My Teacher

The drive home

My brain is completely refusing to work. Mr.Bogdanovych...Alexey...He's driving me home?

How did it even get so far, that the new teacher, that I only met at the beginning of the day, is now driving me home?

I make my way to the locker room in a record time. Quickly grabbing my jacket and a few books that I need for tomorrow, I imagine all the scenarios, that could happen our way home.

Stop it, Adèle. He's a teacher. Teacher. There will never be anything more, even if that becomes your most desired thing in the world. Never.

He is waiting for me at the clock, casually leaning against it. He looks completely calm and there is a slight smile on his lips.

I wonder what he's thinking about.

As he notices me, his eyes light up and he comes towards me.

"Adèle, are you ready to go?" He touches my shoulder casually and it makes me shiver. Not from being afraid, but because of the pleasure of his touch.

Stop, Adèle. Don't even go there. Teacher.

It doesn't matter how many times I repeat that to myself, I still am lovestruck and obsessed with this amazing and hot man.

"Yeah." I say, my voice sounding like a chirp. I hem, but it seems like my throat has closed down due to his touch.

He gestures towards the door to teacher's parking lot. I start walking there and he opens the door for me. Such a gentleman.

The cold winter air makes my fingers cold almost immediately and my insides are starting to hurt because of the cold air and wind.

"That's my car, right there." He says and walks straight ahead. I don't bother to check out his car, because I'm too occupied with fighting the strong breeze.

I look up only when I hear him stop. He is standing at a very expensive-looking car and staring at me.

"This...this is your car?" I am shocked, because he could be working as something else rather than a teacher, if he's so loaded.

He nods and opens the passenger seat door and looks at me expectantly. Belatedly, I understand, that he's waiting for me to get in.

I almost fall on my way to him and it makes me feel so freaking stupid. He catches me, of course, and it makes my cheeks blush once again.

But at least the sudden circulation of blood makes me a bit warmer and my insides almost stop trembling like a trembling dessert made out of jelly.

"You okay?" He can't hide his smile, clearly thinking that I am some kind of clutz.

"Yeah, I'm not usually this clumsy, I swear." I try to explain.

He helps me get into his very-business-looking black Audi and closes the door behind me.

Strange. I swear, I was kind of getting a vibe, that he's a complete bad boy, since he didn't talk to the eyelash batters and has tons of tattoos on his arms, that are currently covered by the sleeves of his jacket.

What a shame. I could've at least seen his tattoos up close.

"Where do you live?" His voice scares me, because I was so deep in thought, that I didn't hear him get in.

I tell him the address, and, surprisingly, he knows the place. Rarely ever somebody knows it.

It's not like it's so far away or, like, in the forest, but most of the students of this school live completely on the opposide side of the school than I do.

"So, Adèle. Tell me more about yourself." He says.

I'm not surprised, that he asked it, because I would've asked the same thing, if I needed to make small-talk.

"There's not much to tell." I bite my lip, not wanting to reveal him how boring my life actually is.

"Come on, I know that's not true." He smirks as we leave the school's ground.

He is a fast driver. Very fast.

Usually, I would be curled in a ball and chanting prayers, but I feel safe now. He isn't like the fast drivers usually are. He stops at the red lights with a slow movement, not hitting the brakes all of a sudden.

"Well.." I try to come up with anything interesting, but the only interesting thing, that comes up is fighting. "I...go to gym almost every evening. I love hitting a punching bag, attending fighting class..."

His mouth pops open. "You attend fighting classes? What for?"

That is a question almost everyone, that has heard that, has asked me.

"I don't know. It's like a self-defense class, too, so it makes me feel safe, that I can take care for myself."

"Interesting. I didn't think of you as a fighter, although, I must admit, you felt more confident and stronger than other eyelash-batters in your class."

It makes me laugh.

"Eyelash batters? You call them so, too?" I thought only girls use this term.

He nod and joins my laughter. His laugh is the most perfect thing I've heard in a long while.

"What else do you do?" He asks, when the laughter has died off.

"I play the piano." I remember my pitch black piano at our holiday home. I love it so much and I just want to move it over to Forks faster.

We visit our holiday home only twice a year, so my beautiful piano is just standing there all alone under a layer of dust.

"Wow. You really are an extensive girl." He smiles again.

I can't contain my smile. He is so kind and nice. I finally understand why Marzia is so obsessed with boy's attention.

"Teacher, Adèle." My annoying subconscious reminds me.

"Tell me more about yourself, Mr.Bogdanovych." I turn the tables on him.

"First of all - Alexey.," He reminds me with a wink, "And you'd like that, wouldn't you, Adèle? Find out all of my secrets?" He winks and I feel my cheeks blush again. Maybe he doesn't want to tell me, because I am his student?

"Alright, alright. Well, I am into literature, as you might know now." He eyes me with a smirk and it makes me laugh.

He is so cute, I can't. Why couldn't he be just a teenager? Why does God have to be so cruel?

We somehow start to talk about his tattoos and he tells me what they really are.

"There are trees that represent my safe place as a child, planes for my love of travelling, snakes for that represented my parents at the time..." He laughs and I join in. What a typical rebel he was.

"Do you travel a lot?" I ask him.

He nods and his eyes twinkle a bit. "Do you?"

"I've never really been far, just to England and France. But I love to travel. The unexpected adventures are the greatest." I smile, fondly remembering the good times in England a few months ago.

"You can always join me." He winks and the, now familiar, hotness returns to my cheeks.

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