How I Lost It?

(2) Lost It To My Teacher

(2) How I Lost It?

To My Teacher...

I didn't mean for it to get out of hand, I didn't mean for me to get pregnant with his child and for him to have a year of parole. I didn't mean for my parents to find out and get a restraining order on him. I didn't mean to fall in love with my teacher. I didn't mean for any of it to happen, he was just supposed to watch me for detention.. ~Payton Crest

"Ms. Crest." Tyler Moon, my history teacher, called my name.

"Yes?" I sigh contently.

"Would you care to tell me when World War Two ended?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest and his muscles tightened in his shirt.

"Uhh, 1842?" I cringed knowing it was the wrong answer.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. I felt bad for disappointing him. The bell rung, signaling class was over.

"Please, please, please read chapters 7.4 and 7.5 for tomorrow's lesson. I can't stress that enough." He looks up from the floor and I catch his green eyes lingering on me.

I quickly look away and gather my things.

My teacher actually looked like a spitting human epitomize of Prince Eric from the little mermaid. Same green eyes, same black hair, same build and facial structure as well. His nick name around school was Prince Eric because he was absolutely gorgeous.

"Come on let's go. Stop drooling." Summer tugs my sleeve and I reach up to my mouth to wipe any drool that might've made an appearance. When I come back dry Summer starts to laugh. "It gets you every time, you're so gullible." She shakes her head and hikes her bag over her shoulder.

I snort shoving my textbook into my bag and tossing it onto my shoulder.

"Let's just go." I take one last glance at Mr. Moon, he was shuffling through papers. "I have sorrows to drown with Nutella and cookie dough Oreos." I mumble and shuffle my way through the desk

That actually sounded promising and I was actually more motivated than ever to get home.

"Ms. Crest," his voice fills the room and shivers down my spine. "You aren't going anywhere." I turn to look at him and he was looking directly at me.

"What why?" I scrunch my brows together.

"This has been the sixth time you mentally left my class. I said the next time you were getting a detention, don't you remember?" He arches his eyebrows.

"I don't remember that." I bit down on my bottom lip.

"Sit." He points to the chair in front of his desk and I scamper over to it and sit down. His eyes advert over to Summer. "You may leave Ms. Lori." He addresses and I look over my shoulder at her.

"I'll see you in an hour?" It comes out at a question rather than a statement. She shrugs, and mouths 'I don't know' before turning to leave.

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It's been thirty minutes since detention started and he's done nothing but grade papers and take phone calls. Not that it minded it was slightly entertaining but just not entertaining enough. When he wasn't on the phone a thick, tangible, silence surrounded us.

"So this is what you do after school?" I ask trying to make small talk. It's a short silence before he replies.

"Usually I have meetings to attend, or my nieces to look after but I have nothing today." He says, not once lifting his eyes from his paper. His voice was dull and lifeless, nothing like he is in class. He actually sounds bored and I don't blame him.