yes, sir ↝ cth

03

A N N A B E T H

"Hello, Ms. Carter." Mr. Hood greeted me as I walked into his room at the end of the day to discuss the whole tutoring situation.

"Hello, Sir, or should I call you 'Calum'?" I giggled and shut the classroom door behind me.

He shook his, head, laughing. "Whichever you prefer." Calum stood from his desk. He was wearing a white button-down tucked into dark gray dress pants. Today he opted to wear his glasses, unlike other days when he wears his contacts. But he looked great, as usual.

"Here," He spoke, his voice snapping me out of my, what I assume was obvious, stare. "Let's take a seat at the table in the back."

I nodded and wove myself through the desks to the small table in the back of the room. Mr. Hood followed, pulling out a chair. "Set your bag here, Annabeth." He smiled before he took a seat.

I smiled as well, and set my bag down in the seat, then sitting down myself. "You know, you could call me 'Anna' or 'Annie'." I giggled softly, scooting myself closer to the table. "You don't have to call me by my full first name."

He chuckled softly, folding his hands together and leaning on his elbows which were on the table. "I prefer Annabeth, at least for now."

I was slightly confused about the 'for now' portion but shook my head. "So, this tutoring thing," I broke the brief silence in the room.

"Yes, yes." Mr. Hood nodded and bit down on his lip, which I might add caused me to feel a bit of moisture between my thighs.

He released his lip, "Ah," He sounded and grabbed a sticky note pad. "Do you happen to have a pen, Annabeth?" He chuckled.

I laughed gently and nodded, retrieving a pen from my bag and handing it to him.

He smiled, "Thank you, now, I just need to know days of the week and times that work for you. Keep in mind this is only for the rest of the semester."

"Uhm, really any days work. Times are probably from when school gets out to about five o'clock-ish."

Calum nodded, writing it down on his small post-it note pad, "Quite a flexible schedule I must say." he said as he clearly stifled a laugh.

"Hey, don't tease me about my non-existent social life." I playfully pouted, crossing my arms over my chest and slumping in my seat.

He shook his head, a smile still apparent on his lips. "I would never," He continued to tease, looking up towards me.

I stuck my tongue out at him, a giggle quickly following the action.

Mr. Hood grinned at me, "Stop being cute, Annabeth, I need to focus." He chuckled once again and kept writing a few other notes.

I blushed heavily and sat up in my seat, crossing my legs. He lifted his head and I gave him a soft smile. He obviously noticed that my face was flushed and he shook his head, smiling.

I don't know what thoughts were running through his head, but I am pretty positive they weren't the ones running through mine. Cute? Why does he keep saying that? Does he say it to every girl? Am I the only one? Does it mean anything? Is he just being nice? He's my teacher, he can't just call me cute like that, right? Isn't it against some rule? Why is he doing it? Is he trying to hint at something?

My thoughts occupied the whole of my mind, I was brought back to reality only to see Mr. Hood looking at me with his head tilted. I shook my head and gestured for him continue.

"Well, here." He stood from his seat across from me and moved next to me. "Do you have a planner or calendar?" He questioned.

I leaned over and pulled a simple planner notebook from my bag and placed it in front of him. He smiled and open to the monthly calendar pages. Calum began explaining and jotting notes about when I would most likely be tutoring. He would give me an official schedule the next day in class or would send it to me somehow.

I looked at the paper intently not necessarily realizing how close we were to each other.

Calum interrupted his own words, "Wow, Annabeth. Relax." He chuckled, and I had noticed he placed his hand on my knee to prevent my leg from bouncing.

"Sorry, Sir. I tend to do that." I blushed faintly.

"It's okay. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." He smiled as usual and gave my knee a soft squeeze before continuing his previous thoughts.

My face was most likely beet red at this point, and his hand was still gently resting on my knee. As nervous as it made me, I couldn't push him away. Let's all keep in mind that I still had some sort of crush on this man.

I chewed on the inside of my lip and looked up at him a bit as he explained more of the calendar. Mr. Hood was so effortlessly attractive it had seemed, which obviously made it easy to stare and harder for me to act like I was paying attention when he occasionally checked to see if I was.

"A bit distracted, aren't we?" His voice questioned me, pushing the papers off to the side and looking over towards me.

My eyes quickly went to meet his, and my brain refused to allow my mouth to form a response.

Mr. Hood chuckled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Is everything alright, Annabeth?" He adjusted his sitting position to face me, his eyes seemed to scan my face as I nodded.

"Everything is alright, Sir." I quickly told him in an attempt to hide any nerves he may be able to hear in my voice.

He brought his bottom lip in between his teeth, causing me to them furrow my brows.

After a minute of silence, he opened his mouth and spoke. "Annabeth, are you seeing someone?"

My facial expression must have given away my confusion because he followed up with more words, "Like, are you in a relationship, Annabeth?"

"N-No, Sir. I am n-not." I stuttered and stumbled over my own words. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, making it difficult for me to produce words belonging to the English language. It was so out of character for me. But the question provoked so much. Could he now tell I had a small crush on him? Did I just ruin my life? The effect this man had on my actions and emotions infuriated me.

"Well, I would've assumed a beautiful girl such as yourself would've been." He shook his head and once again slipped his hand onto my knee, bringing himself closer to my body.

Butterflies swarmed rapidly in my stomach and my face felt as if it was burning. He called me beautiful. Beautiful. I just about fell out of my chair.

His thumb began rubbing gentle circles on my leg. "Annabeth?"

My head snaps up to meet his eyes.

"Have you ever been kissed?" He asked.

I shook my head. I haven't even had a boyfriend. The closest I had gotten to a boyfriend was a close guy friend I had in the third grade.

"Use your words, darling," I swear to god, the way that pet name rolled off his tongue would have caused me to collapse if I was standing.

"N-No, Sir. I haven't been k-kissed." I managed to force out of my mouth.

His mouth formed a small smirk. What is he doing? I asked myself. Mr. Hood's face inched closer to mine. My heart raced. And his warm lips made contact with mine, ending the anticipation and sending another wave of nerves throughout my entire body.

"Mr. H-Hood, wha—" I murmured, pulling my face back a bit, then being cut off by the man himself.

"Did you enjoy it?"

My face felt like it became redder, which I didn't believe was possible. I nodded in response to his question, feeling guilty. I just had my first kiss with a man nine years older than me. And he's my English teacher.

Nevertheless, he smiled. "Annabeth, I would love to do more of that. But I need to know if you're you okay with this?"

My heart was about to jump out of my chest. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the thoughts racing laps around my brain, but I swallowed the lump in my throat and squeaked out a reply, "Yes, Sir. I am."

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a/n;

is this moving too fast? i just really wanted them together v quickly so like here you go