Loving Lylah

Chapter 26

Lylah

"Mr. Lee?" My mouth hung open in shock and my eyes were as wide as saucers.

What. The. Fuck.

Vincent Lee? It couldn't be...

"Hello. Lylah. I didn't think you'd actually come." He smiled warmly, his green eyes twinkling.

Ohh it can be.

"What..? But..." I mumbled in confusion, my eyebrows furrowed on their own.

"I've waited so long for this day. I can't believe you're really here." He marveled gleefully, stepping further into the room. The orange light of the sinking sun made his light brown hair glow a hint of gold. He looked much younger than his actual age of 24.

All things considered, I should've been more careful around him. He was the hot, new teacher in school and he taught my favorite subject so of course I was more friendly with him than other teachers like Mr. Harrington the maths monster. And there was a bit of subtle flirting during his first few weeks but which girl didn't?!

I didn't know he'd actually catch feelings! I am sooo not taking responsibility for this shitshow!

"It was you?!" I asked curiously.

"Of course it was me Lylah. I've been madly in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you in the classroom. The first time you smiled at me, and I knew, there was no hope for me." He declared. Well, someone likes being poetically dramatic. "I've wanted for so long to let you know it was me. To show you how good we can be together. To show you, that we are simply, meant to be." He moved forward leaving only a few inches between us and I instantly tropes back.

My mind was overwhelmed by his confession. But the most frequent thought that crossed my mind was was he out of his goddamn mind?

"Mr. Lee," I started.

"Vincent, love. Call me Vincent." He smiled softly.

I gave home a weird look and continued. "Mr. Lee, not to be rude but um, are you nuts?" I cried out. He looked taken aback but I still went on. "You realize that your a teacher, yes? And I'm your student?"

He looked stunned at my tone of voice. If he thought this little love confession was going to end with both of us waking off into the sunset, then he was majorly deluded.

"That's just the first thing. You know that I'm with Jimin and I don't plan on leaving him any time soon. On top of that, sending secret love letters to a student is highly inappropriate and unprofessional. What do you think will happen if anyone else finds out?!" I chided, my voice louder than normal.

I heard a noise from towards the classroom door and tried to look over but my vision was blocked as I was suddenly engulfed in a hug by the man in front of me.

"Lylah. You don't mean that. I know it will take time but you will realize how much you love me. Jimin is just a boy, you deserve a man. I am that man for you Lylah. Our love will be better than anything that boy can give you." He muttered in a frenzy, squeezing the life out of me.

Struggling to get my arm out from where it was trapped to my sides, I kicked him in the groin and moved as far as I could.

Glaring at him as I caught my breath, I fumed. "Look dude, has anyone ever told you what a personal space is? And you're out of your mind if you think I have any affection for you. You were just a teacher to me and now I don't even have that respect for you. Your lucky I'm not reporting you." I stepped over his balled up form, eyes shut in pain and mouth open in a silent scream.