Teaching the Teacher

Chapter 8

Hi all,

I know I ended quite abruptly on my last entry, but I must admit I got quite caught up in my own memories.

Anyways, where was I? Oh, yes! After our fun outside, Cameron managed to carry my tired body upstairs to the spare bedroom, and tucked both of us under the covers. He layed on his back with one arm around me while I drew randomly on his chest with my fingers. I could tell by his breathing that he wasn't asleep yet, probably thinking like I was.

"What's your biggest fear?" I found myself breaking the comfortable silence we had been in for quite a while.

I could feel his heart rate speed up under my hand before he answered. "Probably being alone. Which is weird considering I try to isolate myself. I guess it wouldn't be loneliness I fear so much as being abandoned, or left by someone I don't want to lose."

"That's why you isolate yourself? Leave them before they leave you?" I asked, finally understanding why he had so many walls built.

"I guess." He shrugged, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I don't see the point in getting close to people in high school, we're all going to go separate ways when we graduate. I know it's a weird way to look at life. But that's just how I feel."

"It's not weird. Just kinda sad." I replied as I slid my hand up to cup his cheek so I could kiss him lightly, before laying back down and placing another kiss on his side. "But I understand." I whispered, closing my eyes and intertwining our fingers again, drifting off into a peaceful dream, about none other than the beautiful boy wrapped around me.

I woke the next morning with the feeling of being watched. I knew he was looking at me, I could feel it. He couldn't see my face, so I made sure to stay real still. Just to see how much longer he would watch me sleep.

"Good morning." He said softly, as he rubbed my shoulder.

"How'd you know I was awake?" I asked, turning to look at him, with a confused look.

"Your breathing changed." He shrugged, like it was obvious.

"How long were you watching me sleep?" I questioned as I traced his stomach muscles with my finger.

"Not long." He smiled to himself, like he had a secret.

"You're lying." I said boldly looking right into his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed about it. It's sweet. And so....you." I managed to admit, to him and myself. He just smiled and leaned down to give me a quick kiss.

"Hungry?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. And before he could finish my stomach was growling. "I'll take that as a yes." He laughed. "You get dressed, I'll go start breakfast." I didn't even have time to reply before he was already out the bedroom door, wearing nothing but sweatpants.

I managed to get myself out of the bed and dress myself in spare clothes I kept at Jenna's. As I was looking in the mirror, trying to make my hair presentable, I noticed something on my neck. I pulled the collar of my shirt and leaned closer to the mirror, only to see a very large hickey forming, from when he claimed me the night before. 'Dammit' I cursed to myself, hoping like hell Jenna wouldn't see it.

Before I headed downstairs I grabbed Cameron's shirt off the floor, deciding to take it to him, mostly to keep myself from jumping him in the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, his back was to me, cooking. As I got closer, I could see all the long red marks down his back.

"Shit, Cameron, your back." I exclaimed, my eyes going wide and my hand reaching out to touch the scratches. He flinched a little, but I think mostly due to the coldness of my hands.