Mr.Langmore

Chapter Ten

It pained me deeply to sit and listen to will stand in front of the room and talk about the essay due next week. This wasn't a dilema I would have imagined myself in, horny for my teacher? Maybe even, dare I say, in love with the man?

I looked around and saw girls with the same expression as mine, fantasizing about him. I blushed slightly and smiled to myself. I guess now I understood all the hype around our professor. Of course I had a reason to be fantasizing, we wanted one another. He barely batted an eye to the other students in that way, or at least I hoped not.

I typed what I felt was important as he lectured and until finally class had ended.

I packed my things slowly and on purpose hoping to catch him alone after everyone flooded out.

surprisingly, For the first time no girls had stayed and bluntly flirted with him after class. Again we were alone and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I was going to tell him how I felt. I had decided this morning that it's what I needed to do. I can't keep torturing myself. If it ends badly then oh well? If I could handle my dad leaving me, a random man would be a piece of cake to get over. Right?

Yes right. I mentally said to myself.

I walked down to his desk and smiled. He remained with his jaw clenched, again with tired and lightly pink eyes. He was surely still sour about how things had ended when we last talked.

"Andrea. I have a meeting ." He rubbed his eyes and then stared blankly at me.

"I'll be quick... Will, I was just wondering. If we could maybe... go eat tonight or have a drink, hang out." I said bitting the corner of my lip to calm my nerves. His posture relaxed and he closed his eyelids and hummed as if thinking deeply. Torturing me with the wait. Did he loose interest this quickly?

"A date?" His voice questioning and a bit annoyed, he asked finally raising an eyebrow and I wanted to stick a knife in my throat right then and there. Should I pretend I'm joking? I could feel my cheeks get warm. I've never asked a guy out before, As a matter of fact I've never even payed the slightest attention to one.

"If that's what you must call it." I tapped my fingers on the jean jacket I wore. I looked down at his laptop keys pretending they were the most interesting thing in the world. Is this what guys felt when they asked me out? How do they do it?

"So you can walk out on me again?" He asked and I smiled slightly, usually I would have scorned or rolled my eyes but I was in a good mood. He was going to say yes.

"Third times a charm isn't it?... just kidding uh, Will. I'm done pushing you away. So if you still want me, im ready to be whatever you want me to be... I just want you. So please, just- say yes." I breathed out. My chest pained. I was letting myself be vulnerable and it was horrifying.

"Yes." He breathed out and my smile grew wide even as I tried to remain serious. His eyes gleamed and he seemed to be more awake now.

"I'll come over after work?" I asked and he nodded.

"Hold on. If this is going to work, I don't want you seeing my brother anymore." There it was again. The decision I've been dreading to make. I had payed all my bills for this month this morning with the money from the dinner, I had some saved up for groceries. I heard him scoff and turn his back to me, his head shaking in disbelief.

I turned around and opened the door to leave. Every step felt wrong, like I was committing a horrible crime. Will was good for me, I think he could be the one. I was falling for him hard and I didn't have the strength to torture myself any longer.

"I won't. I'm done with that, all of it." I whispered and his body froze in place. I walked out the class feeling lighter than a feather. Feeling like everything was exactly how it was supposed to be, finally.