illicit Relationship (Editing)

Ch 4: My First Detention.

"I never thought it could be so hard to lose something I never really had."

I stood outside his door, I could feel his presence in the room. I took a deep breath and entered. He smiled upon seeing me, but he also looked a little confused “Miss Johnson what can I do for you today?" he said in his sweet yet sexy voice.  

"Umm I have detention with you all week. Trying to help you get organized with your room" I smiled at him. "And Um I’m sorry for today. I didn’t feel very well, and I know I can pass your class. I didn’t mean to disrespect you."  

He smiled in return, "No its fine, I feel as though I disrespected you as well. I’m sorry. But may I ask why you have detention?"  

I sat down on a seat in the first row. "Bianca said some.... Rude things to me so I talked back" I giggled and he looked at me with a smirk. I continued "then she tried to slap me, I moved so she missed me but I accidentally, might of tripped her and made her fall" I finished smiling.  

Mr. Night smirked "oh so your punishment is to hang out with a super-hot and cool teacher. That's not much of a punishment" he said sarcastically.  

I smiled and played along "actually it is a punishment. I have to hang out with you for a very long hour every day. Seeing you but not being able to touch you" I sighed dramatically "it's complete torture" I began giggling.  

I looked over at Mr. Night who had on a serious expression. But he cracked a smile and laughed again "it is torture. Isn't it" 

I looked at him and smiled "complete torture" 

We were quietly staring at each other for a couple seconds, he broke the silence.  

"Well I need help looking for thirty copies of The Awakening for your class. Let’s go look for them in the supply closet." 

I smiled and nodded. Mr. Night stood up and began walking to the supply closet I followed soon after. He came to a stop in front of the door. Then an idea hit me.  

I wanted to know if those feelings for him were real, or if they were caused due to my embarrassment. I decided I would somehow make him touch me, if the feelings were true it would be clear that he is probably my soul mate.  

But I have to make sure.  

Mr. Nights opened the door and walked in I followed behind. 

"Ok start looking" he said in his low yet sexy voice.  

I nodded "mmhmm"  

I began looking on the shelves. After some time I saw some books that looked like they might be the books we were looking for. I brought a little latter and put it against the wall. I climbed up but I began shake, but it wasn't anything big, having my vampire powers I could have jumped off in seconds before I even touched the ground.  

But I didn't do anything I just pretended to tremble, I grabbed ahold of book case when I suddenly felt some big strong arms wrap around my waist. 

I immediately felt the intense feeling in my body. I smiled knowing Mr. Night is my soul mate.  

I turned around, because of the stairs I was at his height, my nose only centimeters from his. His hands were still wrapped around my waist.

We stared at each other for a couple seconds, I just stood there not knowing what to do. Knowing Mr. Night was my soul mate was a good thing, but come on he is still my teacher. I have lived long enough to know that student teacher relationships are stupid, and they never work out. But then again I’ve rarely heard about vampire and human student teacher relationships.

Mr. Night stared at me, his dark blue eyes mesmerizing me. He slowly leaned his forehead against mine, I could see him eyes looking down at my lips. I knew he wanted to kiss me, but would he really risk his job for me. Would he give up the many years of education to have a relationship with a student, vampire.

I don’t know, but I knew I couldn’t let this get any further. I pulled myself away from him. 

“I’m sorry."  He said looking away from me nervously. He ran a hand through his hair.

He looked at me again "It's almost four o' clock. You can go now." he said still not looking at me. My guess was that he was embarrassed. Although nothing happened something like that cannot happen between a teacher and a student. 

I kept a serious face but nodded and walked away determined not to look back. I could feel a strange yet painful ache in my chest. But I did the most womanly cliché thing possible.  

I sent Kim a text.  

'Come over. Girl’s night. Hurry' 

Then I walked to my car and drove home.

Edited. tell me if you see mistakes :)