Detention (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 9

I sat through science with my eyes on the floor the whole period. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. I felt like he'd take one look and instantly know what I did.

As a matter of fact, I had so many things going through my head that I didn't hear him when he had called on me.

"Miss. Bartosik," he repeated and I snapped back to reality. Our eyes met, his filled with something I had never seen before, I didn't know what it was.

"Yes, sir?" I responded shyly and embarrassed.

"Please answer the question," his voice showed no sign of any of the caring personality I had seen in him before.

"Umm, could you repeat it?" I swallowed hard. Everybody was looking at me.

"Please stay after class, Miss. Bartosik," his voice was bitter. Did he know about the kiss? Who would have told him? Did he at least know what the circumstances were? Question after question ran through my head until the bell finally rang and everybody got up to leave. I stayed in my seat, staring at the floor yet again.

I heard the door close and the smallest noise, almost like a lock clicking. Then silence. A pair of shiny black dress shoes appeared in my field of vision, and I heard Mr. Reynolds lean against the edge of one of the desks.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. What he was thinking, I had no clue. Did he expect me to just come out and tell him? Was this even why he had kept me after? I didn't dare take my eyes off of the floor, my hands were shielding them from his view.

"Jasmine, look at me," he voice finally pleaded. It was back to that sweet and caring tone I was starting to know so well. My eyes didn't move.

"Jasmine, please look at me," he tried again. I refused to meet his gaze. I was afraid of what he would see. I was afraid I would end up crying. I was afraid I would lose him. I'd only had him a few days and it sounds so crazy, but he's exactly what I had needed for so long now.

I felt a strong hand remove my hand from my face, another ended up on my cheek and jaw, gently tilting my head up to face him. His eyes were dark grey and glossy. His dark hair was messed up in all the right places. I could smell his cologne, it made my heart flutter.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently and kindly, his deep voice so rugged and sexy. I found myself leaning into his hand, needing his touch. This man was a complete stranger last week. Not to mention my teacher. And now all he does is make me drool over the thought of him. I'd always had a problem getting attached too soon when I was younger. It had gotten better with age, but this felt like I was 12 again. He stroked my cheek softly making my eyes flutter shut as I took in his amazing scent.

"I'm falling for my teacher," I answered.