Teacher | Ashton Irwin

Thirty Three

It was a cold Monday morning. I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a long shower before drying my hair. I let the waves hang naturally because I wasn't in the mood for it. I'm supposed to be going to Ashton's tonight but no, my period just decided to visit me a few days early.

I threw on a light grey, acid wash, Rolling Stones, loose fitting t-shirt. I put on my dark grey leggings, black vans and a black oversized hoodie. I put on a bit of foundation, trying my best to cover the hormone spots on my chin. I then put on quite a thick coat of mascara with a cat eye eyeliner. I then naturally filled in my eyebrows.

I grabbed my bag, putting it on my shoulders and walking down stairs. I called to my parents who were now home, "I'm away." I walked out the door.

I walked to the end of my driveway and made my way down the street. I was walking past the turn-in for another street when I saw Ashton standing there. He was in his usual for school, a suit but this time, instead of wearing a bandana, he wore his hair down and his glasses on. Why oh why does he look so damn attractive when I can't have sex with him?!

I walked up to him and looked around to make sure nobody was around us before I whispered, "What are you doing here?"

"Let's ditch," he took both my hands in his as he looked down at me as he towered over me. I'm not even small. He's just tall and muscular and CAN I STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM THIS WAY SINCE I CAN'T HAVE HIM?!

I chuckled, "Ash, you're my teacher. You aren't setting a good example."

"I love it when you call me Ash," he smiled sheepishly before it turned into a grin, "You'll be yelling that tonight." He winked at me, causing the butterflies to erupt inside me.

"Maybe not," I looked down as I embarrassingly said, "I'm on my period so we can't have sex. I'm sorry."

He tilted my face up to face him with his index finger. He placed a sweet kiss on my lips before he whispered, "then baby... There doesn't need to be sex. I want to take you out for the day. That's if you will take me up on the offer I'm about to propose."

I smiled, "And that is?"

"Well it's not an offer," he chuckled, "It's more of a fact. That fact it that you're mine."

"I'm yours?" I raised my eyebrow.

He kissed my forehead gently before whispering, "You're my girlfriend. I'm yours and you're mine. Oh! Maybe that could be our thing." I giggled as his excitement danced in his eyes.

"What could be our thing?" I giggled.

He cupped the side of my face and smiled, "It's like a Gus and Hazel situation. Their 'always' was 'okay', right? Maybe that could be our always. I could be like 'mine?' And you would reply 'yours.' It'll be cute."

I kissed his cheek and whispered, "I'm always yours." *is it your's with an apostrophe or just yours because I don't want to write the wrong this the whole way through this?*

"I know," he smiled, "sometimes I just need so reassurance."

"I need to go now or else I will be late," I frowned.

"Don't go," he said. His eyes looked sad at the thought of us having to go. He pouted, "Stay here. Stay with me. I'll take you out."

"Persuade me," I winked. As much as it saddened me, I dropped his hand and began to walk away from him.

I heard quick footsteps, running footsteps. He grabbed my hand, spinning my body so I faced him. Before I could do anything, his lips crashed onto mine and my body got practically slammed against his as his hands pulled my hips towards him. It was a long and passionate kiss.

He disconnected his lips from mine. I felt the blood in my veins turn cold again. For the short minute that we kissed, it felt as though his lips on mine made me warmer. He whispered, "Do you still need persuading?"

I shook my head and whispered, "No." He smiled brightly at me, lacing his fingers in mine.

His eyes widened and he gasped, "wow. You're freezing." He placed his large hands over mine and brought them to his mouth. He blew his warm breath into the bundle of mine and his hands. I instantly felt warmer.

I smiled, "So where are you taking me?"

He look my hand and began walking to the end of the street, in the general direction of his house. He smiled at the ground and said, "Well first, I need you to text your mom and tell her that you will be out all night and most of tomorrow. Second, the reason you need to do that is because we're going on a drive. We're going to a little coastal village where we can go to a motel at night and stuff. I'm going to take you to the beach and the hills. Maybe you should tell her you're going to your friend's house all weekend or something."

"There's just one problem, two actually," I sighed, "One, how am I meant to get all my clothes and um... Feminine products from my house? My parents are in. And two, I'm going to have to ask Emma to cover for me. When she asks where I really am, what am I supposed to say?"

"That you're with a guy. Just don't tell her who," he smirked. He awkwardly smiled, "I can buy you all the tampons and pads that you need. You can wear my clothes- well, apart from jeans and shoes, bit of a size difference. I'll buy you underwear and leggings. We have this sorted."

I immediately dropped his hand and walked to the other side of the footpath when I saw Michael walking to school. He gave Mr Irwin a strange look but smiled at me.

Ashton pulled the 'oh shit. That was close' face.

I giggled and walked back over to him, "This should be good. Let's not get caught though."

"Agreed," he smiled down at me, his arm snaking around my waist as we walked.