Unforseen Lovers {TeacherXPupil} {Lesbian}

Chapter 27- Confrontation

Emily's POV

As i approached the office, i became more and more conscious of my heart drumming in my ears and the feeling of my throat closing in on itself. The torturous aspect of the entire situation was the oblivion; i had no clue whatsoever was about to come. There was of course the possibility of being told that my girlfriend, who was also my teacher, had been arrested and i was about to get kicked out of college before graduation or something rash like that; but of course there was also the slight and hopeful chance that i was completely overreacting and i had won some stupid book competition I forgot i took part in.

When I reached the corridor adjacent to that with the principle's office on, more intrusive thoughts entered my mind. The most reoccurring was the idea of just fleeing the scene and ignoring whatever was yet to come, i could just run home and pretend nothing happened- but of course they might have phoned my Mum in that instance. If that happened, i had to face up to having a very awkward chat with her, which could be avoided if i just enter the office and face the consequences of my actions.

Strictly speaking, me and Danni had only ever been intimate in a city which was miles from here, therefore there was no way of them finding out about that aspect of our relationship. Unless we were followed there. But we cant have been because that would have been ridiculous. As long as they didn't know about the sexual contact, the punishments that Danni might have been facing can't have been as severe.

But again, they may not even know about me and Danni. They couldn't have.

I then started thinking about how i would even react if i did win the made-up book competition, because that would also be incredibly awkward and panic inducing. Less panic inducing than being told that my illegal relationship with my teacher had been found out, however.

As i reached the end of the corridor and turned, the dark oak door with a metallic sign just below the glass window appeared: "Principle Martin".

I was suddenly hyper-aware of the number of steps it would take to reach the door. Considering the fact that I halved the distance of each step i took, so as to delay the inevitable event of reaching the door, I'd say i has approximately 47 more steps to take before i was touching the bronze coloured handle.

Maybe in those 47 steps there'd be another tannoy saying something along the lines of "ignore the last call, repeat, ignore the last call" or "Emily Brown, go back to class. Emily, back to class, thank you", or even "Emily Brown, hurry the hell up and stop procrastinating, we are waiting to deliver the worst possible news to you ever."

Wishful thinking.

I continued on my extremely slow-paced walk, completely juxtaposing my current speed with that of my heart rate. What if my heart reached such a speed that it just fell out of my chest before i reached the door? That seemed like a hugely desirable option in that very moment.

By the time i had reached a point where there were only 16 steps to go, there was no call and my heart was still in my chest- although seemingly fighting its way out with its rapid pounding. So i figured it was about time to accept my fate and just enter the damned room.

Although i was not too late to turn the other direction and run until i collapsed.

That was only a fantasy however and when i zoned back in to the real world, my 16 steps were up and my sweaty hands were slipping off the handle of Mr. Martin's door. I figured calling him 'Mr. Martin' rather than 'Principle Martin' or even 'principle' was far less threatening.

And thus, i entered Mr. Martins office and briefly closed my eyes to breathe for a little while. Once i opened them, i was greeted by Mr. Martin sitting comfortably behind his humongous desk. He had a smile plastered on his face and it looked genuine- maybe i did win a book competition after all.