Encounters(Teacher/Student)

Ch. 3

Just then my phone rings, somewhere in this apartment. Wanting to get out of his intense gaze I knock over the glass of coke all over me.

"Fuck!"

That word earns me an even more intense stare from him, his eyes darker than usual. Ignoring him I grab the Kleenex and try to clean my dress. I fail miserably. My phone keeps ringing, whoever the fuck this is, is going to die. Grabbing my phone from his room I put it on speaker while rushing back to clean my dress, wetting the Kleenex this time.

"Answer you ass," Katy yells.

"This better be good Katy. Or I'll personally come and kill you,"

"What went up your ass," Sarah says.

Oh shit, this means all three of them are on the line.

"Speak up, Jade. I know you're on the line too,"

"My bitch! I heard you at your-" she starts saying and my heart almost stops beating. But luckily Sarah cuts her off.

"Ayla, he called. He wants to meet you, he asked for your number. He said he misses you man, to the point where he has started on bad habits. We met him. He looked torn apart, you should go see him," she says.

Mr. Richard looks up at me so fast I'm surprised his neck didn't crack. I take my phone and put it off speaker while heading into his room.

"No," I finally tell them.

"He loves you," Jade says.

I laugh. Bitter one.

"Love?" I yell.

"What the fuck is love? There's no such thing as love. You're attracted to someone not because love but because your sexual desires. To create an offspring. But the concept of love has been around since forever that everyone believes in it. Why the fuck are there breakups? Divorces?

If you really loved the person in the first place you wouldn't leave no matter what, because it's love right? People like us are forced upon to think that love exists, then we look for it to find there's no such thing," I yell at them.

"I agree with her," Sarah says.

"We need to meet up. Tomorrow 2pm sharp," Jade says and after that we hang up.

I turn around to see Mr. Richard leaning against the door. I sit on the bed with all kinds of emotions running through me, but definitely not love.

I love you. I love you so fucking much, stay with me. I promise I won't stop trying. I won't hurt you.

His words run through my head like poison. Rage fills inside me, how he could be come back playing innocent? Sure I didn't tell anyone about his filthy actions but man does he have guts. I push past James and head out the door. When I step outside the building the pouring rain doesn't bother me, it helps that my tears and the raindrops mixes well together.

"AYLA," I heard my name being called but I pay no attention. The flashbacks aren't helping either. The loud horn takes me out of my dream land as I realize a car is heading straight for me. My body froze in its place.

Someone yanks my arm and I'm into them.

"What the fuck!" James yells.

"Are you trying to die?"

I look up at him to see him in a completely drenched state. He looks hot.

He takes me back to his apartment and heads straight to his closet which I just organized an hour ago. He grabs a white button up shirt and hands it to me. I look up at him confused.

"Go shower in hot water,"

"And change into these," he says.

I nod my head having no energy to protest. I take a warm shower which calms me down, and also takes the tiredness away from my body. After drying myself I change into his shirt, which stops short at my mid thigh.

I step outside, since there's no need for pants. Even if I tried his pants on they would just fall right down. I push open the door to his room and he's sitting on the bed.

"I put your clothes in the dryer,"

"Thanks,"

His eyes get dark and he stands up moving towards me, each step he takes forward I move backwards. Until my back hits the wall.

"My shirt on you," he whispers down my neck.

"Looks hot as fuck," he says this time looking right into my eyes.

I move my hand to caress his cheeks, he leans into my touch and closes his eyes for a brief second. His hand trails down my my face to my arm and he holds my hand.

"Stop me,"

He leans in leaving trails of kisses down my neck stopping right above my chest. Top three buttons already opened gives him more access to me and he doesn't hesitate kissing me there too.

Why am I not stopping him? Something in me is craving more and more of his touch. He moves up to my face and slowly leans down towards my lips looking right in me. His thumb traces my lip and then his lips captures mine. In no time I respond to him, he bites my lower lip and I let out a soft moan.

Suddenly I'm well aware of what is happening and I push him away. His eyes don't hold regret but all I can see is desire.

My point exactly, all men want is sex. Sex for them is love.

"Ayla," he says as I'm about to exit his room. I snap my head towards him rage filling inside me.

"Don't Ayla me," I yell.

"Isn't this what you wanted? If I didn't stop you, you would probably rip this shirt of yours off me right?"

"I might have let you touch me but I'm not that low Mr. Richard. I don't just let anyone touch me," I whisper the last part.

"You let me touch you," he says.

"So what am I to you?" He asks.

"Nothing,"

"You're nothing. And never will be,"

"But you're something Ayla," he says and I look up at him confused.

"You let me touch you. You let me kiss you. If you really didn't want anything to happen between us you would've stopped me,"

I just stand there like a deer caught in headlights. So what if I never forgot him. So what he doesn't need to know, I won't ever tell him.

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