeah. I'm fine."

Mr. Fuller shook his head and offered his hand. I stared at his hand for a while. How would it feel if I would be able to hold his hand in public, and show the whole world the person I completely fell in love with?

Mr. Fuller cleared his throat and leaned closer, offering his hand to my face. "Take my hand."

Without any hesitation, I placed my hand on his and shivered. His touch sent tingles through my spine and I couldn't help but blush. He placed his other hand on my waist for support and lifted me slowly. He stopped midway and gripped his hand harder on my waist so I wouldn't fall.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just staring at each other. I couldn't help but blush at this moment right now. Him holding my waist like I was about to fall. Its like a movie, a damn fairytale. But I know it's not, because there's no happy ending for me.

With that, I broke the eye contact between us and removed his hands from my waist. It felt wrong without his hands on mine... Stop it Daphne! You need to let go! He's moving! He's leaving! He doesn't love you!

I hesitantly backed away from him and forced a smile. "I think we should go now." I said, checking the time from my Samsung Galaxy S3. Yes, I love to brag about my phone. I might get the fourth one.

I glanced at the time and let out a tired sigh. We've been here for five hours, and it was nearly eight in the evening. Our school grounds doesn't close until nine. I grabbed my backpack from the stage and jumped on the bottom of the staircase. I landed safely and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, sir." I said walking out of the room, not looking back.

 I walked in the empty hallway and shrugged. I was way too tired to drive myself back home, but oh well. I don't have a choice.

Is Mr. Fuller seriously leaving Miami? How did he even get the job anyway? I thought when people hire you to work for them, they need some backround information about you and your past, especially the FBI. They can look up everything you did in the past, so how did he get the job? Mr. Fuller was a gang member, I knew that because of the letter. He killed for Blake, he did violence, too. Thousands of them I guess. So how did he get the job from the Bureau?

But there's only one question that was driving me nuts... Why is he in a hurry?

[JOSHUA's POV]

I watched Daphne's back slowly disappearing. I can't believe I was leaving her. I need to do this for her, for her family. 

I did not get the job from the FBI. It was all a lie, and Jordan knew, too. The reason for me leaving was-

Suddenly I heard my phone ringing. I groaned and grabbed my phone from the back of my pocket. I glanced at whoever was calling me and frowned. Anger had boiled inside me now. "What?" I hissed.

I heard a deep chuckle behind the phone. "Having a bad day eh?"

"Its none of your business. Now what do you want?" I snapped and ran a hand through my hair.

"Did you tell her?"

""Yes, I did. Now will you let them go?!" I yelled over the phone. He seriously needs to stop this.

"You have to leave Miami first, then I'll let them go." He laughed.

I shook my head and clenched my fist. "What if you kill them after I leave? How can I guarantee they're safe?"

"Trust me, I won't. I only want Daphne."

"I never trusted you Blake, and don't you dare come near Daphne or I'll kill you myself!" I yelled over the phone.

There was silence for a few moments. I sensed Blake's phone being passed to someone. 

After a few seconds of impatienly waiting, I heard a sob behind the phone. I knew who it was. "M-Mr. Fuller?"

I took a deep breath and bit my lip. "Sharmaine? How are you and Joe? Did he hurt both of you?"

I heard her sigh and said, "I'm fine. But Joe.. He's..  oh god."

"Is he dead?!" I yelled. He can't be dead!

"No god no! He's just.. hurt. He's seriously hurt. The men were seriously beating him to death. P-please Mr. Fuller. Help us p-please."

"I promise. I promise I will. Just hang tight in there okay?" I said calmly. 

"Everything will not be fine if you don't leave any time soon."  It was Blake.

"Why did you take them Blake?! Why not me! You can't kidnap teenagers!" I yelled again, my screaming were echoing from across the room.

"I could kill them right now you know." He said. There was silence for a few moments, but then I heard a scream. Sharmaine was sreaming. 

"Don't hurt her!"  I screamed on top of my lungs.

"Mr. Fuller help me please!"

"Sharmai-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard gun shots... twice.