The Teacher - A Forbidden Romance

Chapter 4 - Look What the Damn Cat Dragged in ...

CHAPTER FOUR

Look what the damn cat dragged in ...

Damon

The first day of uni has come around so fast. I can't believe another academic year has begun. I've got some starry eyed students who think they'll be the next Picasso or Van Gough in my class. Some are here because they think visual arts, and the arts means an easy pass to get into other subjects they weren't able to get into when they got their high school marks. And some are here, because they really want to learn about art, and spend hours looking at the collection we have here at the Hawkesbury campus.

       Sitting at my desk I wait for the last class of the day to shuffle in. The students keep coming in, and find a seat in the lecture hall. The girls' skirts are short, and the boys' hair is slicked to the side. Two blonde girls' sit right at the front, and one of them leans over to the other and giggles. Great, it's going to be a year where I'm going to have them throwing themselves at me. Exactly what I want ... not.

       One of the blonde's stands and comes over to my desk. "Excuse me, Mr McKenzie?" she starts while leaning forward to reveal a hint of cleavage.

       "What is it?" I respond while sitting back in my chair.

       "I hope this class isn't going to be too hard, because I'm not sure I'm going to cope with all the theory work you're going to give us."

       For fuck's sake. It's the first day and she can't keep her damn pants on.

       "Get a tutor," I snap, flipping my hand at her as my gaze moves back down to the first lecture I have planned out. What is it with blondes?

       I hear her huff slightly, and then she turns and walks away. Standing from my desk, I walk towards the board and start writing up the first lecture notes I want them to go over.

       There's a hush which falls over the class. And in this one moment, the memory of Alexis Davenport floods every one of my senses. Her smile, her soft and inviting lips. The way she laughed and the god damn mustard I licked after wiping it from her bottom lip.

       Fuck me, my cock suddenly decided to stand to attention, to come alive in front of a class filled with hot girls in too short skirts, who will see my boner through my jeans.

       Get it together, Damon. She stood you up.

       I try and push the thoughts of Alexis's sweet mouth (and what I want to do to her sweet mouth) aside, as I attempt to concentrate on the lesson.

       Calming my breathing down, I will my dick to go down and not embarrass me right now.

       Continuing to write the lecture notes on the board, I hear the door open to the hall and shut quite forcefully. This snaps me out of the fantasy of Alexis as I hear the commotion of whoever it is trying to find a seat.

       Fuck I hate getting interrupted when a lesson starts. "If you insist on being late, then be quiet as you entire my classroom," I begin saying as I keep writing on the board. Turning I want to see who's caused all this commotion. My eyes meet hers.

       Her. The one who stood me up. The one who lied to me. The one who probably laughed at me standing outside the art gallery for half an hour.

       "Oh God," she says when she sees me.

       My jaw clenches, and my hands ball up in fists, as my blood pounds through my veins. "Miss Davenport, pleased you could make time in your busy schedule for me." She knows exactly what I mean by this, it has nothing to do with the fact she's late to class.

       Suddenly another issue hits me. She's in my class. I'm going to have here, in my classroom, at least three times a week.

       "I'm ... I'm ... sorry I'm late," she stutters as her face reddens and she sits in the only available seat at the front, next to the blonde's, bimbo one and two.

       "Sorry isn't going to cut it Miss Davenport. You can stay after class so we can get you reassigned," I say. I don't want her here, a constant reminder at how she fucking broke our date. So she can rub my nose it. Fuck that shit, I'm not teaching her, she can go to another class.

       "It's not like that. I have a good reason," she replies as her eyes widen and fill with tears.

       "I'm sure any excuse you give will be just that, an excuse. I'm not going to enter into this now. After class."

       She looks down at the books she's taken out of her bag, and slumps her shoulders in defeat. "Yes, Mr McKenzie."

       The hair stands on the back of my neck, and suddenly her small voice goes directly to my cock again.

       Once all the notes are written, I go to my desk and sit concealing the hard-on that's now rubbing painfully against my jeans. The lesson goes by quite uneventfully. Every time I look at Alexis, her head is down and her dark hair falls over her face as a veil, hiding her beautiful eyes and fuckable mouth.

       The other students occasionally look over to her, but she doesn't lift her face, not even once. I want her to look up and see me staring at her, to feel the anger which is coursing through me. I want her to hurt and be as humiliated as I was standing out on the footpath, with flowers in my hand. I want her to see what she did to me.

       Just before the bell sounds and the class starts shuffling out rather quickly, I set the first assignment due next week. The entire class groans in frustration. "Keep huffing like that and I'll make it due by the end of the week," I shout to the entire class.

       Within a few moments, the lecture hall is completely empty except for me and Alexis.

       Sitting at my desk, I lean back and fold my arms in front of me. Alexis finally looks up and I see her eyes are red and her cheeks are streaked with tears. I want to go to her, pull her out of the chair and kiss those damn tears away. But I won't be played again.

       I close my eyes for a second, to regain my composure. Taking a few deep breaths, and calming down I reopen them and look back to her.

       "Miss Davenport, if you'd care to join me down here. I don't feel the necessity to yell, and nor do I want anyone whom happens to walk past the room to hear how I'm going to reassign you to another class."

       Her shoulders shake from the tears as she takes a huge gulp. Slowly she stands and walks to my desk. "Please ... just let me explain," she stutters.

       Oh yeah, this should be interesting.