I sat in the empty classroom in the teacher's chair, my fingers laced behind my head and my feet kicked up on the desk. I was there for detention, but ten minutes in and there was no adult supervision, so I was left to nap in a swivel chair. Of course, all good things must come to an end.
I heard the sound of the door opening and I cracked my eyes a little bit to look at the man disturbing my relaxation time. Mr. Purdy gave me an amused look as his gaze swept over me. "Who said you could sit there?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Me," I replied, closing my eyes again. The sound of his footsteps let me know that he had come closer. I opened my eyes fully to see him looking down at me, his arms crossed and a disapproving expression on his face. A small smirk played at the corner of my lips. "This is detention not nap time. You're not supposed to be sleeping at my desk," Mr. Purdy said. "You're supposed to be getting some much needed discipline."
"You can punish me all you like, Mr. Purdy," I said, looking up at him innocently. He sighed heavily and turned his gaze away from me, biting his lip. He didn't know it, but just that simple action drove me crazy. Maybe detention wouldn't be so bad if I could stare at him the whole time. "You drive me crazy sometimes, Andrew," Mr. Purdy said, shaking his head and smiling.
I stood up, putting us rather close together. The slight scent of cologne filled my nostrils. I couldn't keep the smirk off my face. Perhaps it was wrong for me to have such thoughts about my teacher, but I so badly wanted to kiss him. I wanted his hands on my body and mine on his. The hormonal teenage boy part of me was screaming for it. We were so close together that I could feel his breath on my face. He should've moved away by that point, but he hadn't.
"It's the good kind of crazy, though, right?" I said softly. Mr. Purdy bit his lip for a moment, his gaze turning downward before flitting back up to my eyes. "I'm not sure yet," he said quietly.
"Well, I know you're driving me the good kind of crazy," I said, smiling. Mr. Purdy sighed and, much to my dismay, took a step back. "You should sit down," he said, clearing his throat. "You know, like at a desk. On like a chair."
"Well, what else would I sit on? I can think of a few things. How about you?" I said, glancing down with a suggestive smile.
"Andy," Mr. Purdy breathed, raking a hand through his hair.
"Yeah?"
"You really shouldn't say stuff like that," he muttered. I leaned against the desk, tilting my head to the side a bit. "And who's gonna stop me?" I asked impishly. Mr. Purdy refused to look at me, his lips pressed tightly together. His shoulders were tight, tension settled in the muscles of them. I stood up straight again and stepped in front of him. He glanced up at me, his eyes dark and inviting. "Are you gonna stop me?" I asked. I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him toward me a bit.
"You're trouble," Mr. Purdy muttered, but he didn't move away.
"Mm hm," I said. "What are you going to do about it?" There was a moment of silence, a moment of bone-crushing silence. It seemed as though the world stopped spinning for a few seconds. "Ah, fuck it," Mr. Purdy growled. Then, his lips were on mine. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me toward him. I let go of his tie and slid my hands up his chest to lock my fingers behind his neck. His lips tasted like bubblegum and coffee. It was an oddly pleasant combination.
He pushed me up against the whiteboard, effectively knocking down dry erase markers. His tongue slid across my lips and into my mouth. His hands held me roughly yet somehow still gently. I tangled a hand in his hair, keeping him close.
The kiss was messy and desperate, a culmination of weeks' worth of tension and flirtation. It was wrong in every sense of the word. I was seventeen and his student, but I didn't give a damn. I wanted this. I needed this. The taste of his lips, the feeling of his hands on my hips was torturously blissful. I liked the danger anyway. The risk was exciting.
Mr. Purdy kissed me harder and I let out a quiet moan. He growled and pushed me away, stepping back. "I'm sorry," he said breathlessly. "I shouldn't have done that. It's not–it's a bad idea."
"Who needs to know?" I replied.
"Andy," he sighed. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
"No," I replied. It was the truth. I wasn't looking to sell him out. I actually liked him, quite a bit actually.
Mr. Purdy stepped back, bumping into the desk on his way. "I–I should go," he said. He fled the room quickly, leaving me alone. I bit my lip and leaned back against the white board. A smile crept onto my face, a massive shit-eating grin. This was progress if nothing else. I knew that soon enough I would have him wrapped around my finger
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My eyes snapped open as I was wrenched out of my dream by one of CC's loud snores ripping through the air. I sat up quickly, banging my head against the roof of the bus in the process. I fell back against my bed, groaning. Now my head was aching for two different reasons, the other being that I had just dreamt of the one person I wanted to keep off my mind. I didn't want to relive our first kiss. I didn't want any of this. I wished I could forget it all. Scratch that, I wished it'd never happened at all.
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