It's Prohibited? (A Teacher/Student relationship!) ON HOLD!! SORRY

It's Prohibited?: o4

I woke up because of another nightmare. I hated them. It was still dark outside, so I wondered what time it was. I was still groggy; I hated waking up in the middle of the night. After I wake up I never get a good sleep afterwards or I just don’t go to sleep. By this time my eyes adjusted to the dark and could see almost perfectly now. I was on a bed I didn’t really recognise as the one I set up or my own bed. This is when I realised I wasn’t in the huge guest room, I was in a different room. It wasn’t mine. I looked around slowly, trying to figure out where I was. I remembered I was with Mr Conoway last. Crap! I was in the room he was told to go. All I can remember was crying and beating him. Could I have fallen asleep on him? Oh I’m in trouble. The next thing that came to mind was ‘Where is he?’ I was frantic; I didn’t know what to think. I saw the handle turn and quickly layed back down on the bed before the door opened. As I did so, the door opened and someone turned on the light. I brought myself back to a sitting position and saw Mr Conoway standing in the doorway with a glass of water.

“Hey, why’d you do that? I was trying to get back to sleep!” I frowned at Mr Conoway!

“Too bad, you’re up now. Anyway missy, you fell asleep on me and I had to do something about it. So I carried you to the bed and I’ve been sleeping on the floor. It’s surprisingly comfy. And you’re heavy, so don’t fall asleep on me again.” He replied smugly.

“Hey I’m not that heavy!” I almost shouted at him, annoyed.

“I’m only joking. You’re actually pretty light!” he replied rather serious. I knew he wasn’t being sarcastic or just playing with me. I just looked at him and smiled. This is when I realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His chest was bare. His body looked perfectly sculptured, something to match his face. I think he noticed that I was gawking as he raised an eyebrow.

“You like what you see?” he said rather amused about it.

“N...no!” I replied a bit embarrassed and turned away before he could see me blush. I was wondering for a while that he shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor and I thought he should sleep in the bed. Even if I wake up in the middle of the night and don’t sleep, I didn’t feel like moving from the warm bed. “Well, urm, you know, you can...if you want!”

“Just spit it out!” he tried moving me on.

“You can sleep in the bed!” I replied a little rushed. He began to smile, a smug smile.

“Oh really! With you in it, too? The whole day yesterday, I was under the impression that you hated me, now I’m not to sure!” he replied in a question with a smirk. I didn’t want to reply, I was going to say something stupid if I did. He sat on the bed before lying down. Not in the covers but on top of them. “Look I really am sorry about your father. He was the best we ever had and he was the youngest best! We were devastated by his death. I didn’t want any of you to find out this way” He said out of no where. That set me off once again. Tears started trickling down my face. They started to multiply and started coming down fast. His arms somehow snaked their way around my body, comforting me. I rested my head on his shoulder. Twenty minutes later I had stopped, with only tear stains covering my face and Mr Conoway’s arm.

“Could I ask a few questions sir?” I asked, although I’m not sure I want to hear his response

“Sure you could” he replied slightly amused.

“Urm, well first, What’s your favourite colour?”

“Blue and black” I looked at him, smiling. “What’s funny?” he added

“Well similar to mine. I like blue, black and red!” I replied.

“Hmm that’s interesting!” he said, almost thinking about it.