The English Teacher

Two different people from two different worlds. Sounds cliche, right? But it's true.

First there's Charlotte Dent. The normal kid in school who get's pretty good grades. She's a senior this year but hasn't exactly been in a "real" relationship.

And then there's Ashton Keiler. He was a player in high school which makes sense due to his good looks and hilarious personality. He ended up being an English teacher at Oak Grove High School.

When their paths meet, sparks fly. But can they keep the relationship a secret long enough for Charlotte to graduate?


6. Ashton

“A man does what he must - in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures - and that is the basis of all human morality.”



-Winston Churchill





All I was thinking about was Charlotte. That may sound like some scary pedophile who jerks off to photos of younger girls, but trust me I am not. There’s just something about her that I couldn’t get out of my mind. So that led me to stealing glances at her in class, and also asking her up to see me this fine Thursday. Oh who am I kidding, it is probably the coldest day of November. It helps that I have no heat to warm my, may I mention, crappy apartment.


            As Charlottes class was ending I asked her to stay after so I could talk to her, and that wasn’t a complete lie. I wanted to talk to her and hear her soothing voice that I couldn’t get out of my head. It was kind of annoying yet comforting, because I knew that every day I had something to look forward to everyday.


            The first words I hear her say when it was just her and I in the classroom had to be one of the most unusual things. You don’t just hear people saying “F*ck my life” with a blush on their faces. Then again she was furiously blushing which would explain what she said a little bit.


            Eventually she asked why she had been called to stay behind after class, and I told her the truth, “I just wanted to talk to you I guess. Truthfully, I like talking to you. You are cute and easy to talk to.”


                However, what shocked me a bit was her stepping up and kissing me. I was not going to let her feel like she was kissing a wall because quite frankly I have been wanting to feel her lips on mine since the first day I met her.


                After a little bit we pulled away to catch our breaths, and I stood there shocked as she ran out of the classroom. I was in shock until the warning bell rang taking me out of my shocked state. Boy, has this been an interesting first week so far.





            The end of the day couldn’t have arrived sooner. I was ready to go home, curl up on the couch and watch some crappy movie that’s on.


            All I’ve been thinking about was the kiss. Thankfully, I had decided this morning to assigned all my classes a different writing essay, Nevertheless, that gave me time to think about Charlottes lips on mine, and how perfect it felt.


            I think I’m love struck, and quite frankly that’s a bad thing. I would love to have her be mine but she’s my student. There’s that but that had to ruin it all. One thing I wish was that I wasn’t her teacher so I could possibly date her, but then again I may never met her if I didn’t get this job.


            So, I’m kind of thinking that this job was actually helpful. Though it makes my, hopefully, relationship with her hard because we can’t just be open with the relationship that we have. Everything with us would have to happen behind closed doors.


            As I enter the apartment complex and make my way to the stairs, I just feel like collapsing. It doesn’t help that I have four flights of stairs to climb to get to my floor, and then walk all the way to the end of the hall to my room. I would use the elevator if they didn’t play that damn annoying elevator music. It’s all like soothing with the doo doo dee doo doo’s. You will not catch me going in an elevator if there are stairs in the building.


            Once I step inside my apartment, I am first engulfed in freezing cold air, and then hear voices coming from my living room. I was scared because I didn’t remember anyone coming over, and only a very few people know where I hide the key to get into my apartment.


            Realization dawns on me when I hear my older brother’s voice followed by a laugh. Great, Max is here.


            As I enter my living room, I wasn’t exactly happy with the site I saw. Two guys kissing isn’t really a site a guy wants to come home and witness happening.


            “What are you doing here Maxie; you almost scared me half to death. I thought someone had broken in.” The two boys who were probably about to go deep into each other, if you know what I mean, released themselves from the kiss. For sure, It just had to be my brother and his boyfriend Cody making out on the couch.


            “Awww babe, you never told me your real name was Maxie.” Cody pouted as Max blushed then turned and scowled at me.


            “I told you not to call me that anymore. You make me feel like I’m younger than you, and I don’t like it.” Max was now acting like a child. It feels like I’m babysitting two adult babies, that isn’t really a good thing.


            “You are just jealous that you can’t call me any cute kid name because my name is Ashton and you can’t make really any cute kid names out of it. And again, why are you here?” He was not being a very good boy today.


            “Whatever, I’m here today because I wanted to visit my little brother. Is that too much to ask?”  Well, it would help if you called first dip sh*t.


            “It’s fine, I’m going to go and change and then I have some papers to grade.” They both smirked at that and I turned around flicking them both off as I walked to my bedroom.


            When I walk back into the living room, they are at it again. Gosh can they not keep their hands to themselves. That is one of the first things you’re taught as a kid, to keep your hands to yourselves, but I don’t think that either one of them were listening when they were told that.


            I emptied out my bag, and started grading papers. As I moved onto another paper, I found a little piece of paper. Me being me had to read it, and I myself was somewhat stunned at what someone had said to Charlotte I think.


            The note read, "As if you are not fu*cking him. He’s been giving you looks all hour and you have been doing the same. You are so crushing on him and I think he’s doing the same.” I don’t know why I was thinking it was to Charlotte, but I just had a feeling it was. For sure, my brother just had to stop sucking face at the moment I read the note because he grabbed it out of my hands and read it aloud.


            “Wow Ash either you have some students in-love or this was someone talking about what they keep seeing you do. Do you have a girlfriend?” Have I mentioned how much I hate my brother?


            “I do not have a girlfriend, but I do have someone I like very much but there’s just one problem.” I looked down to the ground as I start to blush slightly at the thought of Charlotte. Okay, I seriously do not know why I am acting like a love struck fool. I’m a sexy mother f*cker who should make everyone drool and me to notice. But I think Charlotte changed me somehow.


            “What do you mean by problem?”


            “She’s my student.” I rushed out still blushing and facing the ground.


            “Ash, you will figure this out trust me. You are always the one to figure things out for the better being of not just you but the others as well.”


            “Thanks. Now, do you two want dinner? It’s already 8 and I’m starving.” They both nodded their heads and I grabbed my phone and called for Pizza.


            My mind was thinking about Charlotte all night, but still I was able to joke around with Cody and Max. I eventually was able to go to bed as Cody and Max slept on the pull out couch in the living room.


            This could sound creepy, but I fell asleep thinking about Charlotte and the kiss; and how I want to do it again. Many times actually. I wouldn’t even mind if it was my whole  rest of my life.


            There was only one thing blocking this though.


            It was something that was a roadblock to having any sort of relationship with her.


            I’m her teacher, and she’s my student.

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