Mr. Urie is my teacher. I am his student. Sometimes students fall for their teachers. But really, he wasn't supposed to fall for me too.
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Class the next day was boring. The dream about him kissing me kept chasing my thoughts. He was wearing form fitting dress pants and a nice button up shirt. He seemed more formal today rather than yesterday. Maybe he dressed up for you? The thought came to my mind. I quickly dismissed the idea, because it was very unlikely. The bell chimed and I quickly gathered my stuff.
"Alana, I'm tutoring you?" He reminding me. I glanced at him.
"Oh right!" I slapped my forehead. He chuckled. His laugh. I could feel my body heating up.
"Come over here by my desk, I'm comfortable over here!" He smiled and I could feel my legs becoming weak again. I sat down and opened my history book.
"You stayed awake most of my class!" He congratulated me. I laughed nervously. I could feel sweat building up on my forehead. I could imagine him thinking I was a sweaty pig. Does he know that he makes me this nervous.
I glanced at his lips. They were full and plump. So juicy. So kissable. My mind raced back to my dream and the kiss.
"You paid attention most of class and we didn't have homework, so I put this project together. I guess we can work on this extra credit project together now." He started to shuffle through papers on his desk. I watch his fingers and imagined them softly caressing my back. I imagined them touching my face. "You're awfully quiet today."
I became more nervous. "Sorry," I choked on the word.
He smiled a caring smile and glanced down to my lips. He bit his lip and then realized what he was doing. He nervously cleared his throat,"Well we should start on this project."
After a few hours of working together, He glanced at the clock. We worked and had a casual conversation.
"Sorry to break this up," He apologized. "It's nearly 6 at night, I should get heading home soon, gotta feed the dog." I laughed. He had a dog. I loved dogs. "Do you need a ride home?"
I was embarrassed,"Yeah, my mom works until midnight tonight."
"Do you need a drive home every class?"
My face became red,"I can pay you gas money."
He chuckled,"Alana, no. I'm the one keeping you after school."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!" He quickly replied.
We shared eye contact. I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
"Well, since your mom won't be home until late would you like to get something to eat with me?" He seemed nervous asking me. Is this a date? "I mean unless you don't want to and have other plans."
"Of course, where would you like to go?" The excitement was bursting through every bone in my body.
"I wouldn't mind some Mexican food, how do think of that?" He asked me. He still seemed nervous around me. Like when a boy likes a girl and is nervous he's gonna screw everything up. That's the only way I could explain it.
"Mexican food is my favorite, Mr. Urie," I smiled.
He chuckled,"Alana, you know you can call me Brendon. It's after school hours."
