Chapter 9: She's Hot...

I froze at his words, he thinks the kiss was a mistake....

The thought of him thinking that left my heart aching. I felt stupid for assuming that for a second he might have enjoyed it as much as I did. I guess I should just stop fooling around and accept that he can never be mine.

"Charlene..." he called from the door again. His voice soft and husky. He is such a....hot messy trouble.

After a moment of silence, I thought he had gone and started walking to my room. But before I could reach the first step, the door opened. I was certain I locked it.

I stopped at my track not turning around to face him. How can I when I know that it'll only lead to more problems, ones which we both couldn't handle.

Jonathan Garner's POV

I stood outside, wondering if maybe what happened yesterday had somehow ignited some sort of fear in her toward me, although she kissed me back or maybe I just imagined it.

I really should have acted professionally, but I guess it's too late now.

I stood there for a while and when I decided to leave I heard footsteps inside, so I tried my luck and grabbed the door handle, the door was not locked. I walked straight in, shutting the door behind.

There she was. Wearing a tank top that revealed her perfectly shaped torso. But it was no match to the shorts she was wearing, she had beautiful legs. She didn't turn around and that meant only one thing, me ogling her butts, like the pedophile I was.

I hated myself for wanting her this much but it was a feeling I couldn't control. if I had a choice, I would put an end to all this madness, but I how do you put out of fire that you can't even see?

For a while, I just looked her body, she got curves in all the right places, with amazingly shaped hips. She's hot, undeniably especially with her hair down.

Dreams from last night rushed back to my thoughts. I really should feel guilty about all this, but when I woke up this morning I had wished that the dreams were real.

'I needed to snap back to reality' I told myself, taking a deep breath to calm myself. I mean, this is all so wrong on so many levels. I could go to jail for all this. Fuck, I haven't even thought of that before.

"Hello Charlene." I said finally.

"Say what you need to say and leave." She snapped, feisty much are we?

She so hate my guts right now, maybe I should just go but not until I apologise. I couldn't even work properly because I felt horrible for what had transpired. When Jessica told me she was not coming in, I knew I had to see her, to reassure that what happened was a stupid mistake on my part.

"I really am sorry. If I could take it back, I swear I would. I jus-I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry. I'll talk to the headmaster to switch your classes if you want and if you want to press charges, I'll definitely understand." I was rambling, getting even more nervous as I realised the impact of what I had really done. " I just hope you know that I'm not that sort of a person, I just...I" I really didn't know what to say next.

"Are you done?" she scolded, she was mad at me. I was scared shitless that no matter what I said, there was nothing I could do to fix this mess.

"Uhm...I guess-I just-you..." I stuttered. She started walking up the stairs, away from me and my nonsensical waffling.

Not once did she turn to look at me. Am I going to jail? I wouldn't blame her if I was.

I guess I should just go. As much as I didn't want to, I had to. I just wanted an okay from her. To know that what I did was not a reflection of who I was as a teacher.

"You can't fight it." she said as I was about to turn and walk out,then she stopped mid way up the stairs.

She turned to look at me, she really was something...undefinable.

She looked so innocent and...hurt? Did I hurt her in any way? Well of course I did, I forced myself on to her.

I was a bit confused as to what she was referring to, what is it that I can't fight? Because if she were to have me arrested, I would gladly accept that I fucked up and go straight to jail.

"Just go!"she said harshly, her eyes beaming with anger.

I didn't wait for anymore words from her, I turned and walked towards the door.

I just didn't want to anger her anymore than I already had.

Getting out of the house, something painful suddenly hit me, like a heart ache of some sort. Did I just get my heart broken for apologising for doing something wrong? Certainly doesn't make sense.

And what exactly did she mean I couldn't fight it? What was she referring to? Is she gonna press charges? Is she not?

I left because I saw her upset and I didn't wanna upset her more but I just couldn't help this urge I was feeling to go back and talk to her. I had to rationalise the situation, try and make things right with her.

I suddenly remembered the dream from last night. How our lips fit perfectly when we shared that kiss and how it felt like to hold her in my arms, to hold her so close to me and to just look into her beautiful eyes.

I knew I had gone far yesterday but standing at the door and just thinking about the dream made me realise how much I wanted... No, no, no, I had to stop.

The whole situation was a mess.

Fuck it!

I opened the door once again, heading inside and like I had known it or maybe I was just being paranoid, she was standing at the bottom of the stairs like she had expected me to come back.

"I want you to know that what happened was my fault, and if there is anything, anything at all that I could do to show you how genuinely regretful I am, then I would do it." I just wanted something from her. Anything. I knew she was angry and frustrated, but I needed to hear something from her. Anything.

We looked at each other for a moment, her intoxicating and captivating eyes staring into mine. She looked rather calm and composed.

I pushed the door close with my foot, not breaking the eye contact between us.

It was like I was drawn to her by some unknown force. And once again, my rational brain decided to shut down and like the monster I was, she was suddenly not the girl I supposedly harrased the day before. She was Charlene,

the most beautiful piece of humanity I have ever seen.

She opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her. She stood up and took cautious steps towards me. Was she afraid of me? God knows how horrible that made me feel.

"This is fucked up you know?" She said calmly. I nodded. "Thing is...I can't control myself around you."

Wait, what? Before I even had time to think. Before I even had time to convince her to forgive me, she moved towards me so fast like some sort of an animal. Bad example I know but that was incredibly fast.

She was in my arms and I knew I had to push her away, this was wrong. We bored into each other's eyes for a moment, then my hand on its own accord, stroked her cheek gently.

Not again. Where was my brain when I need it?

All this time, she just stared into my eyes like she couldn't believe what was happening but I wouldn't blame her if she didn't, I couldn't believe it either. It was all so...not real, this attraction we shared...it just didn't make sense.

Just then, I moved my other hand around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She really had an effect on me.

"Kiss me." her words came out as a whisper, but she could have whispered the words a hundred miles away and I would have picked every single syllable.

I pulled her face closer to mine. Brushing her lips lightly and then our lips locked.