Spiner

Chapter 33 | Snapped

Okay::: so sorry for not updating last week, I've been very busy with school and life I guess. I would never give up on my Wattpad story however- and especially not this one, I just simply missed an update and never made the time to make it up and I apologize sincerely... Now, this chapter will be 3rd person again, and it will continue to be so until I specify otherwise. So Finally...

Previously in the last chapter: 
(this is just something I wanted to do for this chapter... It won't be a regular thing just an FYI) 

Brent tensed when he felt her breasts press up against his chest.

This wasn't okay this wasn't okay, Brent's head rang.

Y/n pulled her head away from Brent's neck to look him in the eyes. The two of them each made eye contact, then Brent watched y/n's eyes sink down his face to his lips. He looked at hers, so young and pink. They were probably so soft.

Then something inside Brent snapped.

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Brent pushed y/n back more forcefully than he had meant, getting up off the couch to stand in front of y/n a foot or so away, his heart about to explode out of his chest. Had Brent not acted... he knew what would have- what could have happened. And he couldn't allow that. This situation was bad enough as it was.

The moment he pushed y/n away he felt terrible, and even his own amount of disappointment somewhere in his chest, although he was pushing it down. Y/n's immediate face of surprise, shame, and disappointment as well, broke Brent's heart into pieces. She looked as if she was about to cry.

"God, I'm so sorry... I wasn't thinking I just didn't want to-"

Y/n looked up at him fighting tears, "didn't want t-to what?" she said staring into his eyes so deeply it felt like she was piercing his soul. Her eyes were glossy and fragile.

".. I... I don't want either of us to get into trouble-."
"Didn't want to what?!" Y/n demanded a little louder this time.
"Kiss you," Brent stated, the words sounding awkward flying off his tongue. His tone neither mad nor sad, but slightly disappointed as if he were ashamed. 

Y/n was caught off guard, despite the fact she knew that was what it was. Hearing Brent say gave her a floating sensation almost. Her heart losing its mind. But she knew she couldn't have done that- and that Brent was right. And she still regretted that he had pushed her away... But she knew it was for the right reason, but certainly not the one she wanted. Y/n looked down realizing that it was her fault... she hugged him, she got that close to him... gave him that look. And for a precious moment, he returned it. 

"I'm sorry," She said looking down.
Brent looked awkwardly at his hands, "I am as well, I should take responsibility...I'm- I'm the adult," Brent said looking up at y/n, not quite feeling like one right now, "I shouldn't have let you do that- or encouraged it." Brent said, re-feeling his emotions when she had wrapped her arms around him and he willingly did the same feeling a longing in his chest. 

Brent sighed deeply, "Point is... your here now, and well- all this has happened. I think maybe we should just call it a night. It's almost three in the morning. We can wake up tomorrow and figure something out." Brent said rubbing the bridge of his nose, terribly tired, just wanting to sleep and worry about this all in the morning. But he was afraid of what the morning may bring, possibly and future unemployed Brent Spiner? He thought, joking with himself. But still worried, as that was a very possible outcome that Brent did not want. 

"What time is your mother expecting you home?" Brent asked her.
Y/n wanted to continue to talk and think about how they had just kissed but Brent was clearly tired and wanted to change the subject.
"Well, I don't know. I was just going to text her whenever I would want to go home, and Alice was going to take me,"
"We'll... text her first thing tomorrow.. Does she work at all? Is it possible I can just drop you off without her knowing?" Brent said cringing slightly at himself and how he was having to lie and deceive, but it was better than losing his job because one of his students crawled into his car drunk. 
"Yes, she will be. But my phone is dead..." Y/n said feeling her pockets for it, then remembering she had Brent's shorts on. "My phone is in the bathroom." She stated. Brent turned and walked to the bathroom, finding it on the toilet seat by her bra and grabbing it looking at what sort of charger it took. 
"I'll charge it," Brent called from the bathroom as he walked into his room grabbing a charger and a wall port. He was about to walk out of his room when he looked at his bed. Brent paused for a moment then turned back and grabbed a pillow too along with an extra blanket out of his closet.

Brent walked back into the living room holding the pillow and blanket. Y/n looked at him for a moment, waiting for him to speak. Brent chewed his lip momentarily thinking what would be the best decision, letting her sleep in the bed, or her not sleeping in his bed... and on the couch. 

"What is that for?" Y/n asked. 
"You," Brent said tossing her the pillow and blanket. Y/n caught it confused. 
"Oh...no guest bedroom?" Y/n asked thinking back to the doors she had seen in the hallway, two of which she never saw inside. 
Brent chuckled to himself slightly, "No... no guest bedroom," Brent tilted his head, tired sad yet amused look on his face, "I don't exactly get many guests... At least not any who stay the night." He said mouth shrugging as he glanced over at Y/n. 

Suddenly Y/n wanted to know more about Mr. Spiner. His life, what he was like outside of school, and not as a teacher... not as her teacher. And why exactly he didn't have guests. He was very- y/n stopped her thoughts from continuing but still the question remained in mind, why was Brent not married, why did he not have a girlfriend or- something.

Brent walked over by the kitchen doorway and shut the light off causing the room to become darker, "Goodnight, Y/n" Brent said terribly tired, still trying to believe his situation. Fucking student sleeping on my couch. He rubbed his hands in his face as he walked to his room. And we almost kissed... Shit shit shit. Brent chuckled to himself, almost laughing at himself out of pity of his situation. The Irony, the unfairness... 

"Goodnight, Mr. Spiner" Y/n's voice called from the darkness. 

They were both dead tired and fell asleep almost immediately. Despite the fact of their brains running 100 miles an hour wanting to keep them awake. But before each of them fell asleep, they were thinking of one another. The longing that they couldn't seem to get rid of for each other lurking inside them. 

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Sorry, the update is so late in the day... I was writing it earlier but my laptop was being an Idiot so again, I apologize :> . But I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter somewhat. It will get better and exciting again soon, I  promise lol ;)