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I went to the auditorium the next day, not knowing what to expect. Nothing earth shattering happened, Mr. Tomlinson and I made some eye contact, sharing a smirk or two. I couldn’t get enough of his eyes. And it was the best feeling in the world knowing that they were always focused on me.
I didn’t quite understand why he had such interest in me, actually. I mean, I’m average. Medium height, long brown hair, dull eyes. Nothing about me really stood out. Plus the fact that I’m a high schooler, an immature one, I might add, didn’t really make sense as to why he liked me.
“Alright! A minute to the bell, pack up your things!” Mr. Andrews said happily.
I shoved my folder into my bag and stood up, walking in the direction of the door.
“We need to talk.” Mr. Tomlinson said from behind me, softly, so that no one else could hear. His tone was urgent, but the smirk he had the entire class period remained on his face.
“Then let’s talk.” I smiled coyly.
“I can’t right now,” He said, looking at my lips and licking his own. “Later? 5th period?”
“I have class!”
“You can’t excuse yourself to the bathroom for just a few minutes?” He smiled.
“What do you need to talk about so badly?” I raised my eyebrows.
He tried to suppress his smile, but failed. “Okay, maybe I don’t want to talk..”
I glanced down and giggled. The bell rang and everyone around us, who seemed to have disappeared before, rushed around us, trying to get out the door.
“You should get to class.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Says the guy who wants me to ditch fifth hour!”
“Not ditch, just, excuse yourself.” He beamed. “5 minutes, please.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I’ll see what I can do.” I went to turn away to go out the door, I was probably going to be late, but he took my hand, ever so gently, and gave it a tight squeeze. I looked into his eyes and I could tell that was his way of saying goodbye. His way of saying, if I could kiss you, I would.
But he can’t.
I sat in English, 5th hour, fiddling with my thumbs. I had to get out of here.
“What’s wrong?” Claire whispered to me.
“Wh- nothing.” I mumbled.
“You’re acting really weird.” She laughed.
“You’re like so edgy, what’s going on?”
“Girls, shush.” Mrs. Peterson said sternly.
“Sorry.” I said, then lowered my voice. “I’m fine.”
“Actually, you’ve been acting weird, like, all week.” She raised her eyebrows.
“It’s a long story..” I trailed off.
“I knew you’d been keeping something from me.” She smirked. “Who is it?”
“Girls.” Mrs. Peterson glared.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” I asked.
She scribbled on a sheet of paper and handed me a pass. I jumped out of my seat and practically ran out the door. I walked down the hall, not knowing where to go. He hadn’t said where to meet him! I walked to my locker before a hand was thrown over my mouth and someone from behind me dragged me into the storage closet and locked the door. I was spun around to be inches away from Mr. Tomlinson.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I said.
“Shhhh.” He put his finger over my lips. “We don’t want to get caught.”
Before I could say anything, I threw my arms around his neck and our lips crashed onto one another’s, working in unison. We were in a cramped closet, forcing our bodies to be pressed against each others. His tongue exploring inside of my mouth, letting out a soft moan. His hands traveled down past my bum to the back of my thighs, his touch flowing through me like electricity. I lifted my leg, wrapping it around his waist. His grip around my thigh became tighter, lifting my other leg up and then bringing his hands up, supporting my body around my waist. Our lips broke contact and his mouth moved down from my lips, to my jawline, to my neck.
“This is wrong..” He murmured softly into my skin. “But so right.”
I pulled him closer to me before I realized the time.
“I have to get back to class.” I sighed, breathing in the fresh scent of his skin.
He brought his lips back to mine, gently putting my feet back on the ground. His kiss was soft and sweet.
“I don’t know much longer I can do this.” I whispered, breaking the kiss.
“Do what?” He pressed his lips to mine again.
“Sneak around at school like this..” I trailed off, pulling away.
“We don’t have to sneak around at school.” He said, looking me in the eyes. “Come over to my place.”
“Yeah.” He smiled, giving me a quick kiss again. “We wouldn’t have to sneak around over there.”
I couldn’t deny the fact that I was so attracted to him, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go to his house.. I mean, he was my teacher. But once again, my mind was screaming at me not to do it and I did quite the opposite.
“alright.” I smirked.
“Meet me at the auditorium at the end of the day.” He breathed, giving me another kiss.
“Okay.” I smiled into his lips. I stepped back, putting my hand on the door and turning away from him.
“Yeah?” I glanced at him.
“You can call me Louis.” He smiled softly.
I gave him one last smile before sneaking out the door, practically running down the hall. How long had it been? I walked into class silently, avoiding looking at anybody. I snuck into my seat in the back of the classroom next to Claire.
“Okay, no you have to tell me what’s up.” She said, raising her eyebrows.
“What?” I mumbled out of breath.
“Well, to start off,” She smirked. “You have a really dark hickey on your neck.”