Hey guys! This chapter contains sexual content at the end so beware if you don't like that sort of thing, though I haven't gone into too much detail... Enjoy! :)
All day, I had anticipated that English lesson.
“Toby, I need a word.”
“Miss?”
“I need to tell you that I’ve made a mistake. I need you Toby, you are the love of my life.”
Her lips touched mine, before she began to unbutton my shirt…
“TOBY!”
I crashed off my chair, my book falling on my face. The class erupted. I staggered upright, sitting down hastily so that Mrs Cartwright wouldn’t glimpse a certain… ahem… visitor in my trousers.
“Would you like to repeat what I just said, Mr White?”
“Err... I’m sorry, miss, I wasn’t listening.”
“His mind was on other things, miss!” Someone shouted from across the room. The class chortled. My cheeks flamed.
“I suggest you keep your thoughts away from my science class, Mr White,” said Mrs Cartwright sternly, her eyebrows raised. “Whatever they might contain.” I glared at the floor, fiddling with my fingers. I looked across at Squizz, and he raised his eyebrow. "As penance, Toby, you can tell me the correct formula for glucose."
"Errmmm... C6H12O6?"
"Correccttt!" Announced Mrs Cartwright, scribbling it on the board with a flourish. "You can relax now, Toby, but please keep your mind inside my science lesson. Yes?" I nodded feebly. Mrs Cartwright flashed me a knowing smile. I turned to see Squizz's face halfway between horror and humour.
“Bloody hell, mate,” he whispered, “You’ve got it bad.”
***
By the time English swung round, I was beginning to dread my existence. By the time I’d trudged up to room 65, I’d realized the bell had rung for the end of lunch ten minutes previously. I hared up the English corridor, almost bowling over a sixth form couple canoodling in an alcove before I skidded to a halt in front of Mrs Locke’s room, straightening my uniform nervously.
“Sorry I’m late, Miss.”
I made a beeline for my seat, trying not to look at her, as I knew that as soon as I did, I would get the ultimate hard on.
“Detention after school, Toby.” My mouth fell open, but for an entirely different reason. She looked terrible. Her face seemed to look so much older, like she hadn’t slept. Her eyes held a certain weariness that I couldn’t place. Her lips were placed nervously, her body language was twitchy. Something wasn’t right.
I sank into my seat, keeping my head low for the lesson. She walked past me a few times, and I felt her hesitate each time she passed. I realized something else; she wasn’t wearing her perfume. She smelt of loneliness, and insecurity.
“Hey, mate,” said Squizz at the end of the lesson. “We’re goin’ onto the rec to play footie. Wanna come?” I snapped out of my thoughts.
“Sorry,” I shook my head. “Detention remember?”
“Ah,” Squizz shook his head. “See ya later then.” I watched him wander off with Ben and Marc, who had his arm round his boyfriend.
I headed up to English again, knocked on the door, and walked in. Mrs Locke was bent over her desk, tears dripping down her cheeks.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I mumbled, about to close the door.
“No.” She looked up, wiping her eyes. “Sorry, Toby, I don’t know what came over me. Please, come in.”
I sat down at my desk.
“How long am I in for?”
“As long as I decide.”
“Miss!” I whined.
“Why were you late?”
“I…” I contemplated my ready-made excuses.
“I didn’t hear the bell.” She sighed, her face pained.
“That is not a valid excuse, Toby.”
“I’m sorry, miss. It won’t happen again.”
To my surprise, her face crumpled.
“Miss? Are you okay?”
“No,” she sobbed, “My husband and I… we had an argument last night and he hasn’t come home.” A blow the size of the Titanic shish-kebabed my insides. I’d forgotten she was married.
“Your husband…?”
“Mr Locke.”
“Not the…”
“Yes.”
Before I knew what the hell I was doing, I crossed the room and folded my arms around her. She took in a sharp intake of breath. “Toby…”
“Just breathe.”
She curled herself against me, and I pressed my lips against hers. For a moment, she hesitated, then she grew stronger. We walked backwards until we were pressed against the wall. I ran my fingers through her hair, and she moaned softly. Her fingers flitted over my skin, and under my shirt. I gripped her waist, and her leg nudged my crotch, sending fireworks under my skin. She fumbled for my belt. “Here?” I asked, looking around the classroom. She nodded as my belt fell to the floor. She reached up to unbutton her blouse. “Hell yeah.” She answered with a devilish grin.
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One Kiss... (Completed)
Teen FictionToby White is sixteen, and he lives in Springfield Falls with his mum and sister, Lottie following his parents’ messy divorce. Confused, and frustrated, he turns to his English teacher, Sarah Locke for support, but when one kiss turns into many, can...
