Mr. College-Bound

Chapter One, Part Three

      Ryder looked around the room, and his eyes passed right over me. "Welcome, students, to St. Charles University, quarter one. Let's make this a good year. I am Professor Decker, and I am...," his words became a blur as I stared at him unbelievingly. This could not be my cultural arts teacher, he looked way too young to be a professor!
      "Charles!," I suddenly heard my name called and it took me out of my thoughts, back to Ryder, who was looking around the room. "Is Charles Juarez here?," he asked. It must've been roll call. "H-Here!," I said quickly, raising my hand in a panic. Ryder's eyes flicked to me, but he had no expression on his face. "Say it the first time, Mr. Juarez," was all Ryder said, quite cruelly at that.
      After roll was done, Ryder began to hand out classroom syllabuses. He headed down my row first, telling us to take one and pass the stack back. When he handed me my stack, his hand oddly brushed the entire back of mine, but when I looked at him he refused to look back at me. Quickly I looked down at the paper and ignored him, too. I could see why he was doing it now... though I craved his attention.
      Once lecturing was over and it was about the end of class, Ryder had called me into his office. I was nervous, but I still went. After all, he was my teacher.
I met Ryder in his office. He was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands. "Clearly, there is a situation here," he began with and I nodded my head slowly. "Yeah... I'm sorry," I said, running my hands through my hair. "Don't be. I don't plan to stop, that is, if you don't," Ryder had looked at me so seriously it almost seemed like a joke, so I stared at him blankly for a while before speaking. "Doing what?," was all I could think to ask.
      Suddenly, Ryder had stood up and marched over to me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me firmly against his body as he kissed me. I was too nervous to do anything, being in school and all with over a hundred classmates right outside the door. Ryder parted away slowly, "that is what I plan to keep doing. If, of course, you want."
      I bit my lip, which tasted like his peppermint chapstick. I wanted him so badly, but not wasn't the time or the place... but who said I couldn't be with him just because he was my professor? What was the worst that could happen?
"I don't want to stop," I said under my breath, overwhelmed with this feeling I had never felt before, drawing me towards him.
      However, before I could say or do anything, the bell shouted at us and Ryder hurried me along to my next class.
      Normally, I was a good student and always focused. Now, I was a complete mess in the head and I couldn't stop thinking about Ryder. Even when my classes were over for the day, my new job had proven difficult as it was extra hard to focus on the orders. It was a relief when I finally was able to go home and relax.
      I plopped down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. I wondered what Ryder was doing, if he was still working or not or perhaps if I could see him again.
      Deciding to do something I liked to distract myself, I got out the good old cook book and searched up a quick stew to make. Just when I had set it in the crockpot, there was a knock at my door. I looked at it for a moment before hurrying over to answer it.
      Ryder.