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

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12. Chapter 12

 

I couldn't help myself but smiled when she blushed after I said those words. Her cheeks became bright red and she didn't dare to look at me. I turned on the radio like nothing happened but I know that that's not the case. I broke the rules. I broke the law. And just by saying those words I know I will break them again and again and again. There is this part of me that's terrified, scared but the other part is excited. It feels like I'm stealing candy from a shop, like I'm sneaking into a midnight show without paying the ticket. It's just the same. You don't know what will happen, will they catch you or not, will someone be so scared that they chicken out? Will you be punished? All those questions, but no answer. You don't know the end of the book. The only thing you know that the story will be worth it. 

"Can't keep my hands to myself, tutuutuu." I hear a little whisper and when I realize that she was singing along i turn up the volume. She immediatly started singing along a lot louder. At the end of the song I saw a sign of mc donalds and I couldn't hold myself. I drove toward the sign and parked there.

"Good choice, very good." she smiled. After we finished we drove straight to my flat. It only was a couple of minutes before I saw the pink car of my neighbour. I slowed down and parked behind it. I jumped uot of the car and she followed. Just by the expression on her face I knew she was thinking about the first time she was in my flat. 

I opened the door and didn't know how to start. For the first time I felt awkward around her and I didn't know what I had to do. 

"So," I took her jacket and hung it over the coat rack, " I guess I don't have to give you a guided tour?" I smiled while the words escaped from my mouth. She looked up blushing a little.

"Well, last time was a little," she hesitated for a few seconds looking for the right word to describe the situtation the last time she was in my apartment, "messy, so I wouldn't mind one." A little laugh left my mouth while I thought about that morning. 

I started walking toward the kitchen but her words stopped me. "Wait." she kicked out her shoes and ran toward me on her socks. Like the questionmark was burned on my face she started to explain the one thing she didn't had to. "I like to walk on my socks. It makes me feel comfy." I chuckled at her comment and started my tour again. 

"So, as you can see this is the kitchen, but you probably already knew that just like it knows you as the hangover girl." 

"Funny Hemmings, very funny." It was weird when she said my last name when we weren't at school. 

"I know, Mell. I know." I had to use a nickname just like she did. 

"Oh don't be so full of yourself." She pushed against my shoulder for me to stumble a step backwards. 

"Oh no, you just did not." I look at her while a smirk danced on my face. 

"Guess I did, Hemmings." She answer with the same expression spread on her face. I shook my head and grabbed her arms. I spun her around and started tickling her. Loud laughter filled the room and cries for help where hidden in between. Although she begged to stop the tought of actually doing it didn't even cross my mind for a second. My fingers travelled over her stomach not leaving one spot--

"Well hello." My head shot up and my eyes directly pointed to the the tall guy standing at the bottom of our staircase. I immediatly let go of Malia and turned around. I scratched the back of my neck feeling so uncomfortable. Malia cleared her throat and took a step so she stood next to me. 

"Calum, this is Malia." 

"I figured." He said while a huge smile appeared on his face. 

"Hi." she said while probably feeling even more awkward than I do.

"So, are you--" 

"Don't worry, I was leaving and I will be home at the normal hour or I won't come home at all, so you have the house to yourself." After that he took his jacket and left the apartment. 

"One, that was probably the most awkward conversation of my life and two, what is the normal hour?" she said while she let herself fall on the couch. 

"I totaly agree and around 5," I said but I kept on talking just by seeing the look on her face, " in the weekends." I sat down beside her and looked at her.

"You don't have to lie to me, I don't mind." It was like she could read my mind. Like she knew what I meant without actually saying it.

"The only thing that I thought was: 'How in hell can you stand in front of a class when you literally had 2 hours of sleep.' " She laughed while saying those words and automatically I had to laugh, too.

"Well, to be honest I don't know either, but coffee helps. Most of the time." 

"You're crazy."

"I accepted that many years ago so." She started laughing at my comment and just seeing that made me feel so good. I just smiled and admired the way she laughed. Slowly her laugh stopped and she stared in my eyes white a huge smile on her face. My house was so silent before, but I didn't mind. I enjoyed that little moment. 

"So do you want to see a movie?" She nodded so I stood up and walked to the cupboard under the tv. After a few minutes discussing what movie we wanted to see, we chose Taken. I don't really have romantic movies such a the notebook or something. I started the movie and placed myself next to her. I wasn't sure what I should do. Should I put my arm around her or not. I decided not to do it because i didn't know if she wanted it.

A minute later a felt my arm being lifted. She placed it around her while she crawled close to me. She rested her head against my shoulder and a few sparkles fired of in my stomach. I immediatly started smiling but I didn't say anything. She looked up at me and smiled. I looked back but her smile slowly faded as my nose touched hers. We hadn't been this close since we kissed on the parking lot. I saw her eyes move from my eyes to my lips so I came a little closer. Her warm breath embraced my lips as she was breathing out. My lips slowly touched her soft ones but just like it was a game they moved a little bit backwards again. She did the same but this time my lips followed and pressed themself against hers. My hand moved up to her cheek and cupped her face. It was a sweet one. A soft one. A gentle one. A perfect one. 

I pulled away and brushed my nose against hers while my eyes were still closed. I imagined her smiling right now. I opened my eyes again and noticed that we missed the abduction of the movie, kind of the most important part of it.

We watched the rest of the movie without saying anything, but when the movie ended I realized that was because she fell asleep on my chest. I slowly moved away and laid her down on the couch. I stopped the movie and putted the cd back into the cupboard. I walked back to her and picked her up. She was so peaceful, so beautiful. I went upstaires and tried to open my bedroomdoor without making a lot of noice. When I managed to do that I laid her down on my bed. I tugged her in and just stared at her for a moment. I walked to the other side of my bed and took my shorts from under my pillow. I heard a little snor and chuckled. I walked back downstaires and locked the front door. I put out all the lights and laid myself down in the couch.

I closed my eyes and thought about today. I thought about how crazy today was. How your decisions can change your world. If I didn't choose to help George I wouldn't had to go to detention to watch her. Then I wouldn't have talked to her. Then I wouldn't have kissed her. I wouldn't know that the attraction that I felt she felt, too. Then I wouldn't be laying here, as the man who kissed the girl he wanted. 

 

 

 

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