Fucking My Teacher

After all the lessons had finished, I made my way to my room on the teachers wing. As soon as I got in, I flopped down on the bed and I noticed that for once I almost didn't hate this place anymore. Almost.
Mr Meyers was having an effect on me that I didn't like. It was clouding my thoughts and making me feel something other than hate and anger. I can't afford to become soft if I'm gonna make it out of here. I don't want to end up like my maths teacher, Miss Devon by becoming a teacher here like she did. She never left after her A levels and she is always sad. I bet she wishes she did more with life. Well i wasn't going to be like that. I had plans for my life. Plans that involved being far away from here as possible. And if that meant staying away from Mr Meyers then so be it. I didn't really know him anyway.
I sighed as I stared up at the white washed ceiling. My life was a mess. Had been ever since I'd found out my mother had committed suicide after the death of my father. Leaving me with no family. I guess I had a hard time dealing with it.
Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I grabbed my towel and started the shower. Nothing better to distract me than a nice, long, relaxing shower. It was pure bliss.
I started humming until I was interrupted at a knock at my door. I considered ignoring it until the person knocked again. I sighed in frustration, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself and answered the door. Mr Meyers stood there with a small smile on his face that turned to embarrassment at my state of undress. I felt my cheeks heating up and stood slightly behind the door to block my body from his view. "What do you want? You just saw me an hour ago." I snapped being harsh. If I was nasty then I would push him away. He coughed. "Um... I was told to come check on you. Apparently its my duty to make sure you're not trying to escape. For the millionth time I hear." He said in that sexy Irish accent.
"Well I'm fine as you can see and if you'll excuse me I have a shower to get back to so bye." Without waiting for him to reply I slammed the door in his face. Only after I heard his footsteps recede did I breathe a sigh of relief. That was much harder than I expected it to be. His sincere sapphire blue eyes went through to my very soul. Those plump luscious lips begged for a taste. And that gorgeous jet black hair screamed to have my fingers run through it.
But that would never happen. I'd never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. No surprise there since this was an all girls boarding school. The only males we had here were teachers and any relationship with a teacher was strictly forbidden. As by the law. Not that students haven't tried. They just never succeeded.