Teach Me

Chapter 2

The rest of the lesson passes relatively quickly which I'm thankful for, at 3 o'clock on the dot the annoying jingle of the bell echoes throughout the building and the students practically run from the room which makes me smirk. I look around the room and shake my head, it's a total mess. Stools are everywhere, paint and water containers litter the tables, and sketchpads are thrown messily into the middle of the table. Best get tidying. I slip off my grey cardigan leaving me in just my fitted grey pencil skirt and pale pink sleeveless blouse and begin walking around the room grabbing water containers as I go, I throw them all into the sink and put all of the paint trays into the second sink along with the brushes to let them soak while I continue tidying. My next task is grabbing all of the sketchpads and placing them into the year 11's drawer then afterwards I put the paint containers back into the stockroom and hear a knock on the classroom door.'Come in' I call walking back into the classroom and in strides that same gorgeous man. 'Hi... I just thought I'd come and see how your first day's been' he explains smiling, 'oh. Well it's certainly been interesting but I can honestly say I have never been so exhausted. I can't wait to get home and put my feet up' I answer placing the stools on top of the tables. 'Yeah the lower years are awesome it's the higher years that are pains... I don't actually think we've been introduced... I'm Tristan Logan' he shakes my hand 'Isabelle Riviera' I can't help my blush. Why does he have this effect on me?'Would you like a hand?' he motions towards the stools 'um, yeah, that would be great thank you' so the two of us work together to put all the stools on the tables and get all of the paint trays and water pots clean and put away and as we work we chat the whole time. Fifteen minutes later we've finished and everything is put away and the classroom is once again beautifully neat and tidy. 'So what are you doing tonight?' Tristan asks smoothly as I slide on my long black coat, 'not much, probably just have an early night or something' 'sounds fun. Or, a more entertaining suggestion, you could always go out for a drink with me' Tristan suggests holding the classroom door open for me. 'I can't it's a school night' I mention to which he chuckles 'you make it sound like we're kids... anyway one won't hurt, it's not like we're gonna pull an all-nighter' 'well I suppose one won't hurt' I smile before following him down the corridor and out of the school building.After a short car ride, in Tristan's amazing BMW Z4, we pull into the carpark of a pub that I don't recognise. All around us are trees which surrounds the pub making it almost invisible from the road, 'where are we?' I ask trying to keep the feeling of unease at bay 'The whip and paddle inn' Tristan mentions before climbing out of the car, I gaze up and stare at the picture of a curled up whip and leather paddle on the side of the pub and I suddenly feel right at home.Tristan and I enter the pub, everything is very dark and sultry, all deep reds with gold accents and black leather chairs. 'What is this place, it looks like some kind of BDSM pub' I ask Tristan as he makes his way to the bar, he turns to face me and flashes a wicked smile, there is a glint in his eye as he whispers 'it is' I can't contain my shock. Who takes someone they've just met to a place like this? 'What would you like to drink?' the bartender asks me, 'um vodka and coke please' I answer, it's only now that I notice that Tristan is watching me. 'What?' I mouth 'why aren't you running out of here?' he asks bemused, 'do you want me to?' I can't keep the hurt out of my voice. 'No, I didn't mean that, every other person I've brought here has taken one step inside then either slapped me and walked out or just ran for the hills' Tristan explains sipping his beer.'I'm shocked but it doesn't really bother me that much' I answer shrugging my shoulders as the bartender hands me my drink. Tristan shakes his head then gently takes my elbow and leads me towards a booth beside the window; the leather of the seat is cold against my legs but otherwise extremely comfortable. I sip my drink as I take in my surroundings.