Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 10•

After Neveah and Mr. Fischbach had their fun, the teacher began to make the dinner for the two of them. Neveah insisted on helping him but, every time she'd try to sneak into the kitchen he'd throw her over his shoulder and put her right back on his couch in the living room. And boy was she persistent, it took about eight times til Mr. Fischbach gave in and let her assist him. He cooked a couple of steaks while Neveah handled the vegetables in kitchen. After the two of them were done he made the plates and drinks, while Neveah set the table. They had a wonderful dinner together, they got to know each other a little more while preparing and enjoying the meal. It was nice for Neveah to know a little bit more about this man.

She wanted to know every, single detail about Her English teacher. With every new thing she learned about him, she'd fall more and more in love. And even though he was still young himself, she fell the most in love with his maturity. She knew better then have feelings for him but, her heart just couldn't ignore the fact he was everything she ever wanted. His knee collapsing looks and his heart melting personality, plus his beautiful mind topped off with his hilarious sense of humor made him the full package to Neveah. And those facts scorn her, only because she knows deep down she'll never have him to herself the way she wanted.

And even though he treated her as if they were in a loving relationship, Neveah knew he was just being courteous and nice considering he only wants her for sex. And for now, she was okay with this, since she did happen to be the one who lead him on at the beginning of the school year. She buried her feelings over the next few days of school, and at one point she tried to deny her feelings for Mr. Fischbach, which of course, didn't work. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday Neveah had seen him after school, and they partook in their deal in his classroom.

To him, their relationship undeniably revolved around sex. And he started to take that into consideration and ceased most romantic interactions with Neveah. Every kiss, every skin to skin contact with him was filled with lust and nothing more. And she could feel it, she could feel it and she still said and did nothing. Her feelings for him grew everyday, and his feelings for her seemed close to nill. But Neveah wasn't completely sure if he didn't feel the same. She really hoped he did, even though it'd be unprofessional for him to be in love with a student.

It was Thursday, and the first hour bell had just rung. Neveah sighed and made her way to Mr. Fischbach's classroom, and her heart began to race at the sight of him walking towards his classroom as well. He of course saw her and made it to the door first, and held it open as she entered his room.  "Thank you Mr. Fischbach."  She said, giving him a small smile. "You're welcome Ms. Reid." He smiled back and Neveah went to her seat as other classmates began to file in the room. He handed out the assignment for today and instructed the class to silently begin.

Neveah got half way through it before getting distracted by non other than her teacher. She watched as he wrote something on the board, today he was wearing a dark blue suit with a black vest and button up shirt with a black tie. His wavy black brown-ish hair was slightly slicked back, and he didn't have his glasses on today. At first she mentally undressed him, imagining his muscular body against hers. But eventually she stopped thinking of him in a sexual manner and imagined something deeper in meaning.  She imagined living the rest of her life with him beside her. She imagined them having a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant in public. She imagined him getting on one knee and asking the big question. She imagined him resting his hand on her oversized baby bump. She imagined what their child would look like, she imagined all these things knowing deep down they were to never happen.

Severe sadness washed over her as she realized all her dreams were about to be crushed at the end of her and Mr. Fischbach's little deal. She located where he was in the class and he was still writing on the board. Knowing that good looking, sophisticated man up at the board would never truly have mutual feelings for her tore her apart. Her hands began to quake once more, and she felt tears prick at her eyes. She'd do anything for that man, she'd take care of him, she'd fight for him, she'd even take a bullet for him. And he had absolutely no idea.