My English Teacher

I storm into the class a little out of breath.

"I'm sorry I'm late but I--" I stop. Everything stops. Except my heart. It keeps beating faster and faster but at the same time it sinks. From the look in his eyes I can see he feels the same way. He coughs trying to get back to reality, the one thing I didn't want to happen.

"Well miss uhm Green, I'm Mr Hemmings and.." Please don't let this be true. Please don't say it.

"I'll be your English teacher for this year."

/// A Luke Hemmings fanfiction


11. Chapter 11


There is this little woman that shows herself when I'm with him. A woman who is confident, who says things I would never say. Someone who does things I would never be able to do because I'm too scared. But when I'm with him, I feel like I can. I feel like I can be the confident, sexy girl and maybe I like that.


"You know..." I said looking at him while he jumped in the car.

"What?" He smiled.

"I actually felt like I was a secret agent from Mission Impossible," I chuckled staring in his eyes, "and I loved it." 

"Maybe we should do it again." I broke eye contact and looked outside thinking about what happened in the building right in front of me.

"What should we do again?"

"The part you liked the most." He started the motor and drove away while letting the words flow out of his mouth.  I could feel the smirk forming on his face and I didn't dare to look at him, because I knew my cheeks were bright red by now. And like he could read my mind he whispered the one thing I didn't dare to do.

"Look at me." He stopped in front of a red light. Although it wasn't that late, the street was empty. It was like all the people in our village had just decided to move to another city and we were the only ones who stayed. We were all alone. I closed my eyes and slowly turned around. The only thing that was present was the sound of him breathing and it was somehow relaxing, but I still didn't dare to open my eyes. Like he heard my thoughts he whispered again. "Open your eyes." I didn't listen,because I still didn't want to. The sound became louder, I knew he was coming closer. Suddenly I felt a sweet little lightning touching me. Sparkles moved from my nose to my cheek. His hand slowly moved from my lips to my ear, tugging away one of my wavy curls. My senses were more active than ever. I heard every breath he took. I smelled his fruity cologne. I felt every move he made. I felt every little touch he made with my body and everytime he did he let a train filled with sparkles ride through my body. The train started when his rough fingers stroke my cheek, tracing every line. He drove further to my nose when his nose brushed mine so gently. Then he abruptly drove straight into my hair when I felt his hand sliding in my hair. Then he reached his terminal. Firework started to go off when he hovered his lips over mine. I could feel his breath warming my lips. "Don't open your eyes." With every word he whispered he touched my lips. He stroke them with his, leaving marks who crave for more. Again his thoughts could read mine and I felt a soft pressing feeling on my lips. My hands moved up and touched his chest. They moved up to the back of his neck, slowly following the plans to their destiny. While my hands moved up, his travelled down. While our hands moved to seperate ways, our lips found eachother. He gently asked for my permission and without thinking my mouth answered. My hands messed up his beautiful dirty blond hair, but right at that moment I didn't care and he didn't either. I was so caught up in the moment. I felt real passion. We kissed in that classroom but that were just two people craving for something, this was different. This was just us.

Suddenly he slowly pushed away and with that I opened my eyes. 

"I'll drive you home." He whispered confusing me with just one scentence. I didn't want to go home. I just wanted to spend some time with him. Get to know him. 

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked with an uncomfortable feeling inside my stomage. A smirk formed on his face and he shook his head starting the car again.

"You were just perfect," He said while staring at the light that turned red again and luckely not at my cheeks who had the same color, " but I don't want you to get in trouble." 

"How sweet as that may sound we have one problem." I said putting on my seatbelt and grabbing my phone.

"And that is?" He turned his head toward me.

"My parents aren't home." I looked at my screen and clicked on Roses name in my conversationlist. I started to type a messege when his words let me dream a couple scenarios.

"So what are you insinuating?" I looked down at my phone and smiled, knowing that he was hiding one. I started to type that something changed my plans and that I wouldn't be home. 

"I don't know." I eventually said. 

"Oh you don't know?" A chuckle escaped his lips. A vibrating feeling ran through my hands and Roses name popped up on my screen.

Do I want the know who changed your plans?  Not a second later my phone shook again.

Of course I want to know! 

Because I'm me

And you are you

And some other guy changed your plans

And I want to know who

Although I already know who

Because you can't keep your eyes of of him

Nor your mind 

So don't tell me

Because otherwise you'll have to kill me 

I replied that I would explain later but that I think that her guess wouldn't be that wrong. I looked up again and saw that we crossed the intersection to my house.

"Uhm, you just missed the turn that leads to my house." I pointed my finger to where the turn was 15 seconds ago.

"I know." 


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