Chemistry 101 [Fanfic/Teacher-Student paring] (possibly on hold...might update)

Chapter 2 {What have I done?}

As soon as I was out of Professor Lester's lab I ran, ran as fast as I could away from the school and away from my thoughts. I didn't know where my legs were taking me, but I didn't care. I needed to be alone. I needed to be in a place where my mind could run at one million miles per hour without any interruption. 

I careered out the deserted school gates and my legs still carried on, instead of turning left at the end of the road, I turned right. I knew where I was going now. The one place that was quiet and offered no interruption. When I heard my feet crunching on dead leaves I slowed my pace down to a stroll. The woods, despite their eerie look, were a place that recently, I had started to spend more and more time in. When I was little my mum brought me to them telling me the tale of her childhood. Her father had indeed brought her down here when she was just a little girl, and she had spent most of her life in the 'secret' garden. The secret garden was a little area directly in the heart of the place where a crystal blue lake shone, where trees and flowers sprung up around the banks. Draped over on the far bank was a Willow tree that's branches had grown so long that the feathery leaves tickled the waters surface. The tree itself was old and had some how split into two sturdy trunks that almost acted like a wooden hammock. When I had gotten over to the opposite bank I climbed up into the woody hammock and laid back. A sigh escaped my lips and I let one of my legs dangle off my pump dancing right on the tips of my toes.

What had I just done?

No, I knew what I had just done. I had kissed my science teacher. I had played tonsil tennis with Professor Lester. Not that I didn't enjoy every second of it. But it wasn't the done thing! He was my teacher, lord if anybody found out that either of us had been all over each other, there would be trouble. Not only would I probably be excluded, the Professor would loose his job! Oh god, and I had initiated it all. But he wasn't entirely innocent either. He had been the one to deepen the kiss. He had been the one who had to hold my head steady as his hot tongue probed the inside of my mouth. Either way both of us were guilty. Now all I had to hope was that nobody had seen. The science corridor had been  deserted when I had rushed out, so maybe we were safe.

"LILLIAN!" As soon as the front door clicked shut I heard my fathers yells from his study. Damn, I was in trouble. I sighed to myself and flicked off my school shoes before burying my toes into my cosy house slippers. I padded down the dim hall way and opened the heavy door into his oak panelled study.

"Where on this bloody earth do you think you've been?!" His face was flushed red form yelling and his glasses had steamed up slightly.

"Out" I said in a tiny voice.

"Out where? Out on the town? Outside? You need to be more specific"

"Out...at the lake" my head snapped up to see my fathers expression. 

"I called your bloody mobile about thirty times! Why didn't you pick up?" He stood up from his desk chair and took a step towards me. My arm automatically gripped my opposite elbow and my head dipped back down again, he didn't regularly get angry, but when he did it was terrifying.

"I-I didn't feel it vibrate"

"Why was it on silent?"

"I've been at that poxy school if you weren't aware" I snapped suddenly.

His face hardened again, "Go to your room Lily, I've been worried sick and your attitude isn't needed! Go there now, I'm bloody sick of the sight of you!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I spun around and walked upstairs, and up to my room. As soon as I got in, I shut the door tightly and slid down onto the carpet. I tried to slow down my heart rate and calm my nerves before I stood up again and got un-dressed. My dad was awful when he got into one of his moods. His temper usually flared up over the smallest things. He wasn't entirely to blame at these sudden mood switches, he did work in a pretty stressful environment being the MD of some entrepreneurial world wide shipping business, which saw him under huge amounts of pressure, and sometimes it got to him. He was only human after all. He only needed some time to calm down before you could go back and talk to him civilly. Plus he was probably tired. But the only thing was, ever since my mum had passed away these moods had become more and more of a regular occurrence.