Young Blood

Chapter Four

When I awoke from my catnap and peered through my window, the sky was dark. I couldn’t believe it was this late already. I checked the clock hanging across from my bed on the wall. It was nearly 11:30 at night. How had I slept that long? Ritchie would be coming at midnight.

  And that’s when I remembered. Ritchie. My teacher. It was already wrong that I wasn’t calling him by his proper name, Professor Starkey. ‘Ritchie’ is the kind of name you call someone you’ve known for years and are close mates with, hanging out with them on the weekends and inviting them to parties. Not your teacher.

  The fact that I had fucked ‘Ritchie’ was even worse. That just took away even more points from my non-existent score of whether or not I’m going to heaven. At this point, it was hell beyond belief. If it wasn’t enough that I had had queer sex with my teacher, in school, the addition that he was coming over in a half an hour would definitely send me spiraling straight down into that fiery abyss. I was screwed.

  I couldn’t let Ritchie- er, Professor Starkey over. I just couldn’t. Maybe if I broke off every connection with him then there was still a possibility that I would remain pure as a human being. I knew heaven was probably not an option at this point, but still, If I broke things off now, there was a chance they’d reserve the nicest section in hell for me.

  I had to find a way to let the professor know that I didn’t want to be with him. Fuck, he was probably already on his way here. I could always just fake that I was asleep and hope that he would go away. But that was too faulty, he’d probably sneak in and wake me up, the nosy bastard. I could lock the windows and the doors. But then he’d know that I didn’t want him in and think I was using him to get what I wanted, or something of that nature. I sighed.

  Maybe I’ll just have to deal with him. There would be no sex, whatsoever, and that was the one thing I had planned out. Other than that, I didn’t know what was going to happen. For all I knew, Professor Starkey could show up to the house with a knife and try to murder me. I knew there was a slim chance of that happening, but I was just trying to prove a point by saying that what was going to happen was now not up to me.

  I began to panic. I was throwing things around my room in a desperate attempt to clean it up like some pathetic bird. Even though I was going to break things off with the professor, I wanted him to at least think of me as a decent student, as well as a presentable being. I didn’t want my room to appear messy to anyone, no matter how unimportant they were.

  In the middle of my scurrying I didn’t seem to notice a figure lurking behind me, as I was too preoccupied in making my room look presentable. I suddenly stopped, realizing I wasn’t alone. I turned around slowly and wide-eyed, coming face to face with the one and only Professor Starkey.

  “Er- professor!”

  “Please.” His voice was calm. It only put me off even more. “It’s Ritchie, remember?”

  “Heh, yeah…” I sighed, my eyes sinking to the floor. Ritchie started moving closer to me, moving in for a kiss. I stumbled backwards over the edge of my bed and landed flat on it.

  “A little clumsy today, are we?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, leaning over my body and running his gentle fingers over my neck. I shuddered at the wonderful feeling they gave me but soon snapped out of it, shoving him off of me.

  “Woah!” he was obviously confused. “Why are you shoving me away?”

  “We need to talk.” My voice was serious, and I think it scared him.

  “Come on, babe, we can talk all we want while we’re…” he smirked, trying to push me down on the bed once more. 

  “Professor!”