The Teacher Will See You Now

Study Period

He let's go of me and backs away slowly.

'Emily, you don't have to give me an answer straight away. I mean, I didn't mean to thrust this upon you. I just don't think you realise how beautiful and sexy you are' he rubs his mouth in a downward motion with his hand, while staring at me on his desk. He turns around and places his hands behind his head.

'Sir? Don't you think it's a little strange to ask a student to model for you? Regardless of how pretty or sexy I am, do you not think it's a little bit inappropriate?' I get off of his desk and walk towards him. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and rest my head against his back. Evan loosens up a bit and brings his hands down to hold mine.

He turns around and hugs me properly, being ever so gentle. Who knew this rough, dominant man had a soft, cuddly side to him. I feel him kiss the top of my head. I look up at him 'I don't want to get you in trouble.'

He places his hand on the side of my face and rubs my cheek with his thumb. Evan appears to have lots of terror in his hazel eyes. So much terror, that it starts to scare me.

'I should leave. After all, we only get a 20 minute break before third period. I'm sure you have another lesson to prepare for' I let go of him and collect my things. He stands in the same spot just watching me. After picking up everything, I give him another cuddle goodbye. He opens the door for me and lets me go, not saying a word.

When I leave the class, I bump into Mr.Smith. 'Sorry sir...I...I should have been looking where I was going. Bye sir' I quickly walk away. I didn't want to, but I turned around and noticed Mr.Peters watching me leave as Mr.Smith stepped into his classroom. I wonder what they were going to be talking about.

I went outside to where the amphitheatre was. I saw it was empty and no one was in the immediate vicinity. I thought I had finally found a place where I could be alone and chill out. I lay down on one of the large looking steps near the top, just before hearing some girls coming. They were laughing and giggling, then I heard my name mentioned. I sat up sharply as they came nearby to me.

'Look, there she is the dirty little slut!' the ginger girl said, pointing at me. 'Oh my god, you can totally tell they've been fucking!' All 4 Of the girls started laughing.

'Excuse me? What did you call me?' I questioned them. I started to walk down the large steps towards them. 'Who the fuck do you think you are to call me a slut you ginger cunt!'

Her friends laughed at her before she gave them a push to shut them up. She then passed her books to one of her friends and decided to walk towards me. 'Are you trying to start something with me you freak'

I got right in her face before saying 'Maybe I am...what you going to do about it?' She slapped me across the face really hard. She left a handprint. I could feel my face burning. I cracked my neck before grabbing the back of her head, pulling her hair and kicking her in the back of the knee to make her fall down. As soon as she hit the floor, the other 3 girls came over and started pulling at my hair and uniform. In that moment, I was helpless. Suddenly, I felt the girls being pulled off me.

'What is going on here?' I hadn't opened my eyes properly, so I couldn't tell who it was, but I knew I recognised the voice. I rubbed my eyes and refocused them as someone placed their hands on my shoulders. 'Emily...are you okay?' I blinked a few more times before seeing my saviour. It was Mr.Tennant.

'She is sleeping with Mr.Peters sir! We saw them!' the ginger girl shouts. Mr.Tennant turns around to face them.

'And you think it appropriate to spread a rumour like that around school? You girls should know better!' He walks towards them as I still feel my face stinging from the slap. 'It's this girls first day and she doesn't need girls like you making it any worse. Now leave her alone, or I'll tell Mr.Smith what happened here.'

They all picked up their books and quickly scurried away. I stuck my finger up at them as I went back to lie down on my step. I felt Mr.Tennant's eyes on my back, before hearing his footsteps follow me to my step. I go to lie back down, but before I could, he had sat down and laid my head on his thigh.

'Thank you for your help sir, but I can look after myself.' I wipe away tears from my eyes with my thumb as he starts to stroke my hair.

'You looked like you needed a hand Emily. Especially since that rumour has already spread fast. I'm sorry to tell you this, but that rumour is all over the school.' He looks down at me with a very serious look on his face. 'I need you to be honest with me. Did anything happen between me leaving you at the nurses office and the end of Mr.Peters class?'

I look up at him, staring into those deep brown eyes, before letting out (what I believed to be) a very convincing 'No!' I sat up and moved slightly away from him. I started flicking through my photography text book and writing down a few notes, so I didn't have to pay attention to Mr.Tennant. 'If you wouldn't mind sir, I'd like to get on with my research before I go to my study period.'

He looks over and sees that my photography notes already take up 2 A4 pages. 'Well, that was a very convincing no, but I don't believe you. Don't worry. You're not in trouble. I will keep the secret.' Mr.Tennant looks over at me and grabs my hand 'I come here often when I need to clear my mind, it's a great space just to breath and relax. Maybe you could join me on a lunch break one time and we can talk about things. It's always best to chat to people that we trust.' He squeezes my hand a little tighter than before, forcing me to look at him. I glance up as he smiles at me.

'Thank you for your help sir. And yes, I would like that...to sit out here with you one lunch break...or maybe two.' I giggle while brushing my hair behind my ear.

'Why don't you come to my classroom for your study period? I have no class in and I can catch you up on what you missed. How does that sound for an  idea?' Mr.Tennant let's go of my hand and stands up. He already decided for me and picked up my books. 'You also don't have to call me sir or Mr.Tennant when we are alone. You can call me David'

'Okay sure. I'll join you for my study period'