The Teacher.

Double Sided

Mr. Osborne sat at his desk highlighting, scribbling down note on his agenda planner. He looks up when he hear the door close behind me. Today I'm the first to class; 15 minutes early I presume. I pull the permission slip from my stack of notebooks, setting it in front of him.

"You signed it," he said with a warm smile on his face. I liked the way his voiced sounded. All British and different. It's deep, chilling even, compelling, intoxicating. His wife, I noticed the ring on his ring-finger, must be a lucky woman. I could only image what it's like to be married to a guy like him. I mean, I don't really know Mr. Osborne just yet, but I bet she has the best time with him. He just has a spirit that seems so young and vibrant, it's like it sucks you in.

I can feel my face grow hot. "Yup," I reply breathlessly nodding my head a bit too hard.

Our eyes were still locked with one another, only making me more nervous than what I should be around a teacher. I look away, starting to pull out my sketch book to pass the time so I can kill the awkward silence that lingered in the room. The sound of his highlighter, pen, and him flipping the pages of his planner filled the room too. Looking back at the clock, I see it's only been 5 minutes since I've been in the classroom with him.

Ten more minutes to go, I think to myself.

The deep sound of him clearing his voice forces me to look up. As if on cue, he looks up to, but I look away fearing that he'd think I was gawking at him or something. Although... he is hot for a history teacher. When Principal Parish said that the junior class was getting a new history teacher, I thought short, fat, bald guy who wore glasses with a receding hair line. We got the complete opposite: tall, built like a swimmer, older, but far more attractive. He can be on Tom Cruise's level or even Brad Pitt's. Mr. Osborne has to be at least like 45, any older than that I'd consider him a vampire. Maybe if I just get a better look at him, I can figure out his age. He could be younger. There are a few age lines in his face, but not much. The color of his hair barely shows any streaks of grey and silver. Only a little. Looking up at him, this time while his back is turned to the board, I see how his muscle flexes as he write today's objective. With each stroke of a word, his muscles flex and a vein reveals itself. The way he licks his finger in a slow motion to turn the page in his planner oh-so gently sends chills down my spine. And the outfit he chose for the day, not so teacher like. Casual jeans that fit him just right, a fitted black shirt, and tennis chose that appear to be expensive. I notice he ditched the glasses today.

The way he moves is starting to turn me on. Of course having a crush on a teacher is wrong, yet, there's nothing not innocent about it. Plenty of student have had crushes on their teachers without getting caught up in it.... Unless the teacher shows the same fondness for the student, THEN we have a problem. Although, Mr. Osborne give family vibes. Such as him having kids of his own and loving his wife.

"How long are you going to be staring at me, Ryland?" he asked sounding as if he's smiling, his accent sharp on my name. "I can't help but feel your eyes stabbing my like a dagger in my back." Turns around, setting the agenda down on the desk hunching over and now looking at me. I freeze. I have been staring too long, I thought to myself. But why isn't he... "What? Have question for me?" he assumes.

Shook my head in a fierce motion, my face now on fire, the heart inside my chest willing to burst from the cage it's in. "I-I--sorry, Mr. Osborne," I stammer. "Just reading the agenda." The lie slipped right out of my mouth. I got to keep myself under control. He's a teacher for crying out loud.

Narrows his eyes and smirks. "For moment I thought you were fawning over me."

"What?" I asked puzzled--caught off guard. What did he just say?

"Was beginning to think that maybe this is double sided."

Double sided?

In a slow pace, Mr. Osborne makes his way to my desk in the back of the room. Tracing his finger on each desk he passes and he gets closer and closer. Swallow hard as I wait for him to get aby nearer. A sudden urge for him to be near grew inside me along with the excitement trailing in my my mind. Then he stops. Right beside me, rests a hand on my shoulder. His touch so warm against my cool skin, I hadn't noticed I've been so cold, firm and secure. Just his touch made my body go into flames, sending me on the verge of want. Glance up at him, out eyes meet and his face seductive.

"Mr. Osborne..." my voice faint as I say his name, but at the same as a moan.

With a finger, he trails up from my collar bone, my throat, to the tip of my chin. "There's something so intriguing about you, Ryland," Mr. Osborne's voice is deep and velvety--seductive and aggressive. Grabs my chin with gentle force, keeping me directed to him. "I'm starting to feel a pull towards you."

A sudden lurch in my stomach sent shivers throughout my body. His eyes held a seriousness to them. Everything in this moment felt unreal. Him holding my face, us in the classroom by ourselves with possibly five minutes to spare. Who knows what can happen next in this very moment.

The door creaks before it opens, Mr. Osborne swiftly moves back to his desk before the rest of the students come into the room. It's like it never happened, but his touch still imprinted on my face, the way his eyes were reading mine. Right now, I feel overwhelmed with emotions. Just this sudden altercation sent me into a stressful mess. Yet, I desired him now more than have before. I guess this isn't just a one sided thing. Like he said, double sided.