Chemistry In Chemicals

'Why are you stiill here, Ami?"

Ami.

He had called my name. My freaking nickname.

It sounded nothing like mine anymore.

"Why are you here, alone, in this classroom?"

"There -s-s-s practice-e-e...", I looked around. Why was I here? Oh, detention? Maya's homework? My sister's extra class? Why had I been here?

"Football?", he hummed.

He knew I played.

Of course, he knew everything.

But with this man, everything out of the blue felt impossible. Not even my daily schedules made sense.

His long arms cupped my skirt from behind. and pulled me closer. our waists collided and almost immediately I denied any reason not to have this.

My breath was on his body, his entire presence wrecking my existence.

This man didn't know what he did to me. He, for sure, knew nothing about my feelings.

Everytime he came closer, everytime he winked at anybody else in the class.

My arms traced his biceps and rested on his chest for support.

We were close, but oh no...this wasn't even the first time, was it?

Because I had been dreaming about this.

Like a fool.

"Tell me Ami...did you complete your project?"

If I could just have one moment with those lips, then maybe, we both could teach other what it meant to kiss.

Oh oh...Ami focus.

"Yessi-r-r", I gasped and almost squealed when he pushed me towards a direction...well, pushed us in a direction.

"Sir-"

"Adam....that's my name"

A shiver ran through my spine.

The broken window was clattering under the bad weather, breaking every other sound. It was pouring outside and fuck, I had no umbrella.

Or maybe I pretended not to have so I could ogle over this man for a while? I don't know why.

After six months of him messing around with my head.

"Football in the rain...hmm", his face bent to reach the same head level as mine.

My eyes slipped to his features up close.

The perfect shade of everything.

Adam Silver.

My chemistry teacher.

And I was obsessed with him