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~Falen's P.O.V.~
"Falen, can you be my muse?" Mr.Dolan asks.
I don't know what to say. My teacher is asking me to pose naked for him. My heart is beating out of my chest, as he walks closer to me. Is this why he was so eager to get me over here tonight? My thoughts rush through my mind, but are soon interrupted when he puts his hand on my shoulder. His hands run through my hair, as I look up at him. He's so cute. I didn't even notice how cute he was until earlier, but this dude is so fucking adorable.
"I-i don't know, Mr. Dol-"
"Call me Ethan." He interrupts.
I pull away from him, and he stares at me. His eyes are piercing through me like lasers. His glasses make him more irresistible. His overall appearance could make someone drop to their knees in seconds. His grin makes me feel all bubbly on the inside, but I can't like him.
He's my teacher.
"Ethan, I'm flattered but wouldn't this seem a little inappropriate for a student-teacher relationship?" I ask.
He grabs my hand and pulls me to his living room. I try to wiggle my arm a little, but his grip on me is too strong. We sit his couch, and he turns to me.
"Falen, you have so much talent and beauty, but you don't utilize it to your full potential." He says.
"How so?" I ask.
"You dress like and act like a fifteen year old." He says.
"No, I don't." I say.
"Yes you do." He says.
"No, I don't." I say.
"Do you even hear yourself?" He asks.
I didn't notice, until he told me to listen. I do act like a fifteen year old. I'm almost a junior in college. I guess I do need to mature myself a little. I mean, I can't stay young forever. I guess now's the time to get my act together. I wouldn't mind taking a few pointers from Mr. Dolan.
"Well, what do you suggest I do?" I ask.
"Work on your attitude first." He says.
"I don't have an attitude, that's just how I am." I say.
"Falen, listen to me. You're never gonna be able to showcase your art, if you can't learn how to be courteous." He says.
"But-"
"No, buts" He says.
I giggle, at his words.
"Falen." He says sternly.
"Okay, I'm sorry." I say.
"One other thing." He says.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"The thing you said earlier." He says.
"What did I say?" I ask.
"You said the relationship between us would inappropriate." He says.
"It..I...I don't..w-what?"
"I want to know why you think that?" He says.
"You're my teacher. I don't want to get you fired." I say.
"So, if I wasn't your teacher, there would be no problem?" He asks.
"I guess, but I really enjoy you as my teacher, so don't go digging into my classes." I say.
