He's my teacher. I'm his student. He's married. I'm seventeen. I shouldn't love him. But I do.
He's selfish; taking what he wants and calls it his.
She's helpless; clinging to a little bit of spine.
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School went by like a slow drag of a cigarette. In physics I was somewhat proud to say I had my homework done before I walked in, even though it's already expected of me.
When I sat down, Tyler pulled out his paper to show me, but I refused. Pulling out my completed homework, I showed him I had already done it.
He actually looked surprised. "What? How?" Tyler asked.
I saw Mr. Urie walking into the classroom and he sent me a grin. I felt my face grow hot. "I had uh, stayed for tutoring yesterday. Got it done. Proud to surprise you though." I chuckled.
After Mr. Urie did a homework check, class fully begun. He picked up my paper like he didn't know I had done it right here with him and stamped it.
When he set it back in front of me on the table our hands brushed against each other and I felt my heart explode into a million pieces.
When he began teaching the actual lesson, I slipped on headphone into my ear and quietly shuffled my music. First to come was Lana Del Rey's Cola and I smiled a bit to myself when she says "my pussy tastes like Pepsi cola". Thinking about Mr. Urie and how he could personally tie into that lyric for me.
It made my body shiver just imagining having my way with him.
"I know your wife and she wouldn't mind," if only.
"Ashely." Brendon sharply broke into my thoughts. I perked up and saw Mr. Urie watching me.
"Take your headphones out, please." He said with his hands on his hips.
"S-sorry Mr. Urie." I choked out in embarrassment. I thought the wire was hidden under my long blue hair.
He continued on with his lesson and I felt like burying my face in my hands. Why did he have to call me out in front of everyone?
*****
Later on, I was walking home. The sun was hidden behind gray clouds and I felt a few drops of rain on my bare arms.
"Oh great." I mumbled to myself. I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked down the street. I was still a mile or so away from my house and I had missed the bus. I'm so blessed with the life I live. My mother didn't answer her phone so I was stuck walking.
Then it began to pour and my clothes and hair were getting drenched.
"Fucking wonderful. Thank fuck for that."
I heard a car engine pull up close to me and my heart began pounding. What if it's some murderer-rapist? I don't know self defense...I could scream maybe?
The car pulled up beside me and I saw the familiar red paint.
