The Wrong Type of Love (Teacher/Student Relationship)

Chapter Sixteen

^ The photo is of Noah, Josh looks like what I pictured Noah would when I wrote his description.

A shock went through my body when he placed his lips on mine and I suddenly felt light headed. Noah must have noticed as he placed his hand on my back to keep me from slipping. The kiss went from sweet to passionate within seconds but I didn’t mind. I moved my hand from his face and wrapped my arms around his neck, occasionally running my fingers though his hair. Noah had one hand on my back and the other was cupping my cheek.

It was easy to get lost in the kiss, my lips moved in time with his and I completely forgot about the fact that I needed to breathe. I broke the kiss and took a deep breath.
“You okay there?” A chuckle escaped his lips and a huge smile came across his face. I gently hit him across his arm and frowned at him. “Sorry, it was just funny”

“Me being out of breath is funny to you?”

“Yes. It. Is.” With each word he said he kissed me lightly on my lips and took hold of my hands. I shook my head and leaned towards him again. He took the invitation and pushed his lips on mine again but this time he kept the kiss sweet. He didn’t turn it into anything else; he kept it the same. It was romantic and once again a shock went through my body. It didn’t last as long as before but it was still enough.

“I’ve got to go," he said frowing, "people are going to start wondering where I am.”
I couldn’t help but smile when he frowned and sighed. I quickly kissed him one more time before I jumped off the table and grabbed my bags. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
He had been staring at the floor but when I said this he looked up. “A whole weekend, after what just happened!” He said slowly and blew a puff of air out. Running his hand though his hair he moved over to his desk, pulled his blazer off the back of his chair and put it on. “What about tomorrow? Can we meet?” I breathed in sharply, remembering. Jack. After what just happened I was about to turn him down because I was going on a second date with Jack. 'Get it over with' I thought, 'rip it off like you would a plaster. Quick and with less pain', well at least I hoped.

“I’ve kind of... I’m kind of… I’m going on a date. A second date actually.” I looked out the window instead of in his eyes. I didn’t want to see the hurt that would most likely be filling them.
“Oh. With?” His voice held no emotion; I could tell that he was trying his hardest to not show how he felt.
“Jack.”
“The one from the theatre?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
'Just leave and don’t look back. Wait until Monday to talk to him about it. Who knows, it might go horribly wrong and I might end up hating Jack'. But how could I hate Jack? Everything about him made me like him. In a friend way and in relationship way.
“I really have to go now.” Suddenly his frown changed to a smile, which confused me slightly.
“I’m on duty in the dining room today so I’ll walk you down there.”
“Noah.”
“Come on, people are going to be wondering where you are.”
“Noah.”
He carried on walking and completely ignored me.
“Noah.”
He was just about to turn the handle when I finally had enough of him ignoring me.
“Noah!” He turned around with a shocked expression on his face.
“I’m sorry, but I never expected
that this..” I moved my hand around indicating both him and me and what had just happened, “would happen, so when I was invited on a date I took the chance.”
“Aremor, the kiss. What did it mean to you?”
“Everything. I never thought that would happen, I never dreamed that it would happen.”
“It meant everything to me too. So what are we going to do about it? What does it mean about us?”
“What do you want it to mean?”
“I don’t know, but you going on a date with this Jack does not sit right with me.”
“Why does it have to sit right with you?  We’re not together and we never will be.”
“You're right, there is no possible chance of me and you being together. It’s impossible.” He scoffed. “A student with a teacher.”
“Yet you just kissed me!” I was furious. It wasn’t my fault that he had left it too late before he finally made a move. “Make your mind up! One minute you are flirting with me, then you’re ignoring me, then you’re kissing me and then you’re acting like a complete jerk!”
“I’m sorry...”
“Leave it." I said sharply, "Nothing happened, okay? I stayed behind for a conversation and then left, that's it. Goodbye Mr Reese.” I pushed past him and opened the door myself.
“Aremor...wait...” He said pleadingly.
“You're late.” I walked out the door and hurried down the corridor.
I was aware that he was right behind me, a couple of feet away. I was also aware that he was staring at me but I didn’t want to stop and tell him to quit staring at me. That would mean I would have to talk to him again and he would bring the conversation back to the kiss.
It hurt when he had said that it was impossible, he acted like I meant nothing. Though ten minutes previous he had been kissing me and acting like he never wanted to be away from me. ‘Forget about him’ I told myself. 'There is no point dwelling on it. Think about your
date tomorrow with Jack, someone who wants to be with you'. With that mental note, I turned the corner and was out of his sight.