I'm In Love With My Teacher

Hate is a Strong Word and Feeling

Brianna and Ian were already at the teacher’s home. The apartment was spacious and big enough for a whole family. It had a family room, kitchen, 2 bathrooms and bedrooms and an extra room where he had placed workout machines in for a gym and a balcony. He was placed on the sixth floor and for Brianna that was pretty high so she told herself she won’t be visiting the balcony. 

“Drink?” He asked her.

“Uhh...no thanks.”

“Okay, make yourself comfortable, I’ll get you some dry clothes.”

Brianna watched him disappear around a corner and couldn’t help her curiosity. She was in Ian Somerhalder’s home! It was thrilling. She glided her hand across the top of the couch. It was soft and it fitted the room, contrasting with the colour on the walls. She couldn’t tell what the colour was but she could say it was pretty. He had a shelf put into the wall and it was fitted with all sorts of books, cd’s, picture frames and paintings.

Brianna picked up a book. She sure she was familiar with it. It was Pleasure by Jerome Dickey! No way. Brianna had read this when she was 16 and when her mom found out, she had been grounded for weeks. The book contained all sorts of sexual content. Lesbians, pleasure, toys…threesomes. All that you can think of and Bri had enjoyed it. She went to a grey book and as soon as she saw the author’s name, which was E.L. James, she knew exactly what book it was. Fifty Shades of Grey. Did her teacher read these? She looked at another: Johanna Lindsey, Defy Not the Heart. Her teacher read romance novels! This was unbelievable. 

She skimmed her hand over the cd’s. Michael Jackson, Bach, Beyoncé, Bob Marley, Nina Simone. What kind of man was this? One I’d like in my bed, her subconscious purred. What was she thinking? She’d come to the man’s house. She hated him! Didn’t she? Of course she did. He was way older than her and if he was any older she’d of called him an elder. Did he too listen to these? It shocked her how much they had in common. 

Then she saw a photo. It was of a little girl, no younger than 5. She was adorable and she had greenish-grey eyes. She looked like him. Same eyes, nose, same shade hair, which she hates. Maybe it was his daughter, maybe it was his niece, maybe she needed to stop going through this man’s personal stuff. But she couldn’t help notice his graduation picture. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. No doubt a lot of girls in his days were crazily, head over heels, dramatically, in love with him. Was he the same way he was then as he is now? Hard to tell. He was smiling, looking like he was having a great time. Her heart skipped a beat. He looked so carefree and likeable in this one. Now he was uptight and kept reminding people of time. She almost smiled.

“Something amusing you?” 

Of course he’d come back, his hands piled with a red tank top and sweat bottoms. She did wonder how he was gonna get clothes for her. He didn’t seem happy. His mouth was set in a hard, firm line and his jaw was tense. Bri found herself stuttering her answer.

“I- I didn’t mean to- I was just…” She flushed under his gaze.  What was there to say except she was rummaging through his personal stuff?

His mouth twitched, “I found these, any help?”

She walked over and took the clothes from him and she realized, she had touched him. She heard his sharp intake of breath and there was no need for her to explain the shiver that ran up her spine.