Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 15: Marvin Gaye 

EMMaA’s POV

"Girl, where have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks!"Tiff exclaimed dramatically.

Normally I would call her out for being a drama queen, but she wasn’t completely wrong this time.

Yes, I had been MIA, missing in action, for the past couple of days and I tell my friends where I went.

Not unless I wanted to be interrogated by the FBI.

‘Because yes, I was spending a lot of time with Mr.Hayes —I mean, lan. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Sorry, I’m just a little busy with...my art portfolio,"I said as I closed my lockers shut.

The last period bell hand rang, but my friends had stopped me before I could leave school premises.

"That thing’s not due until the end of the school year.We still have, like eight months,"Carrie argued.

"I know, but I’ve been feeling very inspired lately.I wanna make sure I got a kickass portfolio, I might even use it for my college application,"

This part wasn't a lie.Spending a lot of time with my art teacher had its benefits.

Any free time I had in school, I'd spend it in the art studio working on my...craft.

After school hours, when I wasn’t in swim practice or cheerleading, I'd head over to lan’s apartment and we'd make more...art.

“Okay,"Tiff eyed me cautiously,

"You do seem surprisingly happy.You're not hiding anything from us, are you? ‘Cause the last time we saw you was during the dance ar(d you didn't seem so well—"

"That was in the past," I cut her off quickly.

"After the dance, I did some soul searching and now I’ve completely turned over a new leaf," Tiff and Carrie exchanged a look before studying my face even further, trying to detect if I was lying."Guys, I'm serious.I'm so over Zach already and I just wanna work on myself for now.Believe me,"

I said reassuringly.

"Well, okay, in that case, I know you don’t have swim or cheerleading today.What do you say we head to the mall?"Carrie asked.

"Oh...actually, I can’t.I promised my mom I'd help her run some errands,"

I paused and noted the disappointed faces of my friends, "But we can hang out on the weekend?"

"Alright, it's a date.Don’t bail on us," Tiff and Carrie agreed finally.

"Absolutely.Now I gotta go.My, uh, mom’s waiting.See you guys"

I waved my hands quickly and disappeared out of the door in a flash.

School was over for the day and I couldn't be more excited. lan had invited me over to his place and he was going to make dinner.It still felt surreal to call him by that name.

I found myself blushing every time I said it out loud.I needed to work on that.

I arrived at his door at exactly 7 PM.

I was wearing my yellow summer dress, even though it was definitely fall, but I just wanted to look cute.

He opened the door and greeted me with his gorgeous mega-watt smile, that smile alone could send me into puddles.

He kissed my cheek, ushered me in, and took my coat.

"Hmm, it smells good in here,"It was the first thing I noticed as soon as I got into the living room.

"Hope you like pasta,"he said as he hanged my coat on the rack and proceeded to the kitchen.

My feet followed after him instinctively. "I like evérything you make,"

I replied, "I'm biased like that,"

He chuckled at my response and went to set the food on the table.

The record player was playing smooth jazz and a candle was burning in the middle of the table.

There was also a bottle of wine, and a bottle of grape juice I assumed he got for me.

"Grape juice? How romantic,"I rolled my eyes at him and he ignored me.

He went to pull the chair nearby instead, gesturing for me to sit down.

I complied and took a seat.

He sat across from and started pouring the drinks.

"Trust me, I can handle some wine,"

I said as I lifted my empty glass, waiting for him to pour the wine, but he shook his head and poured grape juice instead.

"I know you can.But, I can’t.I can barely handle you sober,"he grinned and I just gaped at him.

He raised his glass and said, "Cheers,"

Reluctantly, I raised my grape juice and replied, "Cheers,"

We start on dinner and I must admit, lan could make a mean pasta dish.

I was enjoying myself, but I noticed he was being a little different.

He kept looking at me as I was eating, and he was barely touching his food.

"Everything okay?"I asked.

"So, how’s school?"he asked.

We said it at almost the same time.

We stopped for a second and noted the awkwardness, before stifling a laugh.

"Really? You're gonna ask me about school?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged, "School is just school, I mean you know, you were there,"

"That's not what I meant,"he sighed.

"What do you mean? You're being so formal today, I don’t understand what's going on here,"

"I just," he paused for a moment before continuing,"I just wanna have some dinner with you and talk,"

He wasI being a bit too serious and I felt a little uncomfortable.

Biting on my lip, I cocked my head to the side and gave him a playful look.

"Or we can skip dinner and get right to dessert,"

Normally he would smirk or make a funny comeback, but he said nothing this time.His gaze was still deadly serious.I decided to come even bolder, I let my feet graze his leg from under the table seductively.

"Emma,"he scolded, his tone was stern.

"What?"

"Stop it, please,"My leg fell back to the floor and I let out an irritated sigh.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?"I asked him.

"I just want to talk to you, okay? Get to know you a little bit,"he said as he reached for my hand, caressing my skin with his thumb and he made all the frustration in me subside.

"Things have been moving so fast, I think we need it 7 take it slow,"I looked up at him, searching his eyes.

He was being very genuine and gentle, and it took me by surprise.

This was my fourth time in his apartment and I never saw him like this.

He was always playful, flirty, and one might even say rough.

What is this side of him?

"Because I want this to last, Emma.I want us to last,"he said again and I felt my heart just leaped out of my chest.

"Okay, fine," I breathed, "We can talk.What do you wanna know?"

"Uh, I don’t know,"his hand went to rake his lush jet-black hair, "Like, what's your favorite music or something?"

I couldn't help but smile, "You're really bad at small talk, you know that?"

He took a deep breath and sighed.

"I know.I've never done this before,"he admitted slowly.

"Done what? Talk to girls?"I asked in disbelief.

"Getting to know someone,"he replied, pausing for a beat before saying, "I never did the whole relationship thing,"

My eyes widened as I gaped at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I never met anyone I wanted to get to know like this.Until now,"

My lips twitched into a smile instinctively.I couldn't hide it even if I tried.I got up to my feet and his eyes followed my every move.I walked over to him and leaned down, my face stopped a mere inches away from him as I spoke.

"Well, lucky for you, I don’t really like talking,"

He swallowed hard and his gaze turned dark.

"Yeah, you're right.Who needs to talk anyway?"

The next thing I knew, I was pinned against the wall, and his lips were ravaging mine hungrily and passionately.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

Our bodies were pressed up against each other and I could feel his hardening bulge.

I couldn't help but smile.

I liked the effect I had on him.

I could never get tired of kissing his beautiful lips, and I could never get tired of his kisses.

Not breaking off the kiss, I linked my legs around his waist and secured my arms around his neck.

He held onto me tightly as he walked us to his bedroom.

He laid me down gently on the bed and climbed on top of me.

I was lost in the high of his kisses, when a sudden unpleasant thought came over me.

I pushed him back so he laid on the bed and I climbed on top of him.

Straddling him, I brought his chin up to my get high, and make out with girls.

I don’t know, I figured maybe you'd get tired of me soon enough,"

How is this man so adorable? I literally can't anymore.

I had never seen this vulnerable side of him before and it made my heart swell in size.

"You're way too good for me, Emma.I don’t know what I did to deserve you,"he looked kind of in pain when he said it, and it broke my heart a little.

"So that’s why you invited me over dinner and talking? You're afraid you're gonna lose me to an adolescent lifestyle?"

I asked sarcastically and he chuckled.

"Trust me, I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen,"

I said as I cupped his face with my little hands.

We stared at each other for a good minute, just marveling at each other's features.

I knew there was still so much that was left unsaid.

So many We stared at each other for a good minute, just marveling at each other's features.

I knew there was still so much that was left unsaid.

So many things we haven't figured out.

But there was no rush.

I just wanted to enjoy this moment with him.

If I could pause any moment in time and just live there forever, this would be it. We'll figure everything out as we go.

And with that thought, I pulled him in for another kiss.

The kiss of death, I called it.