The First Night

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After getting told in front of the hole class that you have to come back at the end of the day for a teacher, then helping him out with his work that he couldn't finish on his own, that day after school. Later that night I trip ; Ethan stich my gape that has gashed an inch into my skin. He gladly stitched up the hole. After the horrible day I had found out that my journal was lost but that day. Then the truth ... Ethan found my Journal...

"Really because I have that test for you tomorrow and...."

"Stay over , I will just tell your mother you need more studying done before my class and no problems will happen tonight."

"NO, ..."

"I know, she's not home, she emailed all of your teachers, and I decided that I would help you out with your studying tonight."

"Thanks",...

"No problem"

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As I put my things down Ethan asked me if his clothes would fit me, so I said "sure maybe"? Then in a moment to soon my teacher took off his shirt. His body was evenly ripped then with his shirt on. His 6-pack was so tight my hands felt horrified to even to look at his entire body. While ,he had given his shirt to me. I turned to change, felt a misty touch over my shoulder, down my arm and my back. Ethan was touching my body liked he loved it. The pleasure. The enjoyment. I felt his macular hands go further down passed my hips to my knees and picked my entire body to asked some questions that he had in mind.

"So, you liked me from the start when you saw me walked into class."

"Ye...ssss... I found you very ...nice?"

"Nice...?"

"Y...Yes"

"How nice?"

"Well Shakespeare did have a well know address about 'How nice it was for two families to hate one another then stop arguing after there own children die so suddenly."'

"Yes, and why is that"?

"There love masked there families hatred and turned them into two lost souls that just wanted to be together."

"Yes , but why did there families wanted them to be apart."

"Because one thought the other family was better then the rest."

"Now, that was nice."

"Why did you remarked my words in class?"

"To understand the beauty of ones work and everyone has there different ways of looking at Shakespeare's work as do I, but you are something, Alex."

"Where did you find my journal"

"Right, sorry. As of right now you need to work on a 4-page-essay,understanding that both families where indecisive, in away you get the easy part, your have a teacher helping you."

As Ethan walked, his dark, statured figure; had set my body down and a walked away to go grab my things from my bag. I led on the couch in his house before midnight rolling around.Soon as I start to write , Ethan tells me how to prepares my writing.

***

2:00 am : paper is due in 8 hours.

It takes me all night to pull off one of my hardest works' ever. Never in a million years would I very thought I would be pulling an all nighter at a teacher's house but I did. As dawn slowly approaches my hours of sleep runs out. I'll be sleeping in all of my classes even Jackson's class. As I finish the last line ,I stop, I feel a touch, soft but sweet . Like a sunset in the morning when the coldly winter starts to warm into spring but barely brings a soft touch warmth to my heart. At 2:01 in the morning, I look over my shoulder and a dark figure stood behind me then spoke.

"You done already." He's deep voice masked my knowledge that I was still at his house trying to finish my 4-page essay. Still his touch softly had given my body goosebumps' from his touch.

"Its 2:01 in the morning."

"Alex, you stayed up all night trying to finish a paper for class." Never in a million years would I ever hear his voice dropped, like I did something bad. Normally his voice is demanding in class and its scary a bit, but not alarming.

"Yeah...you said in the beginning of class yesterday, that its due until Friday which is today..look."

"Wo.. I guess your right, come on you about 6 hours of sleep until you have to pick you mom up at the airport, oh and Alex it's Saturday."

"Right, my bad, so where did you find me journal actually?"

"In class where left it. Behind the shelf ,in the back, of the class room. Come here."

So I did. His arms felt warm, on a fresh breeze day, when you walk outside at the perfect time and the air hits your body at the right time. Of course with the morning sun hitting my eyes as I slowly drifting off. I was awake, Ethan told me to wash and put some clothes on. He drove me to my house of course so the possibilities' of getting dressed and not to look like I just slept with someone would be possible. I opened the door, waked into the left downer side of the house where the staircase starts, I walk up the stairs go right and its the farthest room from the stairs as possible. Took my clothes off hop in the shower do a little dance, because I'm happy to be home in my own house that I surly do love. Then put some clothes on, pants mostly with a mickey mouse shirt on the a over long sleeve shirt over it with some nice low-top shoes that was bought 5 five years ago and still fits my feet perfectly. Well walking all the way back down,Ethan had let himself in.

"UH.....Why are in my house Dr. Jackson."

"Just came to drop you off "

"I need a ride to the airport remember"

"Sure, why not, you ready."

"Yes"

"Then let go..after you"

"Thank you"

We walked back outside down a block from my house and hop into his car, which is a Mustang Corvette. Clearly I told him to park a block down driveway,since my mother was totally fine with Dr. Jackson letting me stay at his house. While he dropping me off at my house to come pick up some clothes and drive to the airport to pick my mom. I clearly told him about the cameras in my house; if he did come inside that he need to stay downstairs and not come up at any point well I'm up there.

Only 23 miles way from the airport and I can fell the intention in the air, but should I , mom knew where I was at, did she, would she be worried that my teacher had dropped me off at my house. There's no way she sent them all messages and only one fully took over the responsibly as teacher.

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Now only 10 miles to ago....

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