Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

3 - Detention, Alcohol, and a Miscarriage

04-09-14 MUST READ! ---------> Making a big change to the story, so if you are a first time reader I would like to ask you to stop after this chapter (see if you like my writing) and save this story in a reading list before you continue reading because the background story is going to be completely different! Although the general concept of my story will be staying the same, this story relies heavily on the background story.

                                           Chapter 3 - Detention, Alcohol, and a Miscarriage

      I didn't bother to put my hood up this time because he saw me outside the principal's office. I opened the door, peeked inside and sighed in relief as I saw no one in here. I went in and sat in the seat I sat in this morning in first period. I waited for about five minutes before I laid my head down on the desk top. I was almost asleep when the door opened and closed. I was too far into the sleep state that I didn’t want to nor could I lift my head without someone to force me. I was just about to fall asleep when I felt someone beside me. I got all the energy I had left to lift up my head and look at the person next to me. Mr. Dragomir. The sleepiness I had felt earlier immediately vanished as he peered down at me. I was waiting to see any sign of recognition, but didn’t find any. Perhaps, I missed it when I bumped into him earlier. He turned and straddled the chair in front of me, sitting on it backwards. I somehow didn’t want him to say anything at all now. He folded his hands on top of my desk while he looked at me. I searched his eyes and I don’t know what I saw but he knows. He knows it was me that night. How did he know it was me? When did he know it was me? Is he going to tell? What does he think of me? The memory of me biting his lower lip flooded my mind causing warmth to spread up my neck and to my cheeks. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his intense light blue eyes, no matter how much I wanted to. Oh God, he could get fired for what I did! I would feel like the worst person in the word. No I would be the worst person in the world. Getting someone fired for something they didn’t do is cruel. My breathing picked up and I was starting to panic. He must have seen the panic in my face.

“Whoa, calm down.” Once I heard his accent, my breathing stopped altogether. He must have noticed that as well because he grabbed my shoulders and calmly spoke to me.

“Now you need to breathe.” His hands were warm. I could feel the warmth infiltrate the barrier of my clothes and start to thaw my frozen skin, which hasn’t felt warm in weeks. He let go of my shoulders after he felt the rise and fall of my body as I breathed in and out multiple times. I looked down, finally free of his intense gaze, I felt the heat of a blush flood the skin of my cheeks again.

“You know.” I said it so softly I barely heard it myself.

“Of course I know, I’m not blind.” I buried my face in my hands and groaned as the memory flashed behind my eyelids again.

“What I want to know is why you work there?”

“It’s the only place that pays what I need, so in the amount of time I can also sleep and still go to school.”

“How much money do you need?”

“Enough to pay rent.”

“Why are you paying rent?”

“My mother kicked me out a year ago, I had nowhere to go.”

“Where’s your father?” My heart ached.

“Dead.” My eyes stung with the unshed tears brimming my eyes as the sharp pang of loss stung my heart. A tear slid down my face and onto the desk after I had blinked. I took in a deep shaky breath to stop the flood of tears that were threatening to pour from my stinging eyes. He didn’t say anything, for which I am glad.