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I realise this story might be going a little fast, and I apologise for that, but this is how I want to write it.

Ella's POV;

I enter my house with a huge grin on my face.

He's so cute.

"Why are you so happy?" My dad interrupts my thoughts.

"Oh, I've just done a lot of work today and I'm really proud of how its turned out." I give him my best smile.

"Oh well done sweetie! Me and your mother are so proud of the classes you've been taking after school and that you're trying so hard. It's almost as if you've turned your life around." He tells me.

He's saying that because even though I'm not a total badass, I've done some things I'm not proud of at school.

But Mr Wilde, or Mattie makes me want to be good. He makes me want to achieve something so he'll be proud of me.

You just want to be a bad girl for him. My subconscious mocks me. She has a point though.

"Yeah, I just want to do well." I smile at him.

"With this attitude you will." He replies.

"Where's mum and Reneé?" I ask.

"Reneés upstairs, and your mum is out shopping for dinner." He tells me and as if on cue, mum walks through the door.

"Oh thank you so much, it was so lovely of you to help me." She says to someone.

"It's not a problem Mrs Faye." A very familiar voice says.

I pull the door open more to see him standing there holding some of our shopping.

"Ella darling! You never told me your teacher only lived opposite us!" She exclaims.

"Oh haha, it's not a big deal that's why." I smile as sweet as I can.

"Of course it is! He's the reason you're doing better in English!" She says and I roll my eyes.

"Oh no Mrs Faye, Ella is the reason she's doing better in English. She's a very bright girl." He compliments me and I feel myself blush.

"She is indeed." Mum agrees.

Dad comes in and takes the last of the shopping bags, and then starts unpacking them.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I'm sure Ella would like that." Mum pipes up and I almost choke.

"I'm sure Mr Wilde has better things to do mum." I smile at them both, hinting that it's a bad idea to him.

I'm scared that if I spend any more time with him than I already have to then I'll start having feelings towards him.

Well actually that's a lie. I already have feelings towards him.

I'd like to rip his clothes off and - well you catch my drift.

But I mean like feelings feelings.

You know the ones where you fall in love with someone?

Because he's perfect. He's intelligent, attractive, funny, adorable and just all around perfect.

"No, I don't have anything better to do. I'd love to stay for dinner." He responds.

Of course you would.

"Well that's settled then. We're having fajitas if that's okay with you?" Mum asks Mattie.

"That's lovely." He replies.

"Good, good, come in, make yourself at home." Mum offers.

This is too weird for me. Why is there a teacher in my house?

This just doesn't happen like ever.

Oh well, since it has, I'm gonna make the most of it.

"I'm gonna go get changed and get Reneé." I say and mum nods.

"Is Reneé your sister?" He asks.

"Yep. I'll be right back." I smile at him before running upstairs.

I open Reneé's door to see her watching Netflix.

"What you watching?" I ask.

"Pretty little liars." She says.

She's obsessed with that show. I don't know why because it's so confusing. But then I'm a big fan of Scream Queens so I can't say anything.

"Well, mums invited my teacher for dinner and he's downstairs right now." I try and sound as cool as possible but it fails because Reneé replies; "You sound incredibly excited about that."

You see, me and my sister have a strong bond so she can tell exactly what I'm thinking and when I'm trying to play it cool.

"He's hot okay." I say and she grins.

"I won't say another word."

Even though she's only 13 and not experienced like other 13 year olds are, she sure is smart.

"Good. Pease don't." I say and walk out before entering my bedroom.

I slip out of the clothes I'm wearing and slip on a pair of blue skinny jeans, which were so tight they were basically a second skin, and a grey long sleeved crop top.

Even though the jeans were tight, they were my all time favourite jeans.

I sprayed a bit of Coco Chanel on me, before turning my light off and bounding downstairs.

When I got there, the table was already laid and every one was sitting down.

"You're always the last to the dinner table." Dad laughs.

"I was getting changed." I reply.

"Well sit down sweetie." Mum points at the chair opposite Mattie.

I take a seat whilst trying to avoid his burning gaze.

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Dinner consisted of a lot of smirking at me because I kept messing up my words because he was constantly staring at me and his eyes are so dreamy, and Reneé kept nudging me under the table to try and wind me up.

"Well, I have homework I need to do, so bye!" I say and run as fast as I can up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I can't take the way he looks at me. He's like a work of art.

I turn my TV on, and start watching Mission Impossible: Rouge Nation.

Just then there's a knock on my door.

"What mum?" I shout and somebody who isn't mum opens the door.

"What would you like?" I say sarcastically.

He shuts the door and sits on my bed.

I'm so glad mum and dad are downstairs right now because it stops me from doing something I'll regret.

"Your mum asked me to help you with your homework, but it doesn't look like you need help." He points to the TV.

"Yeah, I just remembered I done it all." I say and he raises his eyebrow.

"Sure you did,"

He moves closer to see my TV, and my breathing hitches.

"Relax, I'm only trying to see what you're watching." He smiles.

"You told your sister you think I'm hot." He says without taking his eyes off the movie.

Oh my god. She told him?!

"Did she tell you that?!" I raised my voice.

"No, as I was passing her room I heard her on the phone to what I'm assuming must be her friend. She told them that I was here and that you think I'm hot." He turned to look at me and I turn my head to the TV to avoid embarrassment.

Luckily the lights are off so he can't see my bright red face.

"You should be ignoring comments like that, you're a teacher." I tell him.

"But the comment you made was out of school, so I don't have to ignore it." He smirks.

"The one before that wasn't."

"It was out of school hours."

"Do you even care about your job?" I turn my body so I'm fully facing him.

"Of course I care about my job more than anything, just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean I have to be boring, I like having fun too," He admits. "Anyway, I'm only teasing you."

"Okay, if you want to have fun, then I'll be fun too, as I'm the funmeister." I say and he laughs.

"Funmeister?" He smirks.

"Yes." I grin.

He places his hand on my thigh and I try and slow my breathing down, but it fails.

"You're always so nervous when I touch you," He whispers.

"Y-you shouldn't touch me," I whisper back.

"I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help it." He tucks a strand of hair behind my head, when there's a knock on the door.

He leaps up and pretend to watch the TV.

"Come in." I try and say as normal as possible.

"This doesn't look like homework at all." Mum frowns.

"I know mum, I've already had a lecture from him, I don't need one from you." I put my best act on.

"Ella Faye! Don't be so rude to your teacher, he's trying to help you." She yells.

"Noted." I smile sarcastically.

"Well I'd best be going now," Mattie says.

"I've put some leftovers in a box for you, Ella carry them over for Mattie please." She tells me and I get up off my bed.

"Thank you Mrs Faye." He smiles.

"Oh please, call me Mandy." Mum responds.

"Thank you Mandy,"

We go downstairs and mum hands me a box, whilst Mattie grabs his bag and says goodbye.

"Thank you so much for having me Mr and Mrs Faye, its been lovely." He smiles.

Ugh that smile does things to me.

"It's not a problem, thank you for helping Ella out." Dad says.

"Yes thank you, even though Ella has a funny way of showing it, she's very grateful." Mum says.

"Thank you." He says before walking out the door, me following him.

"Don't be long please Ella." Dad says and I nod.

The 30 second walk over to his house is silent.

He unlocks his door and gestures me to walk in first.

His house is bloody huge.

"Where do you want these?" I ask him.

"Just put them on the breakfast bar." He tells me and I do as he says.

I turn around to find he's standing directly behind me.

"You dropped your phone." He says before handing it back to me.

"Thanks." Is all I can say.

I can feel my heart hammering against my ribcage yet again.

He takes a step towards me, so I take one back, and that happens until I hit a hard surface.

He cups my chin and looks into my eyes.

"I know this is wrong, but it feels so right." He whispers.

"I-I feel the same." I whisper.

I close my eyes until I feel a pair of lips on mine.

It takes me by surprise at first, but I kiss him back.

I can feel the electricity running through my veins.

He places both hands under my bum and lifts me up, but then breaks the kiss.

I whimper at the loss of contact.

"Why did you stop?" I ask, then slap myself because I sound desperate.

"Because I don't want to take advantage of you, you're only young." He says and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not a child." I huff and he laughs.

"I don't think you're a child, I think you're the most mature young woman I've met. I just don't want you to feel you're being pressured into anything." He says and just then I realise how crazy this is.

He's my teacher!

But I need him so bad.

Fuck it.

"I'll tell you what, if you do anything I don't like , I'll let you know." I tell him and kiss him.

He hesitates at first, but then kisses me back.

He spreads my legs so he can stand in between them.

I start moving my hips against him and he smirks.

"Someones eager aren't they," He says.

"I'm horny okay, don't deny a girl her needs," I smirk and he chuckles.

"I would never deny a girl her needs," He says and starts kissing my neck whilst grinding against my area.

Just then my phone vibrates.

"Its my mum. I'd best be going." I say and kiss him one last time before jumping down from the counter.

"See you tomorrow El," He smirks.

"Laters Sir." I say before leaving.