My answer came on Monday. I had royally fucked up. Frank was avoiding me, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He sat far away from his favorite seat in the front (which was then occupied by a scowling girl with too much eyeliner) and he started almost running out of the room every day. I got the point. He needed space. I could give him space. Well, a little space. I still walked by him every day in hopes he’d forgiven me.

The space giving was pretty hard on me. I felt horrible, because I knew it was my fault. I really hadn’t meant to scare him; he had just made himself way too attractive for his own good. I was only 21. Take a sexy little thing like him and plop him on my lap and of course I’m going to want to fuck him. It’s human nature. And he wasn’t even giving me the chance to explain that.

With every day that he avoided me I became a little more depressed. I started just not caring. It was so irrational, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like I had encountered a miracle when that little guy walked into my life, and then I chased him away. Who wouldn’t start hating themselves? Half the kids didn’t even work and I did nothing to make them. That punk Jeremy got bolder and I just ignored him. Some people would call that being the bigger person. I call it not giving a flying fuck. I was as sick as he said. Why fight it?

I was super surprised on Friday when I heard a small, “Hey,” behind me. I looked up to see Frank standing there, looking really awkward.

“Oh, hey Frank,” I wasn’t very enthusiastic with my response. He was probably just there to remind me what a scumbag I was. I planned to take it with dignity.

But instead of the rant I was expecting he kissed me. Short, sweet, and wonderful, “I’m sorry.”

I had no idea what he could possibly be sorry for. I was the one who should have been apologizing. I found myself smiling anyway, though, “For what?”

“For avoiding you…That was stupid and immature. I was just kind of scared, you know?” That kid…He was ridiculous. He had every right to avoid me. I completely got what he was saying about being scared.

“I do. I put you in an uncomfortable situation. And while I may have just been saying what was on my mind, it wasn’t the time or place to ask you for that.” I said, nodding.

“Yeah. Kind of,” Kind of? I was pretty sure he was in denial at that point, “I mean, I’ve had one night stand deals before, but I…Was kind of hoping for more than that with you,”

Him? In a one night stand? Okay, I could see that. I couldn’t picture who in this crap town it could have been with, but…He just said he wanted a relationship with me. Basically. That’s what “more than that” means. But lucky me, my mind was still on that one track.

“I mean, age wise I can do whatever I want with you. You’re eighteen, right?”

“Uh, not until October, no…”

“Fuck,” I whispered. So I could go to jail sometime in the next month. Whatever, it’s just one month. No need to alarm him, “Well, okay, but we’re only four years apart. With your consent I couldn’t really go to jail. But get caught by another staff member with a student in a sexual position and I could get fired.”

He thought for a moment, then kissed me again. When he pulled away he was giggling, “You need to shave. But what you’re saying is we can do that unless someone walks in?”

I hadn’t even realized I had stopped. I was more fucked up than I realized, “That’s the gist of it. But what’s wrong with my whiskers?” I joked and pulled him back in for another kiss. The problem was he didn’t stop laughing, and then I started laughing. It was like a cheesy movie scene. Especially when he bent over my desk and I curled up because my stomach was starting to hurt.

We did stop eventually, and then we got into a good kiss. The kind where we were pressed against each other. I had to stop him from gripping my hair again. I didn’t want a repeat of the last time. Then I snuck my tongue past his lips and reveled in how he tasted. Actually, it was kind of gross. He tasted like cigarettes and coffee, which is only a good combination if you’re the one creating it. Then I realized that I probably tasted the same way, so I ignored it.

When it was over I stared at him in a half lusty haze. His face morphed into one of slight fear. I could almost hear what he was thinking. I smiled at him softly, “Don’t be scared. I won’t ask you for sex again. I want you to tell me when you’re ready. I mean, that was really only our third kiss.”

He got his inner conflict face on. Then he almost whispered, “What if I’m ready now?”

I blinked. I really couldn’t believe what I just heard. My dick could, though, because it was already starting the process of getting hard. I couldn’t have sex in my classroom, though. Someone was bound to find out, “Not here. That would be too risky.” I wrote my address on a piece of scrap paper and shoved it at him, “That’s my address. Come if you want. Don’t if you don’t. I won’t force you either way.”

I had to get him off my lap then. Otherwise he’d realize just what kind of problem he was causing. I pushed him off gently and started gathering stuff to go home. He clearly misunderstood my actions and left. Hopefully I’d be seeing him later. I finished gathering my shit and drove home. Once in the door I was greeted by a voice.

“Hey, bro, what took you so long? I thought you got to leave at three thirty on Fridays?” Fuck I forgot Mikey was coming over.

Notes

Haha, little plot twist there! Enter Moikay! Enjoy his presence!