My Teacher

A coffee with Alexey

"You're late, Miss Deniau." I hear a male's voice with, surprisingly, familiar accent, say, when I enter.

"It's Den-ju, not Deni-au" I correct the mistake, but when I look up, I see Alexey sitting in the classroom alone. He has a thick book in his left hand and a black coffee mug, that is radiating the pleasant smell throughout all the classroom, in his right hand.

"Am I?" I look around the classroom, confused. Why is nobody here? I thought I heard the bell, but maybe I was so deep in thoughts about today, that I just imagined it.

He puts the book down and stands up. A light smile is lingering on his lips...the same lips, that kissed me so passionately in my dream.

"Don't worry, Adèle. Your P.E. teacher is sick, so you will have English Lit in it's place. It is written on the change board on the first floor."

He places the book in a bookshelf and turns over to look at me.

"Okay, um...", I swallow the saliva, that appears to be too much in my mouth, "then I'm gonna, um, go." I try to formulate a normal sentence without feeling a weird, sentimental feeling from my dream.

"You don't have to. I mean, if you'd like, you can stay here and we can chat a bit." He winks and my cheeks blush, making me feel hot and sweaty.

Should I stay? Or should I go? Everyone always say - follow your heart, right? Well, even my heart was undecided.

One part of it wanted to stay and talk, and bond, but the other part - the smarter one - yelled: leave, you idiot! This is not going to end well for you and me!

"Okay." I say even before my mind has decided. It just comes out of my mouth uncontrollably.

He smiles and gestures for me to sit down across his table.

"Coffee?" He offers.

I shake my head. "No, thanks. I'm a cold-coffee type of person."

He smiles a crooked smile and sits down opposite me.

"So...What were you reading?" I ask him, trying to dispel the uncomfortable silence.

His light eyes stare at me intently, and tells me, that it was "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens. I've read it, so we talk about it for a while, but, since it was a long time ago, I remember it only hardly.

"Tell me, Adèle. Why did you feel so bad yesterday?" He asks with a silly grin on his face, as if he knew the correct answer and was just waiting to hear me say something wrong, so he can catch me in a lie.

I blush, because it was his fault, but I obviously don't want to tell him. He is a teacher, and, no matter how much I had gotten attached to him in only 24 hours, I can't tell him that. That is against all of my morals.

"I don't know. It just came over me." I lie, ignoring his steady gaze.

"If you say so."

When I look up, he's looking at his coffee and a big smirk is covering his face.

"What?" I ask, not being able to contain my smile, while looking at his handsome face.

He just shakes his head and takes a sip of the coffee.

"It's almost cold, you know?" He looks up to me and offers me his cup.

I desperately need somewhere to look at and something to touch, so I decide to take a sip from his cup.

When he hands me the coffee, our hands touch and I feel the familiar hotness sneak up to my cheeks once again.

His hand is soft and warm, and my body and soul is just screaming: TOUCH HIM AGAIN! Please, Adèle, do it for us!

When I look at him again, he is staring at me, desire clear in his eyes. He licks his lips, just like he did in my dream, and I feel a sudden urge to run away from here, my brain finally kicking in and yelling at me to stop falling for him.

But it's already too late. I think I like him a bit too much.

I take a sip from the lukewarm coffee and hand it back to Alexey, this time avoiding any physical contact.

"I guess I should get going now." I tell him and get up. I just need to gather myself, so that I don't start batting my eyelashes at him like my classmates do. I'm not that girl. I never want to be one.

He gets up, too, and follows me to the door.

"Adèle." Taking my hand, he stops me before I open the door.

My heart is already racing and all he did was just take my hand and say my name. Way to go, Adèle. Glad to see, that your self-control is absolutely a zero.

What will he tell me? Is this the part, where he proclaims his love for me, like it usually happens in the movies?

"You forgot your phone." He places it in my hand, making me feel like the dumbest loser on the planet. Here I was, imagining weird scenarios in my head and forgetting my phone on the desk. What a loser!

"Thanks." I am as red as a beet, when I practically fly out of the classroom.

Why am I so embarrasing. Just...Why.

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