"Ethan what the hell do you want from me, I can't stand and wait for you to make up your mind" I shouted, the cold stinging my face.
"Then show me what I want" he shrugged putting his hands in his jacket.
"A lot is wrong with this, Skylar." He seemed aggravated. Then slowly he began to stand up lifting me off his lap and onto the desk. I pouted. "But I'm willing to push the wrongs aside," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "For you."
Skylar, a student. Ethan, a teacher.