How to Get Caught Sleeping With Your Teacher

Chapter 15 - Eris

No sooner than it happened, I quickly pulled back from the kiss and opened my eyes only to find Gillian staring back at me. There was a silence, oh there was such a silence between us. Neither of us said anything, neither of us had anything to say. My heart was beating hard, I'm almost sure he could hear it in the quiet of that gym office.

But then, something in his eyes changed. I wasn't sure what it was or why they changed, but I knew they did. Before I could think about it, he leaned back in to once again reunite our lips. I was in shock, but it didn't take long for the passion to intensify. It felt so good to kiss him, to stop thinking about anything and everything else except for what was happening in that moment. The kiss deepened, to the point of which I didn't know what else would happen in this drafty gym office. His index finger and thumb loosely held my chin as I held one side of his cheek...

By now we were in a full blown make out, his hands caressing up and down my back gracefully. My hand had now made it's way down to his thigh, while my other hand stayed warm on his cheek. I had never felt a kiss nicer than this one, so delicate yet so passionate. But as they say, these violent delights have violent ends; and in their triumph die, like fire and powder; or as they kiss, consume...

Our kiss was interrupted by a familiar voice. This was a shock to us both, as we knew the door was locked and it was already 7. I turned around to see none other than Gloria, her legs towering in a pair of boots and a leather jacket.  She stood stationary in her position, arms crossed against her chest.

I had nothing to say to explain what was going on, so I said the only thing I could think of.

"Gloria...how did you find me?" I asked, wondering how much of Gillian and I's kiss she had seen.

She looked hard at Gillian and then back to me.  She must have seen it. "Dice has tracking enabled on your phone. I got worried when you didn't come out."

"How did you...The door was locked. We were locked in here." I stammered, trying to talk about anything other than what just happened.

"Dice is back, Nikita." 

"Y-you mean?"

"Yes. Micky is back." I felt myself let out a big sigh of relief at her words. A tear formed at the corner of my eye but I didn't bother to wipe it away. I ran up and hugged Gloria as hard as I could. She lead me out of the office, but not before I turned around to look at Gillian one last time. My gaze lingered, but he kept his head down and refused to look up. So I turned and walked out of the office with Gloria.

The car ride home was filled with my berating questions. I wanted to know where Micky had been gone to, why it took so long, and why he didn't bother to call.

Gloria simply instructed me to wait until we got home.

I burst into the door of that lovely green house to see Micky sitting on the couch, sipping something out of a coffee cup. He looked so nonchalant, acting as if he had never even left. The dogs hung around his position like girls hanging around a high school football star.

I looked at Micky and felt my heart ache as I came to the realization that he was actually present before me. Upon our arrival, he stood from the couch and slowly walked over to me, but not before I could run towards him with a longing hug.

"You're finally back. I was so worried something happened to you."

"Ah, you know me, I always make it home."

"But I wasn't sure this time. You were gone so long...with no word back...I didn't know what to think." I paused and pulled back from the hug to look at him thoroughly. He looked different. He looked weathered. He never looked like this. "Why were you gone so long? Where did you go? Why couldn't you call?" I interrogated him without meaning to.

"You don't want to know Nikita. You don't."

"I do want to know."

"You hungry? We can order in. Mexican?"

I was aggravated that he was ignoring me. "Micky."

He sighed heavily. "I was with your father." He kept his eyes down, so as not to see my disapproving look. "I needed to discuss something with him."

"You're lying." I muttered in disbelief, thinking that in some way, he was playing a sick joke on me.

"I wouldn't lie to you Niki."

"W-why would you go to see the man who ruined my life? What reason do you have?"

"I told you. I needed to discuss something with him."

"What is this? Are you looking for a job? Is that it? You really want to work for him again, Micky?" I was growing angrier and angrier with every word. I despised my father, and Micky was fully aware of this and my good reasons for hating him.

"Nikita, stop. I wasn't asking him for a job." Mikhail's face was now stern and had twisted into a colder face.

"Then what is it, Micky?! Because I can't seem to find any other reason you'd want to speak with the man who essentially ruined my-"

"достаточно!" 'Enough!' He quickly raised his voice at me, which was something he didn't do often. His voice scared me, causing me to take a few steps back reflexively. The dogs all sat watching our conversation carefully, tensely. But the only one who dared to make sound was Nike. She barked once after Micky shouted, causing us both to look at the protective dog.

I averted my attention back to Mikhail, but as I felt disgusted with his presence, I turned and walked upstairs quickly, catching a glance of Gloria's eyes on me as I climbed the stairs.

My room felt lonely. I sat on my window and looked out my window, taking in my current reality. Mikhail had met with my hated father. I had kissed- no, made out with my teacher. These two things sat on either of my shoulders, both weighing me down like an anchor. The worst part? I had no one to confide in. Lucia was my best friend of course, but I couldn't tell her either of those things. Lucia didn't know about my father and she definitely couldn't know about what happened with Gillian. Not that I didn't trust her, it's just, some things you must keep secret. Some things you must take on yourself. And so I sat, in my lonely room.