Unintentional

Alyssa POV

I walk quickly out of the changing room. I feel hurt. I feel upset. Maybe, even jealous. But why? I know who Amy is. I can see what she is about. Why do I even feel this way? She is just my student. I know all this, but I can't help but feel hurt.

I stay at the practice because I don't want her to know that I have been affected by what I saw. I stand next to the coach, listening to her give them orders and better plays. I try not to even look at Amy, but it is hard. She is one of the star players of this team. She is exceptionally good at this sport.

Practice ends, and I grab my things and dash through the door. By the time I reach the parking lot, I hear a voice behind me.

"Alyssa! Alyssa, wait!"

I already know who that voice belongs to. I don't want to see her right now. I don't want her to think she owes me an explanation. I unlock my car and get in. As soon as I slam my door, the passenger door opens, and she jumps in. I don't say a word. I don't even look at her. I drive slowly towards her house. She lives like three blocks from me.

"Alyssa, let me explain."

I don't even look at her, and my voice is firm.

"Explain what? You don't owe me any explanations. My students are allowed to do as they please."

She falls completely silent. I know that will hurt her, but I don't care. I pull up in front of her house and look straight ahead, wanting her to just leave my car.
She removes her seatbelt, and I'm tapping my steering wheel as if she's taking too long.

"Alyssa..."

I do not respond. There is no emotion on my face.

"Alyssa, please...look at me."

I do this time, and the instant I lock eyes with her, I feel it all over again. I feel like I want to hug and slap her. Why am I feeling like this over my student? She turns sideways in her seat and takes both my hands in hers. I can't break eye contact with her. I feel electricity shooting up my arms. I hate that she can do this to me. She tugs a bit on my hands, and without even realizing it, I am now hugging her.

She slowly pulls away from me to get minimal space between us. Without even thinking, I lean into her lips. The moment I do, it feels like home. It feels like where I want to be. She returns my kiss, sucking on my lower lip. Her fingers run through my hair, and she slips her tongue in my mouth. I know I should stop her, but right now, I can't. I need to feel her touch, her kiss. Fuck caution. 

Her kiss goes to my neck. The minute she bites into my neck, a moan escapes my lips. I know this is going too far. I pull back, bringing her forehead against mine.

"We have to stop. We can't."

She just nods as we are both breathing heavily. She places one last kiss on my lips. She opens the door without a word and walks to her door.