Miss Jackson

Chapter 3

Brendon's Pov
I step closer to her, her breathing hitches.
Stop. Stop it. You can't kiss a student.
My conscious tells me, he's right but I've waited this moment so long I can't stop myself.
I waited 4 long years for this and by the way, she's leaning into it I can tell she's been waiting for it too. Finally, our lips meet, I press my lips harder to hers, I swipe my tongue against her bottom lip asking for access. She gives it to me and I slowly slide my tongue in her mouth. There's a spark there that no one could deny as she pulls at my hair and moans into my mouth then she pulls away panting.
"I can't believe that just happened" she pulls at her hair. Oh no, she didn't want it.
"I'm sorry, I just thought...cause you...I'm so sorry-I, I didn't mean to-"
I trip over my words.
"No...Brendon....it was a good, it's just. I've been waiting and imagining it for so long, it actually happened and I-it was better than I expected. I just thought you didn't see me like that" she explains.
"Are you kidding, I've liked you for the past 4 years and I've been waiting to do that for so fucking long-sorry" I cover my mouth.
"We just kissed and you think I'm upset you cursed" she laughed, I smirk hiding my embarrassment.
"I just wish that didn't end," I say trying to change the subject.
"Me too" she closes the gap between us, she grabs my head and kisses my lips forcefully. My hands wrap against her waist. I walk her to the nearest wall and push her against it. I grab her butt and pull her off the floor. She wraps her legs around me as I keep my hands firmly on her butt to keep her up against the wall. Her hands pull at my hair and my lips move down to her neck sucking the skin hard. Low whimpers leave her mouth as I move down to her chest.
"Brendon...we can't" she breathes heavy. She drops her legs standing back on the floor. "We can't because we are still at school and my mom is probably worried. Maybe another time" she winks. I follow her, silent as she grabs her bag. She pecks my lips and walks out the door leaving me with the memory of her lips on mine.

"Kiss me" she begs and I oblige. I push her against the whiteboard kissing her hard and passionately. She moans in my mouth making me hard.
"What is going on in here?" The principal comes in. My pants are down and I pull away to see Delilah crying naked in a corner.
"Why Brendon?" She whimpers in her hands. Bruises cover her arms and legs. Soon the cops handcuff me and take me to jail.
I wake up, sweat beading down my forehead, I catch my breath in a panic. I look at my clock, 4 30 am. I lay my head back down to try and sleep.

Yesterday was the best day ever. I finally kissed her and she wanted me back. I drive up in my usual parking spot and she's standing there. Oh no, she's going to tell me we can't be together, that it's too weird for her and she never wants to see me again.
"Hi, Brendon" she smiles.
"Hey, Delilah." I resist the urge to kiss her.
"I just wanted to ask you about my paper...I think I'm finished. Could you review it for me?" She asks. How nonchalant of her. I guess we both can hide that kiss... kissing.
"Yes of course" I take the paper from her. I carry it to my room with me and set it down. Then I see a little writing sprawled out at the top.
My number (555) 454 6234
I smiled down at it and pulled my phone out I saved her number as Delilah
Then I start class, thanking God it was Friday. (No pun intended.) That left us a weekend to be together if she'd still have me.
The 7th period comes and I couldn't have been happier. During my prep, I read through her paper and I could see she was struggling with the end.
"Delilah. I noticed on your paper you were having trouble at the end. If you'd like, you could stay after and I could help" I tell her as she comes in.
"I'd like that" she bites her lip and I wink at her. This hidden love affair that has started is being hidden very well.
"Okay, I hate to do this to you but we are having a test next Tuesday everyone, over Pearl Harbor...here is the study guides. You will have most of the class today to work on it." I hand out the papers. I give Delilah's last because I wrote my number on it.
She looks at it and then at me and I smile at her, she smiles back.

Delilahs pov
I look at the paper as he hands it to me, Brendon's number is on it with a winky face similar to the one I put on mine. This whole thing is going really well. We are going to see each other after class and hopefully what happened yesterday will happen. The whole reality of it hit me last night but it still is crazy to think about it.
I begin to work on the study guide and I have most of it done by the time class ends and I'm pretty happy. The bell rings and everybody is rushing out for the weekend before Brendon could even wish them a great weekend. He comes to my desk and brushes my hair behind my ears.
"You know, I really like that necklace" he brushes it with his fingertips.
"Thanks...it was my grandmas" I grasp it and stare at him. He gives me an admiring smile and sits back on his desk.
"Now...about that paper. The ending is just to...its thrown everywhere. You're talking about the Great Depression, you need to be straightforward, this is my opinion, these are facts that I base my opinions on."
"Oh...could I see my paper?" I ask.
"Sure" he grabs the paper from his desk and slides it to me. I reread the end and notice how right he is, it's everywhere.
"Could...you help me?" I raise an eyebrow biting my lip nervously.
"Sure" he kisses my lips and sits down at the seat next to me. I smile at the small gesture because it is literally killing me to be just teacher and student right now. "I had already planned on it" he laughs.
"I know...I'm just. I'm nervous" I stutter.
"Why baby?" he asks and butterflies fill my stomach, I love that he called me that. I want him to say it again.
"I don't know, yesterday. The fact that we have to pretend we didn't nearly have sex yesterday. I feel like you're going to not want to be with me cause it could ruin your job" I admit.
"Hey, I won't let anything stop us from being together" he tilts my chin up. "I like you a lot...almost love really" he presses his lips to mine and I smile into the kiss. I bite my lip when he pulls away.
"Don't do that to me" he groans. "It makes me want you even more"
"I'm sorry" I can't help but to bite my lip again.
"Delilah" he orders.
"Sorry, Brendon...I mean you could have me if you wanted. I wouldn't mind, just not in the classroom" I tap my pencil on the desk.
"I want you to know that I don't want this to be some sort of hook up thing, I want it to be an actual relationship. I want you, believe me, I do but I want to wait and do this right," he explains and I smile at his words.
"Oh, well if you put it like that, it sounds nice to wait" I smile up at him.
"Good" he places his hand over mine and laces his fingers through mine. "You wanna hang out at my place?" he questions and I nod. On the way to his car, I send my mom a quick text saying I am staying at a friends house to study for a test and she texts back saying it's okay.
"Delilah, I want you to know that, I know it's only been two days but the whole confessing that we like each other thing really makes me feel happy." he places his hand on my thigh and I put my hand over his. "I just still can't believe this is happening. It has been 4 years for god sakes." he looks at me and then the road.
"I feel good about this Brendon" I look at him. At a stop light, he leans over and kisses me.