Behind Classroom Doors

II

II

At lunch, I sit with Dean, Jenny, Jake, Becca, and Luke. All of my friends at one table makes everything even better.

I stopped worrying about what Mr. Morgan saw and just went along with the day. I laugh at Jenny who looks like a model now that she's decided to show up to school. She flips her blonde hair and kisses her boyfriends cheek who in return kisses her lips. She won't look like a model for long if he continues to smudge her lipstick. Although knowing her, it's Matte and costly.

Jenny’s Bio: Going to be a high up fashion designer one day. Either that or a supermodel. No doubt about it. She could make a curtain look elegant.

We sit outside at the picnic tables while we eat lunch. Dean pulls me so that I am sitting on his lap. He plays with my long hair as he eats a sandwich.

"Hey!" I yell at Dean who had just stolen my chip and now puts it in his mouth with an evil grin.

He laughs, but I shake my head. "You'll pay for that," I tell him. He doesn't take me seriously because he knows I’m all talk.

"Can't wait." He responds by raising his eyebrows. I grab his face in my hands and kiss him.

"Aww, you two are so cute!" Jenny says from across the table.

"We're cute," Jake tells her, she turns to him wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yes, we are baby." She assures him.

"So what do you think about the new teacher? What was his name? Mr. Morgan?" Becca asks.

I nod. "Yup," I say, reassuring her of his name.

"I think he's hot," Jenny says, and the whole table except for Jake and Jenny go wide-eyed.

Jake shrugs." We've established a 'thing.'" he says, putting air quotes around the word 'thing.' "We can look at the menu, but we can't order. It's perfectly fine." He explains. Their ‘thing’ is incredibly awkward, but we nod along anyways.

Dean turns my head to face him; I give him a confused look. "Don't worry you're the only thing on my menu," I promise, causing him to smile before reaching up to kiss my forehead.

"And besides," Jenny adds, "He's a teacher, nothing's going to come of thinking he's hot." I keep this to myself, but she has a point.

"I think he's an ass," Dean tells the group.

"Why?" Luke asks.

"Because he targeted us on the first day. All we were doing was holding hands."

"And we were late to class," I add.

"Yeah by two seconds," Dean argues.

I nod. "True."

"Huh, that sucks. Good luck with that." Becca says popping a grape in her mouth.

The bell rings, and everybody strolls out. When we get to my locker, Dean kisses me. His hand goes down my shoulder, and then it comes in contact with my lower back. I've never been big on public displays of affection, but I don't want to stop him.

Dean pulls away, making me open my eyes in confusion. Mr. Morgan is standing right behind Dean who had now turned to face our teacher. "I don't tolerate PDA in my halls either." Mr. Morgan states in a cold voice, his face blank of any expression. I had forgotten that my locker was right across from his classroom. I groan as I hit my head against the locker. Dean sighs heavily almost angrily before turning to me.

"I'll see you after class." He tells me then kisses my cheek before walking away. I internally scream at him for leaving me with Mr. Morgan and his blank face.

"Sorry, sir," I say to which he nods.

"Next time it's detention." So with that he turns around and walks back to his classroom, leaving me with my mouth wide open.

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"God, he pisses me off! It's our first damn day, can't he cut us a break? It took all I had to keep my cool Livia." We are on our way to his place now that school is over.

"I know, just don't let him bother you." I try, but he’s too worked up.

"I mean who does he think he is? Has he never had a girlfriend in his life?" Dean rants. Thankfully, by the time we get to his house he's calm, and we get out of the car. He only lives with his dad, who works a lot of overtime. He is a high up there businessman, so it’s rare if we ever see him.

I automatically make my way to Dean's bedroom and set my bag down on the ground. "So what do you want to start with?" I ask opening my bag up to take out my folder. It may have been the first day but taking AP classes pretty much always guarantees homework.

Walking up to me he grabs the folder out of my hand and throws it on the floor. I look up at him in confusion to find his eyes are hooded as he looks down at me. "You." He answers my previous question before leaning down and kissing me. I allow myself to fall back on the bed as he goes smoothly on top of me. He sticks his tongue in my mouth, and I shift, feeling the pressure of his weight on me. Dean lifts my shirt; I feel his big, warm hand cup my breast through my bra.

Dean groans softly and pulls away. I almost yell at him from the loss of contact, he grins at me. His hands begin to travel down my stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake. When his fingers reach my pants button, I stop him. "You know I'm not ready for that," I whisper causing him to grunt in annoyance. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay, had to try." He responds playfully. I shake my head but grab his shirt to pull him down towards me. His lips crash down on me again, and I lean into it. I can’t get enough of his kisses.

"I know you've been waiting for a long time...I just...I wanna wait until graduation." His bright blue eyes stare straight into me. The first year and a half were easy to avoid s*x. We were the only people we have ever dated, so everything was still new and exciting. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still exciting, but now he wants more than just a makeout session.

"I know." He says before getting off of me and laying down on the bed next to me.

"I'm sorry," I tell him again. Dean turns my head to face him. His lips are slightly swollen, and his breathing hasn't quite caught up with him yet.

"Hey...I told you I'd wait for you." He whispers, gently touching my cheek with his hand. "And I've waited almost four years; I'm not about to quit now." He jokes with a grin to which I laugh.

"Good because...I want you." I tell him, Dean leans up and pecks my lips once more.

"Trust me; I want you too." I smile at that and get on top of him to straddle his lap, he grabs my thighs and sits up with me. Our breaths become one, and he gropes me. I love the look in his eyes when we're like this. I can tell he wants me more than anything. And only me. I know that I'll be with him for the rest of my life.

So why am I waiting? Something inside me tells me to. I can't explain it. "Let's make a deal," I tell him which piques his interest. "On graduation night, we'll do it."

"Deal." He says, lifting his hand for me to shake.

"Your mine." He whispers in my ear.

"And your mine." I return with a kiss on the nose.