Mr. Irwin

After hours

“What?” I asked confused and then it hit me...No no no! I must've just said my thoughts out loud. Oh for the love of the lord might as well kill me now because he was staring into my eyes humorously and at that moment I feel like dancing on the street naked would be less embarrassing... I face palmed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I pressed my lips together in a thin line. I bet I looked like a freaking tomato by now as the blood rushed to my face. I wanted just run away and hibernate forever.

“Oh c’mon I heard you... you’re funny Kass... anyway so the problem is that you like me too much?” he raised an eyebrow and I wanted to march out of that room straight away. I covered my face with my hands and nodded. “Haha, I really have nothing to say.. is it my wonderfully charming smile or my perfectly fine bum?” he asked. Oh my god. He is literally torturing me.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate for a student and a teacher to have this conversation... I really need to go Mr Irwin,” I tried to be as polite as possible at this point hoping he’d forget about this by tomorrow but I really freaking doubted it because he seemed way too happy to find out about the fact that I think he's hot.

“You know during after school hours I’m just Ashton... or Ash, whichever,” he stood up with me following as I threw the bag over my shoulder with my hair getting caught between my clothes and one of the straps but I didn't care right now, I just want my mommy .... oh my god I need to tell someone about this.

“I uh, I prefer formal terms,” I said quickly "And I guess if it's after school hours I can have my phone back," I just want to get out of here as soon as possible.

But Mr Irwin stretched his arm out towards my face and his hand brushed against the skin of my neck and all I wanted to do was scream. He then gently pulled my hair from under the strap of my bag.

“It’s a bit too late for that hun,” he chuckled and I was stood frozen. What did I get myself into?... not that I’m complaining to be honest because aye, he's just really freaking attractive but there's so many things wrong with even the idea of every dating a teacher. I slowly lowered Mr Irwin's arm and breathed out.

"Whatever I said... I didn't okay?! Whatever sick ideas it gave to you, get over them. You are my teacher... TEACHER. You can't flirt with me, you can't be friends with me, you're just a teacher and I'm the student," I tried staying calm but I couldn't... Was I really rejecting Mr Irwin or is this some crazy dream?

"But you're legal," he points out.