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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Yesterday was unreal. I sat in Mr. Urie's class the next day and just gazed at his lips. He saw me staring and laughed. I could never stop loving his laugh.
"Give me a sign, I want to believe," I whispered. I didn't feel like this was real. Was yesterday just a dream? Am I going to wake up?
"What was that, Ms. Voyles?" He asked. He had a smirk on his face.
My face became red with the attention he gave me," Sorry, Mr. Urie, just singing song lyrics."
"What song?" he stopped the whole class to have a conversation with me. The class began to snicker at us.
"Um, Ballad of Mona Lisa," I said quietly.
He knew who it was by, he loved Panic at the Disco. "Weird title. Who is the song by?"
Nerves were eating me alive,"Panic at the Disco." He was doing this on purpose. I thought he said he wanted this to be careful about us. What was he doing?
He nodded and continued class. A kid in front of my turned around. "What all that for?" He asked me. I shrugged and bit my lip. I was embarrassed and mad at the attention that Brendon brought me.
Class ended quickly and I gathered my stuff. Kids started piling out of the class.
"Alana," He said happily. "You don't have homework in my class tonight, want to go to the movies or something? "
"Not tonight," I whispered. I didn't want to be here. He hurt me. "I should get heading home."
"Whats wrong, Alana?" he seemed upset that I wanted to leave.
"I have homework," I mumbled.
"I can help you," he said quietly. "I'm sorry for what I did in class."
I threw my hands up. "What do you think my classmates are going to think, they must thing that I'm a fucking idiot. You embarrassed me!" I could taste the acidic words leave my mouth.
He looked down,"I'm sorry." His voice was only a whisper. I could tell that I hurt him. Your first fight.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you," I confessed. I could tell that he was still upset at my outbreak. "What movie were you thinking about."
He didn't answer. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He slammed his fist on the desk. "I'm so fucking stupid," he moved away from my touch. He banged on the desk again. "How the hell did I think I could get with you, you're too good for me! I'm pathetic. I'm an asshole. No wonder why you wanted to leave."
I started to cry. How could he think this way about himself?
He saw me crying and wrapped his arms around me,"My baby girl." I was conflicted. This part of him scared me, but I'm his baby girl.
"Lets go to my house and I'll make you some popcorn and we can watch a movie at my house,"A calmness coated his voice. I nodded and grabbed my stuff.
While we were in the car it started to storm. We ran into his house. It was a comfortable home. It was perfect for a family. But he was the only one who lived here?
He took my bag and threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. "Sorry for the mess."
I glanced around and saw no mess. I saw a bowl full of dog food. "You said that you have a dog?"
"Bogart is his name," He smiled and the small dog came running in. He started to bark at Brendon and I smiled.
"He's cute," I told Brendon.
"I know," He didn't take his eyes off the dog. The microwave beeped and Brendon grabbed the popcorn. He put on a movie and I snuggle up next to him on the couch. The popcorn burned my mouth but it's buttery goodness kept me wanting more.
