The Protector (Discontinued)

Chap 4. A lesson to remember

Here's chapter 4 it's gonna be in Mr Bs POV again, so you can feel just how uncomfortable he is during this lesson from heaven with a hint of hell. I hope you enjoy it.

So without further a-do, Chapter 4!

Chapter 4

A lesson to remember

Mr Blackbourne's POV

This was going to be uncomfortable, I could already tell. As I asked her what she already knew and what she needed a refresher on, I felt a drip of sweat slowly slide down my back in a slick attempt to cool me down. She replied that she needed to work on her g-scale, I almost tugged my hair out. Want to know why? Well, it's what happens after this is what caused my mortification.

"That's alright, I can help you with your g-spo... G-scale." I felt another drop of slick of worried, mortified sweat slide down the side of my face, drip down my neck and slowly glide down my chest. As if she sensed my discomfort, she slowly glided over to the piano and began to play a sweet melody that calmed my almost instantly. I slowly sank onto a nearby chair and released a long, content, but slightly breathy sigh.

I didn't realise just how tense and tired I really was. All I wanted to do was fall asleep to this, to dream of this amazing young women that sat, playing the piano in an attempt to comfort me, knowing that it would not be appropriate to hug a teacher in school, but I just got this itch, one that I knew that I shouldn't scratch, and it was one that was telling me to hug her.

It would feel warm, easy and gentle. I imagined it in my moment of complete luxury. I didn't want this to end. Not now, not after I just found out how incredible this girl truly is. It would be like, not having air to breathe. She is like she is my air now. She is something I need, something I want with my heart and soul. Now that I have, I feel like I can never go back.

After imagining what hugging her would be like, I started to imagine what KISSING her would be like. She would taste sweet, and would be innocent in such a sexy vixen manner. I started thinking very vividly and for a second, forget exactly where I was. All that mattered in that moment was her.

I gazed at her longingly when she wasn't watching, and it was almost like a soft glow surrounded her and she seemed even more like an angel than ever. She turned her glance to me again, and I blushed a light shade of pale pink. Sang seemed to notice this, and gave off a tinkling sound of sheer beauty.

"Are you alright, Mr Blackbourne? You seem slightly flushed, should I open a window? Do you want me to take you to the nurse's office?" She asks worriedly. I shook my head vigorously at the idea of being parted with her already, and I felt my blush grow even more.

"I'm quite fine, Sang, it's just that it's slightly warmer in here than I expected it to be, the last school I taught in had better... Facilities. Air Conditioning. I'm not quite used to this school yet." I stated,cheering my voice go slightly deeper when I said her name. Way to state the obvious Owen, well done. Imaginary round of applause.

"That's fine, Mr Blackbourne, when I first started to attend this school, I thought just the same as you did." She replied to me in her sweet little sexy voice. I don't think you thought exactly like I did, Sang, I think my mind was a hell of a lot further away from what you are thinking about.

I looked down at my watch and had to stop myself from letting my shoulders group in sadness and despair. The lesson is over in just under 20 minutes. Where did all the time go? I thought about what we could do in the remaining time, thinking about the dirty and the clean options, and decided to play it safe and gain her trust before even giving off little suggestions of what going on in my mind whenever I'm around her.

I lose all my patience and self-control over myself. And the really annoying and irritating part about it, is that I don't know whether or not that is a good thing.

"We only have under 20 minutes left, Sang, so how about we get to know each other a little bit and start the proper lessons tomorrow?" I ask her, wanting to know what she thinks about the suggestion. She nods her head slightly, almost like she knew this was coming, and in a curious worthy way, was seeming to dread it.

"I haven't got much to tell, I'm afraid." She says sorrowfully. She looks up at me, and I notice that behind the deep, mesmerising green pools that are her eyes, she has a scarred look, one that I have seen many times before when I look in the eyes of my team. And my own when I'm alone. I think, knowing that if anyone from my team found out, they would ask a whirl-wind of questions that I'm not ready to answer yet.

"That doesn't matter, Sang, everybody has a life story, and even if you think it's not interesting or not, there will always be someone that will appreciate that you told them and tell you about themselves, you see, whether you realise it or not, you are important. And people will care enough to listen. No matter how boring or not your life really is."  I say, looking into her eyes, showing her that I really mean every single word that I told her. I hope she trusts me. Even if that day isn't today, I will make it my death mission to make her trust me. And I've made a promise to myself to never betray that trust on that day that she does decide to put herself on the line.

"Well..."