Teacher (Mr Mendes)

Chapter 9

The whole journey was silent until Shawn asked me, "What the hell were you doing at that club!?" I could immediately tell that he was angry. Maybe even disappointed.

"Well you see, I was talking to Zac in English 'cause you weren't there to give him a death glare and we got talking he was really nice. He asked if I wanted to go out with him and his friends and obviously I said yes. I needed the freedom with everything going on and you confusing me." My eyes widened when I realised that my drunken self had just said something stupid. He probably thought that I was a creep at that stage.

"Damn it Cass. Never do that ever again!" He slammed his hand on the steering wheel which made me jump.

"Why should I? You're not my father, my boyfriend or my bloody brother! I actually had fun." I couldn't figure out where all my confidence had suddenly come from. Oh yeah, my drinks.

"I may not Cassiopeia, but I care about you in ways that I shouldn't." The car fell silent again when he realised what had slipped out of his mouth.

"Besides, do you want someone taking advantage of you? Again?" He tried to break the ice.

"That was one time Shawn! I highly doubt that will ever happen again." I turned my head to look out the window and rested my head against the glass as I watched cars and people whizz past in a hurry.

"Trust me, they will with a body like yours..." It was barely audible, but I heard it. This was too much for one night, but I was loving it.

We finally arrived at his flat and he hopped out of the car and came around to help me. My legs were jelly and the room was spinning around so consequently I fell down, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms.

Shawn picked me up bridal style, closed the car door with his foot and headed towards the elevator. He was on the 16th floor which gave us a minute or two of awkward silence once again. I was leaning against his sturdy chest with his chin resting on the top of my head and his arms wrapped around my waist.

Finally, we reached his floor. My legs no longer felt like jelly, so instead of being carried my him, I simply leaned on him.

Shawn opened the door to reveal a beautiful apartment. There was glass instead of a walls in some rooms, therefore you could see the city and the lights.

He studied my face as I took it all in, my mouth hanging open. He smiled at my reaction before heading to the kitchen. He came back with a tall glass of water. "Drink." He said before retiring to the sofa. I gulped it down in seconds.

I looked over at his beaten face and walked over to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" He asked from where he was sitting.

"Cleaning you up." I found a rag and soaked it in water. I went back to him, trying to figure out a way to do this.

"Sit." He simply said, pointing to his lap. I took a deep breath before straddling him. I brought the rag up to his face and gently wiped it over his cuts. He took it a few sharp breaths but remained still. As I continued to clean his cuts, I brought up my other hand and rested it on his cheek to keep his head steady.

This action made him let out a soft moan. I gasped at this but carried on. I was surprised at what he had just done and I had caused it by simply placing my hand on his cheek. He put his hands on my lower back and pulled me ever so slightly closer to him.

It wasn't like the time Zac had done it. This wasn't forced. This was Shawn. I cleared my throats and joked, "So, do you bring many of your student here?"

He chuckled and said, "Well, I don't catch many of my students at clubs in the middle of the night." Then he added, "You're the only one."

Those words alone made me weak at my knees, luckily I wasn't standing. I finished cleaning up his cuts on his face and was about to get up when he said, "No, just stay like this for a moment."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?" I asked. "Because I haven't felt this way in a long time." He replied.

I took the chance and said, "What way?" He looked deep into my eyes and said, "This way." He grabbed the rag I was holding and threw it on the table behind me.

He slowly leaned in but paused right before his lips hit mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face which only made me ache for him more. "This is wrong." I whispered. "But it's so right." Straight after he said that, his lips found mine. Unlike Zac's, they were soft.

We didn't move for a moment, both trying to come to terms with what was happening, but when we moved, it was magic. Our heads moved in sync and I tangled my hands in his hair.

His tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I immediately granted his wish and our tongues fought for dominance. Obviously, he won. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth as he ran his hands up and down my back. I pulled lightly at his hair, causing him to moan.

The kiss was slow, passionate and purely heaven. After what felt like both eternity and yet no time at all, he pulled away. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before he said, "Wow, Cassiopeia. You are truly something." I giggled and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.

"Oh Cass. What am I going to do with you. This is wrong. I shouldn't have done that I'm sorry. I'm your teacher. You're my student. This can't work out. I want you Cassiopeia but I can't have you."

My smile slowly disappeared as he said that. I stood up and headed for the door. "Well, Mr Mendes, you should've thought about that when you kissed me." I refused to make eye contact with him. He walked over to me and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I know. I couldn't help myself Cass. I've been waiting for that ever since I laid eyes on you."

I shook my head. "I should go. See you in class Mr Mendes." With that, I turned on my heal and left. I highly doubted that he would be in class the next day.

That kiss was magic. It was special. And it would never happen again.