Till Eternity (teacherxstudent)

Chapter 8: I'll Make You Fall in Love With Me

It’s Tuesday. Just yesterday did I hear that weird confession, and I am still wishing for it all to be a weird nightmare from which I will awake soon. Anytime now… I shut my eyes tightly and opened them over and over again, pinched my arm, but the nightmare would not end.

The only thing from which I awoke was my daydreaming. That was when I noticed that everyone else had left the room and I was the only one left over in the Science classroom with him. He smirked as soon as my eyes fell on him. I shivered.

“You know,” he began, slowly stalking towards me, “I have never been a patient man. I’m starting to think I gave you a bit too much time to give me an answer.” One step at a time, he crept from out of the bushes and into the open field. Yet, skillfully, he was beginning to trap me. “And from what I can tell, you’ve not quite fallen for me yet.”

I slid my books into my bag as slowly and quietly as possible, moving as carefully as a prey would in the presence of its hunter. In the same pace, I got up, using the logic of a hopeless stock: perhaps if I do not move, he cannot see me.

It was of no use.

As soon as was up on my feet, I was pushed onto a corner and trapped against the wall. My quickened breath was countered by his quiet smirk. It grew into a grin as wide as Cheshire’s.

“So, what if I speed things up a bit?” he said in a low murmur, teasing the prey that was certain of its inevitable end. His face inches apart, he stared into my eyes with an irresistible sternness. “I’ll make you fall in love with me, Deb.”

Suddenly, the predator slung forward in a killing strike. Our lips met and melted into one. He brushed his tongue upon my bottom lip and successfully forced my mouth open. Mr. Jones placed his thigh between my legs and pressed his body against mine, firmly trapping us together as he kissed me mercilessly. I tried to push him away, but I could hardly make him budge.

For a mere second, our lips parted. It was only long enough for me to grasp for air while his entrancing gaze worked as a magnet for mine. Mr. Jones held my hand and pushed me back against the wall. The forceful kiss that preceded was now replaced by a much delicate embrace. With a mature hand, he cupped my chin directing it towards him, and the other rested upon my back. He licked my lis gently, then our tongues intertwined. My face was burning. It was with a teacher, yet somehow it felt so good. I damned myself for admitting this. The heart everyone called cold as ice was melting. It pounded furiously as we kissed. Whenever our lips parted, I chased his, addicted to their feeling. He had succeeded in his sorcery. This is the kiss I should have felt three years ago.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but finally his tongue retreated and Mr. Jones pressed his lips one last time onto mine, knowing it would tease my desires. But it was over. Long after our lips parted, our eyes remained linked – mine wide and his narrowed softly. He somehow looked even sexier than normal. What is this feeling lingering in my chest? Flustered by my own thoughts, I blushed furiously, and pushed him away. Mr. Jones chuckled at my reaction.

“Did it work?” he said in a soft smirk and cupped my chin teasingly.

“No way!” I pushed him once more and avoided his eyes with all my might.

“I’m pretty sure I felt you kissing me back just then.” he provoked. I could tell he was amused by my fluster.

“I did not.” I pouted.

“Then how come you’re not mad at me for kissing you?” One of his brows shot up.

I felt my face flush and burn. Yeah, why aren’t I angry? I definitely should not be okay with this.

My Jones chuckled and I felt a whole range of emotions broiling up in my head. They melded into one hot fusion that fizzed in the red smolder that was my face.

“Shut up! I hate you!” I shouted just like a child that had no words to express her emotions.

Without thinking twice, I ran out of the classroom with a pounding head and hammering chest into the open hallway where eyes pierced me judgingly. They lingered on me for only a second before I was back to being invisible. I looked around at them. No pair of eyes was alone, they fraternized with others, venting their troubles, gags, and all else with whom I had no one to share. I lowered my head and faced the floor as the other eyes faced each other. The streaks and creases led me to my next class, where I was left to reflect on my unsettled thoughts on my own.