My Teacher

Chapter 15

8:00.

It was Saturday morning.

I got out from bed and walked towards my bathroom.

I decided to wash my hair that day, it was much easier to maintain and I even wore it open to university! I received many compliments from my acquaintances, but not one from Abhay.

He was still ignoring me.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I stripped from my clothes and got into the shower...but it didn't work. After ten minutes of trying to turn it on I gave up.

I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped into my room. The house was silent and I really needed to bath.

I realised that Abhay wasn't at home. I mentally cheered. He usually disappears on a Saturday morning and arrives late in the afternoon.

That meant one thing...I could use his shower! I ran to his bedroom and knocked on the door just in case. No answer.

I walked straight to his bathroom and stepped into the shower.

It was surprisingly neat and organised.I turned the shower on and sighed as the warm water trickled down my skin.

His transparent shower doors became misty soon and I wrote my name.I mistakenly forgot to bring my toiletries so I just used Abhay's shampoo and body wash.

They smelt so manly...I loved it.

After rinsing my hair and body I stood under the shower head, relaxing my muscles.

My mind and body completely at ease.

But then the bathroom door swung open and in walked Abhay wearing a Nike shirt and black shorts.

I screamed and quickly grabbed my towel and covered myself.

Thankfully he had his earphones in and didn't see me naked in his shower...but my scream surely got his attention.

"Oh shit." He eyed me quickly then raced out of the bathroom.

I dried myself and wrapped my towel securely around my body.

When I stepped out of the bathroom I was immediately pushed against the wall.

"What they fuck were you doing in my bathroom?" His eyes filled with anger.

"I-I-I'm sorry." I stuttered as surprise filled me, he barely touched me before and now he was grabbing me and pushing me up against a wall?

"Answer my damn question!" He shouted in my face.

"My shower wasn't w-working so I thought I could use y-yours." My voice barely a whisper. His hands holding my shoulders made my knees go weak...nobody had ever touched me like that before.

"Did you ask me if you could?"

I looked down.

He removed his hands from my shoulders and held my chin. I suprisingly hated the loss of his hands. "Did I?"

I shook my head.

"Use your voice!"

"No." I held back tears.

"Then why the fuck did you go in? Can't you respect my privacy?"

"S-Sir I d-do respect you I-I'm sorry." And then a tear slipped out from my eye and a few water droplets slid down my collarbone. Abhay's eyes secretly watch them silde down my chest into the towel which I clutched tightly.

He placed his hands against the wall next to my head. "Don't let it happen again." He warned and grabbed me by my arm and pushed me out of the room.