A Fractured Lover (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 2

"You're on."

I was momentarily stunned that he had agreed to the bet. Being in such close proximity to his body sure didn't help with the correct functioning of my brain at the moment either. His eyes, still trained on mine in a victorious manner, were what kept me rooted to the spot. It was also that same arrogant stare that brought me to my senses. 

I tore my gaze away and swiftly moved a safe distance away from this man who seemed to think he held all of the cards at that moment.

I arrived at the door that would lead us out into the hall and determine our fate. Before I turned the knob, I glanced over my shoulder at the cocky SOB and my lips found their way to a smirk.

"Ready to lose?" I asked.

He, much to my dismay, smirked right back at me. He walked over to the door and placed his hand on mine that was holding the door knob, his hot flesh meeting mine and causing a jolt of surprise to shoot through my body before he turned the handle. The door effectively swung open and we were greeted by an empty hall, once again reminding me of how late I was.

"Shall we?" He made a grand hand gesture out the door.

"We shall," I said, playing along as I took the lead and made my way out the door with Mr. McCoy close behind.

"You should tell me your name now. I'll eventually find out, you know," he mused with a chuckle.

I brushed the comment off as we walked down the hall. I was far too busy picturing my sister's face when I brought McCoy to the dinner in a few weeks.

I loved her and all and vice versa, but she had always had the wonderfully horrid quality of trying to one up me. Always trying to appear more intelligent, always talking over my success stories at the dinner table to mention something she had done that day, even if she had to conjure up some story in the attempts of being more interesting than me. This also included boys, of course. She always had guys around her. She would even go as far as flirting with my boyfriends at the time, directly in front of me, simply for the fact that my boyfriend was better looking than hers at the time. Real classy, I know. But when I brought home McCoy here for dinner, she wouldn't know what to do with herself. He was multitudes better looking than anyone she or I had ever dated.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a stifled laugh. I looked over and my steps slightly faltered when I peered directly into two sapphire blue eyes, staring right back at me in amusement.

"What's so funny?" 

"You."

I quirked a questioning eyebrow up at his response.

"You've been quietly laughing to yourself with the most devilish grin I have ever seen a woman wear. You're not envisioning murdering me or something, correct?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Just don't try and embarrass me at my family dinner and you'll never have to find out," I quipped back at him.

"You seem awfully confident that you'll be winning this bet."

"Well, it's pretty obvious that you're not a teacher here. You're far too young." And far too attractive.

"Too attractive? I wasn't aware that there were restrictions on the attractiveness of teachers in this university," he said smugly.

"What? I never said..." Or did I?

Oh crap.

"Did I, per chance, say that last part out loud?" I asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you have the hots for me. It'll be our little secret." Mr. McCoy winked at me and I felt my fingers twitch, yearning to curl up into a fist and send it right into his smug face.