Teach Me, Daddy

Chapter 15

Changing into Eric's clothes was really hard. I couldn't stop laughing, even though there was nothing apparently funny. I almost fell a few times but I caught myself on the locker. I picked my clothes up off of the floor and shoved them into my backpack, making it like 10 sizes bigger. When I came out, Eric was surprisingly still there.

"You look good in my clothes, maybe you should do it more often." He paused, "Minus the being drunk and high thing." He said it pretty loud and someone was walking past, so I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. When they were gone, I slowly pulled my hand away and looked at him.

He looked back at me, almost lustfully. He carefully placed his hands on my hips and pressed me against the wall. My breath got stuck in my throat as he moved closer. "Please don't," I whispered as I turned my face away. "I'm drunk."

I saw the look in his eyes change, from lustful to regretful. I reached out to him and hugged him. "It's okay. Thank you for your clothes. I have to go to class." I let go of him and walked away. My heart was racing, from fear of what almost happened with Eric or what could happen once I got to class.

I wish someone was walking with me to class because I was terrified that someone would catch me. This was only my third time getting messed up before school, and each and every time I was extremely paranoid. I checked the time to occupy myself, I had already missed AVID and Advisory.

I walked to my journalism class and then the bell rang. The hall flooded with voices as I waited outside the door for other students to walk in, so I wouldn't be the only one in there. When eight students had entered the room, I followed them in. I avoided my teacher and shot straight for my desk.

James sat right beside me in this class. He turned to me so quick I'm sure I hear something in his body pop.

"You stink." I looked at him and rolled my eyes and then I realized what he meant.

"Really?! How bad?" He just gave me a really blunt look and I knew it was extremely strong. The panic in my head went away when my mind suddenly popped to Mr.Porter. I could see him right in front of me. I could see his perfectly shaded eyes and his charming symmetrical smile. And gosh, his sharp cheekbones. He really was beautiful. 

My heart began to pound and then flutter at just the thought of him. And then my heart rate slowed down again. Too slow in fact. Everything was getting darker and darker and darker. And then there was nothing. 

"Samantha! Jesus Christ!" I jolted awake as James shook me.  "Finally, class is over. It's time for lunch. Do you want me to walk you?" He asked me as the last of the students walked out of the classroom. I looked up to see our teacher staring at me. 

I nodded my head and without saying anything to the teacher, we walked out. My stomach started to turn and it felt really unsettled, so I ran to the nearest teacher. As soon as I crouched down to the toilet, I threw up. I held my hair right in front of one of my shoulders so it wouldn't be in the way. I threw up for about 5 minutes and then finally stood up and flushed the toilet. I walked to the sink and rinsed my mouth out. The taste was vile and made me want to throw up some more, but there was nothing left. 

My throat burned with pain and it brought tears to my eyes. I rinsed my face with cold water and looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe I should stop hanging out with them. They always get me into stupid shit. 

I remember one time I got suspended for having weed on me on school campus. I didn't rat them out, Asher was the one who gave it to me. That was towards the end of sophomore year and she grounded me up until the beginning of this year. A lot of stuff had happened. 

I walked out of the restroom and James was waiting for me outside of the door. "Are you okay?" He asked me, concern clearly laced in his voice. I nodded at him in response. 

"You go ahead to lunch, I'm gonna go talk to a teacher." 

"Are you sure? You smell like weed and alcohol." He looked at me like I was some unclearly thinking child. I nodded and he smiled wryly back at me and walked away. I heaved a sigh and turned in the direction of Mr.Porter's class. 

When I got there, the black piece of paper that was there the day me and him had played on the floor of his classroom, was still there. Inside I heard him talking and he sounded quite mad. I thought about leaving but my curiosity got the best of me. I twisted the doorknob and to my surprise, it opened. His head turned to the door to see who it was. When he saw that it was just me he waved me in but continued to talk on his phone. 

I silently closed the door and sat at a desk. I listened to his words, each one laced with anger and, what seemed to be, fear. 

"No, no. This can't be happening. I ran away from this, I gave up my whole life, uprooted myself from my friends and family to get away!" My eyebrows furrowed and I grew scared of the one-sided conversation that I could hear. But still, I sat and listened without saying a word. "No, I'm not mad at you. I love you." At those words, I looked up at him and I felt my heart drop to my stomach. 

Did I miss my chance to be with him? Who was he talking to? I felt my heart break and my eyes sting with fresh, hot tears. 

"I have to go, mother." I heard him say and immediately I felt relieved and extremely thankful that he was only talking to his mother. He hung up his phone and buried his head in his hands. Worried, I walked behind his desk and to his side. I gently touched his shoulder and quicker than I've ever seen anyone move he turned in his chair to face me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to cry. 

Seeing someone cry has never made me cry, and it still hadn't, but it did make me want to. I felt like every piece of life I had in me was being ripped out, just because of his sobs. "What happened? What's wrong?" He pulled away and looked up into my eyes. 

"I am so sorry. I am so so so so sorry. I wanted so badly to be with you but I just can't." Tears ran down his cheek and his beautiful chin. His eyelashes were all clumped together and shiny. Now that, that made me cry. 

"What do you mean you can't?" I asked. 

"I'm so sorry. I want nothing more than to care for you and love you. But she's coming. She wrote to my mother to tell her that she was sorry for hurting me but that she finally found out where I was. Samantha, she's coming here and she brings nothing but trouble and pain. I can't have that for you." He shook as each word sounded more and more difficult for him to say. 

The sight of seeing him so broken shocked me. I never expected to see him cry like this. I kneeled down and looked up at him. 

"She may have had you. She may have broken your heart. She may have caused you pain. But I won't let that happen again. I know now that I want you and there is no one else that I would ever want. It's just you. She will never hold your heart again, that's mine. Just as mine is yours. And I will protect you at all costs." He searched my eyes and I leaned up to hug him. He pulled away and cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips. 

This time everything felt so magical. We were a fairy tale and just like every princess does, I was falling in love. I would never let her lay a hand on him again. He was mine and that's all that he ever will be. 

Hey guys! I am so sorry for the super short chapter but I did want to publish this week so here goes this. I also want to say thank you to all of the readers that were there since the start and all of those who have joined at a random chapter! Thank you all for taking a chance with my book. Currently, it is ranked #4 in teacherxstudent and I want to say thank you so much for this opportunity to entertain all of you. Please help me entertain more of you and spread the word on this book. If it hits #1, I will be choosing three of you to facetime or call and talk to. It will include some spoilers about where this book is headed and what I plan for the future to hold. I will also be giving advice/feedback to you, if you write. And of course normal friendly conversations. If you got this far, comment yes or no. Have you ever fantasized about a teacher?