Teach Me a Lesson

Chapter II

"Emilie Martin what the hell do you think you're doing!" Emilie's mother scolded her as soon as Aaron left. For as long as Emilie could remember it had just been her and her mom, Carolyn.
  "Mom it was just a stupid mistake. He was just a nice guy ah offered to buy me pizza." Emilie lies.
  "What is your boyfriend going to think?" Carolyn questions Emilie causing the tension to drop. The room fell silent for a short minute until Emilie cleared her throat.
  "We broke up, mom. Last night." Emilie admits and her mother looks heartbroken. In a flash Carolyn sits beside Emilie on the couch and pulls her into a bone crushing hug. As soon as that happens, the tension is gone and Emilie and her mother are back to normal. Since Emilie had pizza already, she decides just to go to bed, trying to process what the hell just happened. Sleep doesn't come easy as Emilie is so confused about kissing her teacher. Everything felt right for that time. I wonder if he feels the same way. Emilie wonders as finally, she shuts her eyes.
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(Aaron's POV)

I walked out of her house as quickly as possible and climbed into the drivers side of my car. Almost instantly I threw my forehead against the steering wheel, quickly regretting that decision as my head began to throb. That was such a dumb idea. I quickly drove home, acknowledging in my head the distance of that short drive. I approached my apartment building, entered the code and made a b-line for the elevators. As soon as I enter apartment 315 the smell of fresh herbs and cooking overwhelm my senses.
  "Aaron! You're late. Where have you been baby." Amber asks me as she turns the stove off and walks up to me. She unzips my coat and slides it off my arms before coming in for a kiss. I quickly turned my head, still shook up from actually kissing a student. More than that; kissing Emilie. "Sweetie What's wrong, tell me." My girlfriend questioned again.
  "It's nothing, Amber. Sorry I was late." I state, not revealing how I'd spent my past two hours.
  "Well come have some dinner honey." She begs But I'm not listening. I'm realizing how fake Amber is. I get a new pet name every couple minutes and although she is thin, hot, and blonde, our relationship feels empty. I ignore Amber and go straight to bed, feeling confused and conflicted.
  
   I'm startled awake by Amber crawling into bed and I feel her bare skin on me. With a glance down at her, I see that she's decided to strip down and climb in bed naked. She flips over me, straddling and starts kissing me, I don't know how I can say no to this. I close my eyes and let her do whatever she pleases, as I'm still not in the mood for any of this. Suddenly my eyes fly open and I sit up in bed, knocking her off of me slightly.
  "Aaron why won't you tell me what's wrong!" She exclaims. I had seen Emilie, instead of Amber. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get the thought of the most likely underaged girl out of my head.
  "I'm tired Amber." I say and roll over, falling asleep again.
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(Emilie's POV)
My alarm clock woke me up as usual but I felt different. I had a dream about Mr.Tanner, fucking me relentlessly. That was so weird, not a dream I'd ever had before. I shook the thought out of my head, going into my ensuite bathroom for a shower. Afterwards I slid on Grey boyfriend jeans and a white t-shirt, covering it all up with a flannel. Breakfast was  "find your own" as my mom called it, also known as she's too busy to cook, which is standard. It is difficult being a single mother and making more money than the average two income family. I grab an apple and frozen toaster waffles, not having enough time to actually toast them, and a cup of coffee, which is alway freshly brewed in our house. I hop in my car, and head to school, still exhausted from a lack of sleep.

  When I arrive, I decide to go sit in Mr.Tanner's room as he's always here early. Sure enough, the door is open so I walk in and set my back pack down.
  "Morning Mr.Tanner." I say and he looks up from his computer, and it seems as though he has about eight different emotions all at once.
  "Good morning, Ms.Martin." He replies quickly and emerges himself back into his computer. I continue to stare at him, curious if he will mention yesterday. I notice his beard, forming on his cheeks and his hair isn't perfectly done as usual. He also has dark bags under his eyes like sleep was as difficult for him as it was for me. When the bell rings, kids start flowing into class and he starts taking attendance in his head, silently acknowledging wether people are here or not. "Alright So last day you wrote your quiz on Stalin's Five Year Plans, and guys: I'm pretty disappointed. For the most part these are not the grades I want to see. I know you have better in you." Aaron begins class and starts handing out papers. I look at my quiz when in arrives on my desk, reading my 20/20 grade. "So, I'm going to give everyone who failed an optional second chance here at lunch today. So if you really want to make a difference, better study now. Those of you who did well, a paragraph please on Hitler's rise to power, as we'll be discussing that next. Use the textbooks at the back if you'd like." He tells the class. I obey, retrieving a textbook and flipping it open, but I'm more focussed on how Aaron's acting like nothing happened. I thought we might've had a thing going. When the bell rings, he sits down in his chair and lets nearly everyone leave. I pack up my items agonizingly slowly, in the hopes that he calls my name. I'm almost out the door when he catches me. "Emilie, come here for a moment."