I'm In Love With My Teacher

New Beginnings Pt. 2

So I'll be dedicating chapters to those who pushes me to update in the comments also listen to the song, "Stay With Me" by Sam Smith for the whole of this chapter. Enjoy :).

My classmates that were heading out smirked at me as if to say, "you in trouble."

Trouble?

Hardly the word I'd use.

Deep shit, maybe.

I swallow, turn around and stare at him, challenging him, meeting his eyes.

He met mine as well and they darkened slightly.

Then he turns and walks down the hallway to his back office.

What was he doing? Did he expect me to follow him? I did anyway.

He allows me to enter first and he enters after, silently closing the door behind him.

Oh, the memories of being in this office.

It seemed like so long ago.

When I heard the door close, faintly, I turn around swiftly and gaze at him.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"We need to talk."

"Behind closed doors," I whisper, more like a statement rather than a question.

"What's wrong, did I do something?" he asked.

I shake my head then lower it, looking at the floor.

I don't see him but I hear the movement. He takes a hold of my hand and with his other hand places his index finger under my chin and lifts it upwards so I'm staring up at him. He does it so gentle I'm almost sure I imagined it.

This is so painful that my heart knocks against my rib cage but my hand surrounded by his warm one soothes the pain and even though I feel less pain I want to cry.

Just as I feel the threat of tears welling, I turn my head away pulling his finger off.

He asks, "do I still make you nervous?"

I think about and I'm not so sure about the answer so I don't answer.

"Well are you going to say something?" he asks.

"What do you want me to say, sir?" I ask softly, obdiently.

"Don't!" he shouts. I cringe.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asks.

I look up at him stunned. Me? Oh no, Ian. It's what are you doing to me.

"I just don't think we should talk anymore!" I scream out of frustration.

"Why, why is it so bad?" he wonders.

"We are not right for each other and I think we should just maintain our school relationship and nothing more."

"You don't want that," he says, stating the obvious, "and I don't want that either."

"It is what I want!"

"Well what about what I want, Brianna? Have you ever thought of that? You have no idea what you've put me through since you've first showed up to my class, do you?" he queries.

I don't answer but I think, since I've first showed up to his class?

"Agony, pain, taunt, torment, disaster, loneliness, desire," he lists as if remembering every single one.

Desire?

"Everything was a mistake," I try to convince him but I choke on my tears as I try desperately to hold them back.