My Drama Teacher

A new state.
A new school.
New teacher.
Mr.Tomlinson is possibly the worst yet best things that happened to twenty year old Brielle. His sea foam eyes, perfectly tanned skin and chocolate hair. Is Brielle falling for her teacher who is only three years older than her?

Find out in My Drama Teacher.


12. I can't ask of that *unedited*


   The day dragged on endlessly and each time I saw Louis, my lip quivered and tears clouded my eyes. I knew this was for the best, and this is what was right but doing what was right has never been so hard. The day eventually ended and I was quickly to my house in little to no time. I closed the door loudly, leaning against it and sliding down. A sob left my lips, my hand covering my mouth as tears fell from my eyes. We weren't together for long but the feelings I had for him were more real then I've ever imagined.

   I sat for at least ten minutes, the tear supply infinite. My nose was stuffed and my eyes were cold. I heard a door slam outside and I slowly leaned to my right to look out the narrow, tall window beside me door. My eyes widened as I saw Louis approaching my door. Why? He really wanted to get fired, because he made no effort to hide it was him. I soon felt the door vibrate as he hit his knuckles against the door.

   "Brielle, open up! I saw you looking at me!" Louis spoke aggravated as a sob escaped my lips. Louis had obviously heard, looking through the glass beside the door.

   "Brielle...please. We need to talk." He asked, his voice drained. I took in a shaky breath, slowly standing on my wobbly legs as I unlocked the door. Louis heard the sound, slowly twisting the handle before pushing the door open. He looked at me, his eyes glossy as my lip quivered.

   "There's nothing to talk about. I was in over my head and I had my head to high in the clouds to realize what we were doing is wrong." I explained, refusing to look into his eyes which I had already grown a liking for.

    "Brielle, I know it isn't right but I can't help the way I feel about you! If I have to, I'll quit! I just want to be with you!" He hurried to respond as I shook my head, wiping away a tear.

   "No. I don't want you to give up something you like just for me." I rejected with another slip of tears.

   "Honestly, teaching is fun and all but students at that school are ruthless!'re the only one I care about!" He said, gently cupping my cheek, pushing my head gently to look into his eyes.

   "I can't ask you do that..."

   "You're not asking, I'm insisting." He smiled as I sighed. I took a few minutes, just standing and looking at him. I admit it would be much easier. Time passed and I was still silent, admiring everything. The way his chestnut colored hair was always perfectly raised into quiff, the pigment of his eyes, and the smirk his rosy lips would always turn into.

   "Are you sure?"

   "I can find another job. I just want to be with you!" He assured me.

   "What if you cant?"

   "I will." He argued with a chuckle as I let out my shaky breath.

   "Okay." I smiled.

   "Okay." He responded whilst pulling me into a long, warm hug.







Shit I know its short but hey at least i updated!!! #TeamLouelle




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