corey (bwwm teacher-student)

ch.6 the dream(short)

sitting In my third period class I notice Mr.Porter hasn't showed up yet. looking around the room everything seems so dull and blury.

I can't even recall getting up for school this morning, or even going to any other class before this one.

but all I know is that my patience level is running thin, and I can't wait for him to just show up.

getting up out of my seat I head for the door to leave. then all of a sudden, the door swings open and two big, muscular policemen come charging in yelling and screaming like maniacs.

backing away I try to give them room so that they can go look for whatever it is that they needed, but instead I find myself in the arms of their grasp.

Looking confused as ever i cant seem to get any words to come out of my mouth, wiggling myself so that I could get free from their strong hands, I try to ask what the hell was going on. but they just ignored me and dragged me out of the class kicking and screaming. luckily no one was in the hall to see me getting dragged out of school like that, because it was so humiliating.

once we reached outside, they shoved me inside their police car and drove me to the station. I had no idea what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into at all.

the room they put me in was dark, smelly and packed in to tightly together, making it very hard to breathe. but the worst part was the old dusty, celling lights that kept flickering on and off, which kept hurting my eyes. I felt like I was in some type of movie where there was no reasonably good outcome in the end. and from the looks of it, there wasn't.

hearing the door creak, I slowly lift up my head to see some slender young white man walk in with a bunch of file papers.

"what am I doing here?" I ask him just as he slams the papers on the table in front of me.

"you don't know, eh?" he asks in his deep accent, sounding desperately rude. from the looks of this, I knew we weren't going to get along at all.

"obviously not." I say a little shaken up by his rudeness.

"hmm, okay. well your names is I'yana, right?" he asks while looking through the files.

"yeah." I say not catching on to what he was feeding me.

"well then you should know why your here." he says staring me in the eyes.

"look, Mister...... whoever you are. your guys bought me here and didn't even tell me why. so if you thought I'd know, well, you got another thing coming." I tell him getting a little bit annoyed.

"don't play games with me, eh. I know you know exactly why your here, so don't try'n play stupid." he says, basically calling me a liar.

"would you just cut the crap and tell me why, since I obviously don't know!" I yell towards him, knowing I just made a huge mistake.

getting closer to my face he squints his eyes and chuckles a bit before speaking.

"since you obviously don't know, let me refresh your memory, eh?" he says while circulating around me as if I were his prey. making me get a little noxious. "listen closely and lets see if you remember...." he paused for a few. "I hear that you and a certain someone has been having an inappropriate relationship building up, and its gotten a little bit to far, am I right?" he asks while stopping in front of me.

I don't answer him, instead I just look away.

"answer me!" he screams making me jump in fear as he gets closer.

"I, I don't know wh-what your talking about." I studder to tell him knowing deep down it was a damn lie.

"oh really." he says very harshly with a huge smirk on his face. "Marv!" he then yells to someone behind the double glass window.

seconds pass by and in comes.........., Mr.Porter?

a black man is holding him by the arm and shoulder and shoves him into the room with me. he looks deeply sad and confused.

"Corey?" I slightly whisper to him, making him glance up at my face. he looked like a blank, empty, soulless book, that I surely could not read. reaching my hand to him I pull back when I hear more talking.

"ah, so you do know him.?" the white male asks.

"duh, he's my teacher." I tell him, leaving out any other information that I may or may not know.

"but he's more than just that, right?" he says knowing the truth, making me shudder in fear."get him outta here." he tells Marv, I'm assuming that's his name.

All I could do was watch as Corey walked right on out of the stale old room.

as the door closes again, my heart seeps down into the bottom of my stomach. and all I can think is that this is all my fault.

opening the file he shows me some pictures, it was of me and Corey. how did he get these? its only been a day.

"oh, you recognize these, don't you?" he says while sitting down in front of me."you know he's gonna be locked up for quite a while, so don't worry." he says smiling at me like I was supposed to be enjoying this.

"you can't do that, he has no right to go jail!" I yell at the top of my lungs standing up.

"yes he does, he's a petafile, and he needs to be locked up for what he's done!" he says yelling back.

"you don't know shit! he hasn't done anything wrong! I am old enough to make my own decisions if you didn't know, sir!" I state in anger." he's a good guy who I actually think I ......."

"you think you what? huh?" he asks calming down wanting to know

what was it that I thought of him? was it that I liked him? or was it lo...

bring bring bring! bring bring bring!

sitting up in my bed, panting like a mad woman, I realize that it was only just a dream. I was soaked in sweat, eww, so disgusting.

I can't believe it was just a dream, thank god I tell myself panting heavily.

finally realizing the picture, I noticed I had to stop. I had to stop with the gestures, and the flirting and, well, everything.

I surely didn't want what happened in my dream to become reality, for the sake of him and for me. and yes I can say my feelings for him is something I can't explain, but I don't want him paying the price or time for something that Id cause. he has a great job, a nice future and everything and he doesn't need me ruining it.

turning over I look at the clock.

"shit!" its already pass nine o'clock.

maybe I can make it to fourth period.

I so do hate the fact that my sister drives to school and doesn't even bother to wake me up, just because I ride the bus. but she already knows that sometimes my damn alarm acts up and doesn't work properly. I need a new one.

hoping in the shower for a quick rinse, I get out and put my braids in a high bun.

looking for something to wear, I pick out a pair of lime green ripped up skinny jeans, a purple crop top that says faithful in white letters, and my all white chucks. I put on mascara and grab my bag and head for the door. I knew today was going to be the worst day of my life. I just knew it....