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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"You have tattoos?" He asked while running his soft fingers over the ink in my skin. I giggled and turned red. His touch made my skin tingle.
"Yeah, I uh, got a friend who does em for me." I replied while goosebumps formed in my skin under his touch.
"What does this one say?" He asked, running his fingers over the one on my forearm.
"These violent delights have violent ends, Romeo and Juliet." I said. He looked up and met my eyes.
"You're a fan of Shakespeare?"
I nodded. "Ever since we read the play in ninth grade. It's sad to see those lovers be torn apart."
Brendon grinned. "Yeah, that's true." He agreed.
"How did I not notice these before?"
I chuckled. "I'm always wearing a lot of clothes."
Brendon smirked. "That should change." My eyes went wide and blood rushes to my face.
Then he grabbed my hand. "Cmon, let's swim." He said as he led me to his pool. He stood about 5 feet away and looked at me with a smile of a five year old. "Wanna jump?"
"Okay," I said with a beaming smile. We took off running and jumped into the pool. That water was freezing! Bad idea! My feet touched the bottom and I pushed off.
We both resurfaced at the same time, both laughing. Brendon reached his hand out and tucked my blue hair behind my ear, then pulled me close and connected his lips to mine.
I froze at first. I'd longed for this moment all year.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and his around my waist. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and against mine.
He pushed us over to the pool wall and put on hand on to stop us from sinking. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tugged a bit on his dark brown hair.
Once he pulled away, I whispered "fuck." In a breathy voice.
We both chuckled again and then reconnected our lips. I felt his hardness against me and felt butterflies rise into my stomach.
"I've... Wanted to do that...for awhile now." He said between breaths.
I smiled. "Me too, Brendon." He smiled back at me, and connected our lips again.
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