My Teacher

Chapter 23

Abhay's POV.

"Hello Abhay." I rolled my eyes at the most annoyingn woman in the world.

"Miss Arora." I nodded my head in acknowledgement.

"You look very ho-handsome today." She blushed.

"Thank you." I didn't want to converse with her, all she does is try to get into my pants. And she has the mentality of a thirteen year old rather than a mature adult like myself. And I can practically see that she stuffed tissues into her bra.

Disgusting.

"So did you practice for the match Abhay?" She asked and I mentally rolled my eyes. I looked at her and gave her the fakest smile I could muster.

"Actually I-"

I froze when my eyes caught something. Well, Someone.

Her long hair covered her smooth back. Her long legs were in my view and I shamelessly stared at the content which was covered by her skirt.

Damn.

"Excuse me." I said to Miss. Arora and walked towards the beautiful girl. My ears became blocked because of all the questions rising in my head. Who was she? What was her name? I couldn't peel my eyes off of her as I inched closer.

She ran her hand through her long hair then moved it to her side. My breathing became rapid as I got a perfect view of her flawless back. Just perfect for kissing.

I stopped about a ruler's length behind her. Before I could do anything further a gush of wind blew her hair and it smelt oddly familiar. But I loved it.

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, Miss." I said as normal as I could.
My eyes widened when she turned around.

There she stood in front of me. I mentally slapped myself for not knowing who she was from behind. But she looked so different, so much more mature and hot.

I scanned her face. She wore a bit of make-up, that was a first. I always considered her as beautiful but now...she looked sexy.

"Oh, hey Abhay." She smiled. I hated to admit how much I enjoyed hearing my name roll off her tongue.

"Hi Tina." I glanced down at her body then glanced back into her beautiful hazel eyes.

Fuck!

I thought. It took me so bloody long to get rid of that image of her bending down in her tight shorts and now I had to deal with this image too? What was this woman doing to me?

I had never felt so turned on before when I was with her. Yes, I know she was my student but I couldn't conceal the attraction I felt for her when she first walked into my classroom. She was gorgeous, yes, but she had a certain trait which triggered my attention.

She was intelligent without a doubt, and it always amused me as to how committed she was to doing her work. She would hand in assignments early and never skipped class and she always had a smile plastered onto her face. She was a good student.

But, that wasn't the reason as to why I took interest in her.

She was different from every other student. She was mature. I could see it in the way she spoke, the way she carried herself and the way she handled every situation. However, she was also very naïve. Her eyes are always filled with wonder and curiousity and it brought out a certain spark in her.

And because of her naïvety, I felt the urge to protect her. She was so delicate, her innocence made her vulnerable to the world around us. And I wanted to protect her innocence from those who are a threat to it.

"You ready for the match?' She asked.

"Not one bit." I huffed and she giggled. She was so cute. "Are you ready to cheer?"

"Nope. I never was." She replied and I grinned.

"Well, I hope you don't do well. Because you're cheering for the students, not for the teachers and I really don't feel like losing today." I teased and she faked a shocked face.

"Excuse me?" She gasped.

"You are excused." I said and she smiled and shook her head. "By the way I expect you to cheer for me."

"What? No! You're not a student therefore I can't cheer for you." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm your teacher, you have to cheer for me."

"That's not a valid reason." She smirked.

"Well aren't you sassy today?" I smirked and she blushed. I loved how she got shy so quickly.

"Just go." She shook her head and laughed.

"Fine fine." I raised my hands up in defense. "Oh, by the way," I leaned forward, "you look good." I said then walked towards the field.

*Tina's POV*

I watched in awe as he walked away from me. My cheeks burned after the compliment I received.

You look good.

Those words gave me confidence with every step. I smiled to myself and walked towards Tanya. "Hellooooo." I smiled.

"What happened to you? Why are you so happy?" She raised her eyebrow.

"It's just a beautiful day, that's all." I smiled.

"Okay. You ready to cheer?" She asked and I nodded.

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I was still chuffed throughout the rest of the match. I didn't know why but every time I looked at Abhay my heart fluttered. He was handsome...very handsome. But some other feeling stirred within me...and I couldn't pin point it.

I watched as he ran towards the soccer ball. His muscles flexed under his thin shirt and my breathing became ragged.

Wow.

I thought. I couldn't help but imagine what his skin felt like under my touch.

Wait what?

My eyes widened. Did I just fantasize touching Abhay? No...no...No!

Snap out of it Tina! He is your teacher not your boyfriend! Yes, he's flawless and has amazing hair which I just want to sift my hand through and-

STOP IT!

I mentally slapped myself. Where were these thoughts coming from?

"Tina! Mr. Ranawat scored!"

"Again!" I gasped. He was really good at soccer.

"Hell yeah! Omg they won!" She screamed. "I really thought the students would have won."

"Well Sir is good," I said, "looks good too." I whispered the last part.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Nothing." I shook my head and she eyed me suspiciously but then walked towards the soccer players and started congratulating them.

I watched as Abhay was high-fived by many of the students and teachers. I smiled but then it faded when I saw Miss Arora walk up to him and hug him.