Passion during lesson

It isn't easy to be eighteen years old. It isn't easy to be included in an age when you're between adult and teen. It isn't easy to be in love with a teacher and the teacher was everything you dreamed about. My life was chaos, but at the same time not. I was what my parents dreamed of, but at the same time I wanted to belong to a teacher. I wanted him, I wanted to love him and I wanted to be loved. It was a dream that didn't fit into a society, as I lived in. It was a dream that turned around and couldn't be stopped.


5. Dreams and fantasies

I chose to go home to Eleanor, when my mom brought home her friends and Harry. I knew that I had just started to cry, if I had noticed that he liked Annie. Instead, I sat with Eleanor and saw an old movie. I tried to drag out on the time and I tried to have a reason to stay with her.
"Sometime you have to go home!" muttering Eleanor tired. The time was past midnight, and I saw that she was tired. I frowned.
"But can't I sleep over?"
She smiled at me.
"No, tomorrow, Louis will come here and I want to be prepared."
I rolled my eyes.
"But you can ask him to come later?"
She laughed.
"Never ever." she quickly developed. "I don't want to miss a second with him and if you had a boyfriend, had you understood?"
Those words hurt. Yes, I hadn't had a boyfriend and that one as  I wanted, now sat with Annie. I swallowed and I stood up angrily.
"Sure!" I mumbled cold. I put on my jacket and I put on my shoes. Damn, I was forced to go home?


The street was dark and it was cool in the air. I heard my own shoes meet the street and the sound echoed through the empty street. Before me, I saw how Harry hung over Annie and I just wanted to get rid of that idea. My heart was broken, although I had no idea what had happened. I was still confident that my mom had succeeded. Everyone was charmed by Harry and Annie was known to take the first guy who showed up. Maybe they fit together? He didn't see her as a student and she was perhaps more mature against me. Damn, I was sad, I was angry and I was annoyed. I slid onto our street and I felt a stone in my chest. I didn't want to go home, but I had nowhere to go.


It was a relief to discover that everyone had gone home. I saw a light in the kitchen and I saw that the TV was on. Perhaps I had come at the right time? I didn't even need to ask my mom what had happened and I wanted to live in uncertainty. I wanted to keep my imagination and what I dreamed about, without pressing in Annie.


I opened the door, took off my shoes and jacket.
My mother's voice from the TV room. I sighed. Damn, she was awake? I slipped into the room and immediately I was stiff all over. Harry sat on the couch, with his arms spread out over the backrest and his got his crooked smile. My mom stood up and I saw at her that she was tired.
"He wants to talk to you." she said and yawned. "I go up to bed and when you're done, lock the door?"


I stood there and I just stared at Harry. I heard Mom left us and in the end we were alone.
"Sit down?"
His voice was wonderful and it felt in my stomach. Still, I wasn't sure. What did he wanted to talk to me about? The sample?
"I have studied?"
He laughed a little bit.
"Well, your mom was careful to talk about it many times during the night. I know!"
I hesitated, but finally I went up to the other couch and I sat down. I didn't want to be close to him. I didn't want to feel the urge to kiss him or be with him. I didn't know what had happened during the night and I was now sure that he would tell me that Annie was with him, or something that silly?
"We have a problem!" he got up. I swallowed and I frowned.
"I have many problems?" I got up. I realized that it sounded cold and I chose to try to drop that uncomfortable feeling. "What problems do you have?"
He laughed a little bit and he leaned forward. I looked straight into his chest, as the top buttons were undone.
"The test!" he said with an amused voice. "We wont have time to do it next week. I can't squeeze in an hour during school hours and I have tried to come up with a solution."
Right? He had no time for me and I understood him. He would be with Annie after school hours, and then it was only she who was for him? Yes, I had a tough imagination and I should have known better.
"So I have a proposal." he continued cheerfully. I nodded a little bit.
I took my eyes off his chest and I looked into his eyes. He looked kindly at me and he still had that craving in his eyes, which I just loved.
"You follow me home and make the sample in my kitchen?"
I almost fainted.
He laughed a little bit.
"I have already asked your mom and she said it was okay. I can offer food if you're hungry? You make the test and I can fix it on the spot?"
I couldn't say no to such a proposal.
I felt that the idea that he wanted to be with Annie disappeared and I felt myself slowly became normal.
"On Monday?"
He nodded happily.
"If you have the time?"
"Yes, I have the time!"
He was happy and he looks at me carefully.
"And you had a nice evening?"
I nodded a little bit. I could have told him that my mom had ruined the evening, but it would be wrong.
"We saw an old movie."
He seemed to already know about my reason to be with Eleanor.
"Yes, and I was stuck here." he replied cheerfully. "I must admit I had got more fun with you against with your mom and her friends."
I was surprised.
He laughed.
"Yes, that Annie was upon me, and she's certainly at least ten years older. She's not even my type."
Okay, now it was I who smiled. Yes I had been right. She wasn't his type!
"Mom got the idea that you were going to fit together." I got up. I wanted to be honest. Harry looked into my eyes and he was amused.
"How could she come up with that idea?"
I shrugged.
"You are singles and maybe she thought you would find each other?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"As I said, she's not my type."
My body shook the and I was weak at the knees.
"So what's your type?"
I wanted an answer, but I wasn't sure that he would tell me. He hesitated a little.
"She shouldn't be older, she'll be younger."
Good Start.
"And I like girls who are themselves." he continued hoarsely. "I like the ones that attract me without knowing it."
Damn, there I fell on the goal line. I didn't attracted him and I was a student. I chose to smile and I lowered my head.
"Well, maybe she's out there somewhere, waiting for you?" and that was the truth. I saw before me a beautiful girl who would got his heart pounding. It was much better that to see him with Annie.
"Maybe?" he muttered hoarsely, and then he stood up quickly. "But now I must go home."
I understood and I followed him out into the hall. He put on his jacket and he smiled at me.
I nodded and I smiled at him.
"Yes, Monday?"
He nodded with satisfaction.
"I'll be waiting for you by my car in the parking lot after school and then we drive home to me."
It tingled in my body, and I nodded. He would wait for me, he would bring me home with him and I would be alone with him. Could it be any better?




On Monday, I stood and chose clothes with care. I wanted to leave an impression on him, and I wished he would really see that I was a mature woman, even though I was only eighteen years old. I eventually chose a dress, which wasn't challenging. It hung down over my body and you could see that I had a nice shape. I put on a thin jacket and I put on my tights. I put a thin layer of makeup on my face and I braided my hair in a thick braid down over my back. Yes, I might not look like a grown up woman, but better than this, it couldn't be. As a closing, I sprayed over me a scent of roses. Guys liked the roses in my imagination and perhaps even Harry could belong to that category of guys.


"Then you're with Harry this afternoon?"
I heard my mom's voice from the kitchen. She wasn't worried and she seemed to understand that it was just an sample.
"Yes!" I got up. "He may serve food, so I eat before I come home."
She stuck her head out into the hall and she noted that I had bothered me this morning.
"Darling?" she got up. I blushed and I understood that she saw a change in my appearance.
"A guy in school!" I lied. Directly she got a smile.
"Oh, I know who he is?"
I shook my head.
"No, he's new."
"What's his name?"
Damn, I swallowed.

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