Dylan's POV
Opening my eyes, I shift around, and freeze as I realize there is someone holding me. I look up and realize that its Ms.Foster.
I sit up, wincing as a whole new wave of pain shoots through me.
"You shouldn't be moving so much," I heard a voice say from beside me. I look over and see Ms.Foster starring at me.
"Yeah," I mumbled, standing up, staggering a bit before I catch my balance. Walking over to my bag, I grab a shirt, and some shorts.
"What are you doing?" She asked, walking over to me.
"Getting ready for school," I deadpanned.
"Are you sure you want to go today?"she asked.
"Look, I'm thankful for everything you did for me last night. I know I broke down or whatever, but you don't owe me anything. I'm not your charity case. Ok? You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine." I said, looking back at her. I could tell what I had said hurt her.
"I know you're not a charity case. Ok? All I want to do is help you, alright?" She said. The way she was staring at me, it felt as if she were staring into my soul. "Believe it or not, but I know what you're going through. You're not the only one who's had a hard life."
Sighing, I sit back down, facing away from her. "I know," I said quietly. Putting my head in my hands. She came and sat next to me. Putting her hand on my thigh and squeezing.
I know she was trying to comfort me, but I can't deny that she made something stir in me. I look over to her, and she's staring at me again.
Before I can even think, I lean in, and crash my lips on hers. She seems surprised at first, but soon melts into the kiss. A few seconds later, she pushes me away. Wincing I stand up, and back away from her. "Shit," I said, grabbing my things I bolted out the door.
There's no denying how great it felt to kiss her. But theres also no denying the fact that she's straight. And probably just sees me as some fucked up teenager in need of a savior.
I don't need anyones pity. Especially hers.
Ignoring the burning feeling in my side, I jog to school. Not wanting to be seen by anyone, I bolt into the library.
Oh lord, I can only imagine how freaked out she'll be. She probably thinks I'm some mentally insane lesbian.
Oh well, I don't need her. I don't need anybody. I'm perfectly fine on my own.
Samanthas POV
Oh....My....God.....
All I can think, or say, or do, is oh my god.
She kissed me. A seventeen year old girl, who happens to be one of my students, kissed me. On the lips. And I kissed back. Despite the butterflies I got when her lips met mine, it was wrong. I'm twenty five years old for fucks sake!
This is not okay. This is so not okay. But I still want to help her. I still want to be there for her. Despite the attraction I feel towards her, i want to help her.
Im left alone with my thoughts as I sit in traffic on the way to the school.
I look to the right, and there's a kid in a pickup, I recognize him as Justin Pentworth from my fifth period. He's a nice kid. Only his attention span isn't as great as I'd hope it to be.
As I'm pulling up in the teachers parking lot, I see Glenda walking towards the building. Jogging, I catch up to her.
"Why good morning Ms.Foster!" She says cheekily.
"Well someone's in a good mood this morning," I laugh, walking beside her.
"Well that's because this someone had a date last night," she said.
"Ohhhhh, give me all the details!"
"Oh trust me girl, I will. Swing by my room at lunch, ok?"
"Sounds like a plan." I call out, walking towards my room.
Well, I guess I just have to make the most of today.
Today I just decided to put on a movie. Considering today is Friday. Signalling the ending of their first week back. So the classes weren't as long and boring as I expected them to be.
Soon enough I find myself waving my farewells to my third period. It wasn't until I saw Dylan walking down the hall that I realized how nervous I actually was.
Seeing her face, brought back the butterflies I had swarming in my stomach.
"Good afternoon class," I said, glancing around the room. Dylan was in her usual seat, headphones in and writing in her notebook. "Today, were going to be watching a movie." I say, playing the movie Sandlot, and sitting at my desk.
Five minutes before class ends, I remind my students to turn in their notebooks.
I watch closely, as Dylan slowly limps to the class bin and drops her notebook in. "Dylan," I called out, standing from my desk, I walk over to her and slightly pull her back into the room. Closing the door behind the last student who walked out.
She stood there in front of me, staring at the ground, refusing to acknowledge my existence. "Dylan, hey, can we talk?"
Sighing she walked over to a desk, and sat down. I pulled up a chair, and sat in front of her. "Okay," I said, awkwardly placing my hands on the desk.
"I know, I shouldn't have kissed you," she mumbled, still not like looking at me. "And I know what you're going to say, so its whatever. I get it. Ok? So save me all the bullshit. I don't need it." She said gruffly, finally looking at me.
"Hey," I said, grabbing her hand, " listen to me. Ok, I'm not going anywhere, alright?" She pulled away from me, obviously hurting herself in the process.
"Stop acting like you care! No one does! No one ever has! You understand?!" She yelled, on the verge of tears. "No one would notice! No one!" She yelled. Finally breaking down.
It pained me seeing her this way. This broken. In so much pain. I tried grabbing her hand again, but she yanked it away and abruptly stood up. "No! I refuse to be your fucking charity case!"
"You're not a fucking charity case to me! Don't you understand? All I want to do is help you?!?!" I said, holding her shoulders, looking in her eyes. "And I do care."
"Yeah? And why should you? I'm nothing but a useless piece of shit. I'm nothing." She said. Walking towards the door.
"I care because you remind me of me." I said, pulling her back by her wrist. "And I'm going to help you. Whether or not you want it. You understand me?" I said.
We stood there for what felt like hours, until she looked away. "Yeah, well good luck with that." She walked out the door and down the hallway.
After school, I sat at my desk, reading through all the journals I could before I got too tired.
Walking over, I picked up fourth periods bin, and I sifted through it. Picking up Dylan's notebook, I open it up.
'Read it or don't, I don't really care.' It read.
'I guess I'll write in this thing. Not that I think you'll care. But I wanted to say thank you. You know for taking care of me or whatever. Anyways,I probably won't ever say this out loud, but I appreciated it. And look, I'm sorry for kissing you or whatever. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't like it, because I did. But seeing how you did kiss back, you and I both know you liked it too. But its whatever, you're a teacher and what not. So its cool I guess. '
Sighing, I put the book in my bag, and head out the door.
While driving back to my house, I couldn't help but smile at the fact that she had liked it. She had liked the kiss.
