Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 8•

He of course eventually returned the favor, but was slightly appalled at the fact that Neveah had eavesdropped on their conversation. Only because he had mention he was already 'involved' with someone else, and he by no means meant for it to give Neveah the idea that they were in a relationship. He thought the world of Neveah, not only because of her body but also because of her mind and personality. But at the end of the day, he is her teacher and she is his student. He reminded himself of this for the sake of his job, and partly for the sake of Neveah. If they were to get caught, and their little secret becomes known to other students, she'd be known as the senior who slept with her English teacher. And he definitely did not want to be the cause of her modification. He undoubtedly cared about his favorite student, and to know she'd become the laughing stock of school wasn't something he was willing to let happen. He wanted to make sure Neveah knew that, but he didn't know how to run it by her. Being the reasonable person she was, he'd figured she'd understand.

A week and half went by, Neveah and Mr. Fischbach continued their private sessions and lessons on and off campus. And as her fantasies became a reality, she began to feel slightly unsure about this whole situation. Besides getting caught, there was really nothing to worry about, but regardless she felt this sense of.. absence. She only felt this to it's full extent when her and Mr. Fischbach where partaking in their deal. Every time, the mixture of pure ecstasy and uncertainty coursed through her veins.

It was Sunday morning and she was laying peacefully on her bed, the feeling began to overwhelm her as she thought more as to why she felt that way in the first place. She couldn't figure out why such a blissful thing could cause her so much confusion and pain. She keep her emotions at bay, and decided to continue this yearnful charade with her teacher. She closed her eyes and sighed while relaxing deeper into her bed, that is until she remembered she had homework that was due tomorrow. She got out of bed, grabbed her bag, and slipped out a bright red folder. Her second hour happened to be Mr. Peterson's drama class, and he just announced that each and every student will be acting out a scene from one of Shakespeare's Original plays Romeo and Juliet. they'd eventually have to do it in costume and on stage.

Neveah was paired up with one of her now good friends, Micheal Jefferson. He had a baby face with curly brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Micheal was very serious when it came to drama so when they practiced in class, he portrayed the most emotion when saying his lines to Neveah. She of course, made the effort mutual and said her lines just as passionately. They luckily got first pick on which scene they were going to do, they chose the scene where Romeo and Juliet first met.

She read over her lines, but unfortunately practicing was no use unless she had someone else to play Romeo. She decided to text the Micheal to see if he could come over, or meet some place so they could practice. He replied to her saying he was on a date with his girlfriend. Neveah huffed and went back to practicing her lines aloud, until an idea had popped into her head. She picked up her phone began type a text to Mr. Fischbach.

'I was wondering, if you're not too busy, could you help me with a little bit of homework today sir?' She pressed send. Moments later, 'Why yes of course, may I ask from what class?' He asked. 'Its from my second hour, Drama with Mr. Peterson.' She answered back. He agreed to pick her up from her home, since her mother was out grocery shopping. Neveah took a quick shower, and picked out a casual but cute outfit. She dried and tightly curled her hair did her makeup, pulled on some black ripped jeans, a fall off the shoulder white crop-top blouse with beige open toed flats.

She waited for about twenty minutes before she heard a faint honk from outside. She grabbed her things, and locked her front door for behind her just before walking over to the passenger side of her handsome English teachers all too familiar car. Once she was in she greet him with a kiss on the cheek. He was wearing a black button up shirt with some jeans.  His hair was sweeped to the side and he didn't have his glasses on. It was the first time Neveah had seen her Teacher wearing something semi casual.

"Hey handsome, you ready to do some homework?" She asked smiling at her Mr. Fischbach.

"I sure am, but first I gotta run a couple errands. Is that okay with you?"  He politely questioned, backing out her driveway and getting on the road. He told her they'd be first going to the high school, he had to drop some important paper work off. Of course she stayed in the car and waited for him, she sat on her phone for about five minutes before getting bored and setting it down. She looked around through the window of his car, he parked farther  away just in case somebody recognized Neveah in her teachers car.

She noticed a car turned into the school parking lot, and it was one hell of a familiar car. Neveah's heart fell to her toes, and her eyes widened. Just to be sure she waited til this car parked and the person who was driving got out. And her suspicions were correct, it was Liam Richardson. As he headed up to the entrance of the school, coincidentally Mr. Fischbach had just left the school.

They passed each other, And made deadly eye contact and it was like the teacher could read and feel his sketchy vibe. He almost immediately grew suspicious, but he still kept his focus on getting back to his car where Neveah happened to be waiting. She watched as he walked, she was trying really hard not to freak out. Now knowing her past was catching back up with her, she nearly started to hyperventilate. Realizing her teacher was closing in, she regained her composure and pretended to be on her phone. He got in the car and slid the key in the ignition, oblivious to the fact Neveah was close to having an anxiety attack.

Her hands started to shake, and her breathing became uneven. She fought back the tears to avoid worried questioning from her teacher but their was just no use. Tears began to fall and she turned her head away from Mr. Fischbach, quickly wiping the ones that fell down her cheeks. Even though his focus was on the road, he could hear her slight whimpering and looked over. Concern washed over him instantly, and he pulled off to the side of the road so his focus could be completely on her.

Before he could say anything she drew in a shaky breath and spoke, "I-I'm so s-sorry sir, I don't mean to be l-like this in front of you." She said, convinced she was undoubtedly making him uncomfortable with the sudden burst of tears. "Neveah you have absolutely no reason to apologize. May I ask what is bothering you?" He paused, "Was it something I did?" He questioned. "Oh no! of course not. It's just, I uh..." she trailed off, locking her eyes on the dashboard of his car letting the tears continue to fall. Seconds past before Mr. Fischbach reaches over and gently guided her face so she could be looking at him. "Neveah, I can't force you to tell me what's wrong but I'd like you to know, I am here for you. I care about you, and to see you like this is painful. And there's no denying, I am curious as to what has such an amazing and beautiful young lady upset. But I will understand if you don't wanna talk about it." He proclaimed to Neveah.

Her tears ceased and her heart melted at his words, she gave him a small smile. For Neveah, it felt good to know her teacher was concerned for her well being. She could feel the wetness on her face, and the smile fell. She remembered tears where on her face for a reason. She pulled her focus off him and back to the dashboard and he lowered his hand.

"Richardson." She said. A look of confused crossed Mr. Fischbach's face. "Liam Richardson, Christian Richardson's older brother." She clarified. "He's my Ex boyfriend, I've known him since kindergarten and I started dating him 7th grade. By freshmen year all the way up to the middle of junior year he made my life a living hell." The more she spoke, the more emotional she got with her words. "I'm just glad we weren't together when he disappeared."

"If he's gone now, then what's got you so upset?"

"I think he's enrolling back into our school."

"What makes you think that?" Her teacher asked.

"You just walked past him."