Take My Hand
Creeeeeeeper, and Also Unexpected Feelings
Laila's POV
The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully, but I was still dreading the thought of spending 2 hours of my afternoon with a teacher I already couldn't stand. Sometime in the middle of 4th period I mentally went back to that morning in art, remembering the feel of his hot breath on my neck, forcing a sigh so I wouldn't be tempted to breathe in his smell, one of coffee and cigarettes. He really did smell good, I thought to myself. When I whipped my head around to look at him I caught a good long stare at hazel eyes, and I had to admit they were gorgeous, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way about a teacher as annoying as him. When the bell rang I slowly packed up my things and headed back to the art room, trying to make the walk as long as possible. When I got there he was waiting at his desk and told me to pick a seat anywhere, so I chose the one as far away from him as I could get, making a point about how annoying I thought he was.
The detention dragged on forever, even though it was only 2 hours. When there was about ten minutes left and I thought I couldn't stand him in the room with me any longer, I all the sudden felt his presence behind me. I slowly turned to face him, and found myself face to face with the crotch of his jeans, which were noticeably tighter since this morning. "What?," I asked huffily, hoping he wasn't just creeping on me.
"Stand up." I slowly did as he said.
"OK, now what?" Before I knew what was going on he had my pinned against the wall and his face was a mere inch from mine. Yet again I could smell the sweet aroma of coffee and cigarettes, and yet again I found myself staring into his beautiful hazel eyes. At first I wondered what the hell he was doing, and then I thought I knew. He was probably some kind of pedophile who only became a teacher to prey on senior girls but nobody knew it yet.
The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully, but I was still dreading the thought of spending 2 hours of my afternoon with a teacher I already couldn't stand. Sometime in the middle of 4th period I mentally went back to that morning in art, remembering the feel of his hot breath on my neck, forcing a sigh so I wouldn't be tempted to breathe in his smell, one of coffee and cigarettes. He really did smell good, I thought to myself. When I whipped my head around to look at him I caught a good long stare at hazel eyes, and I had to admit they were gorgeous, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way about a teacher as annoying as him. When the bell rang I slowly packed up my things and headed back to the art room, trying to make the walk as long as possible. When I got there he was waiting at his desk and told me to pick a seat anywhere, so I chose the one as far away from him as I could get, making a point about how annoying I thought he was.
The detention dragged on forever, even though it was only 2 hours. When there was about ten minutes left and I thought I couldn't stand him in the room with me any longer, I all the sudden felt his presence behind me. I slowly turned to face him, and found myself face to face with the crotch of his jeans, which were noticeably tighter since this morning. "What?," I asked huffily, hoping he wasn't just creeping on me.
"Stand up." I slowly did as he said.
"OK, now what?" Before I knew what was going on he had my pinned against the wall and his face was a mere inch from mine. Yet again I could smell the sweet aroma of coffee and cigarettes, and yet again I found myself staring into his beautiful hazel eyes. At first I wondered what the hell he was doing, and then I thought I knew. He was probably some kind of pedophile who only became a teacher to prey on senior girls but nobody knew it yet.
Oooooo update I like it and she has my name!
5/21/15