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wendi darling

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Like many of the other well-known students. Mia had very much altered her uniform. Her navy blue and gray plaid skirt was rolled about three inches higher then its intended length. Her White button up blouse was sheer and tight enough to reveal a lacy blackness that was her bra. Two buttons at the top were left undone, giving others just a glimpse of the pars of her they would never see, though so many often tried. Tight knee high socks clung to her gorgeously shaped, slender legs. The whiteness of the fabric was a delectable contrast to her caramel complexion. Though some of the lower class students may have been tormented by the tight wad of the principal or the envious old bags of teachers..Mia was superior. Her parent's were extremely wealthy, and extremely powerful. No one dared to confront her normally..because no one wanted to deal with her father's arrogance and strict attitude.

Mimi didn't really care for the whole 'queen bee' reputation. It was all petty, immature..high school stuff. And she was so very much over that scene. She wasn't going to deny the fact that she was a bit of a bitch soemtimes, or that teenage boys followed her around the goons..but it wasn't as if she had chose this lifestyle, it had been chosen for her. Even her best friends had been selected in a while. Daughters of her father's co-workers..'worthy' of her friendship according to her parents. It was simply ridiculous, but she went along with the little facade all along. She couldn't very well walk around moping and complaining, no one would take pity on her..and she would just be trampled on by the next beautiful girl looking for attention.

As she walked down the hall way, her sleek black hills made an echoing click against the tile floor, as if announcing her arrival to the public around her. Her long luscious waves of chestnut hair fell around her perfectly carved face, dancing in a non-existent breeze. In one arm she held a prada bag, in the other a notebook for pretending to take notes in. Her deep honey shaded eyes were sort of glistening as she came to a halt in front of a door. the number of the door read 401. Beyond the door was the best thing that ha ever happened to this school. The most handsomest, charming man she had ever met..and the only person whom it seemed she would never be able to have. It was pathetic really, but she was completly infatuated and the challenge of getting him to shoot her a second glance was one she would never turn down.

After taking a deep breath and adjusting her blouse slightly, Mia's petite fingers wrapped their was around the doorknob..pushing it open ten minutes before the bell would ring..as always, she was sure to be early for this class.
 
Glancing at his watch, he saw it was almost time. Class was still about twelve minutes away but every day, like clockwork, Mia would arrive ten minutes before class began. Mr. Jamesson was a math teacher, and was her homeroom teacher as well. She was almost always the first one to arrive, many of the other students shuffling in until the bell rang, where the last few stragglers tried to get in before they got in trouble.

Seated at his desk at the front of the classroom, he reached up and ran his fingers through his light brown hair, kept short as a habit from when he had served in the U.S. Army. He didn't keep it as short as back when he was enlisted, but it was much shorter than many of the other teachers at school. He had also gotten a trim physique from his time in the military, his body filling out the black button down shirt he wore, stretching just enough to give an idea of what lay beneath, but not wrapping around his body. A smile was visible on his face, his jaw cleanly shaven of any hair, giving him a look a few years younger than his actual age of twenty-eight.

He always laughed when he was in the Teacher's Room and some of the more elderly of his co-workers would complain vocally of how students were disrespectful. He'd never experienced that in his classes... at most having to occasionally deal with a student attempting to cheat. In fact, numerous times students would come to him to talk about troubles or issues with other teachers. The only thing he could really figure was that his, relatively speaking, youthful appearance made him more approachable than some of the aged of his compatriots.

Right on time, he heard the doorknob turn and in she walked. He managed, as he did every morning, not to let his emotion show on his face, as he smiled at her, his soft brown eyes looking her over for the hundredth time, his heart catching in his throat for a moment. "Morning, Mia." he said cheerfully. While Mia was certainly more than an eyeful, her long, tanned legs sliding up to a too short skirt, her appealing undergarments just visible through her blouse and a face that he had to struggle not to stare at, moreso it was what she did in class that got his attention. Not the occasional accidental glimpses down her shirt, but how hard she tried.

Mia was not his brightest student. There were quite a few that "got it" much more easily than she did, but what she lacked in pure smarts she made up for in dogged effort. When she had first joined his class at the beginning of the year, he had thought her just another bitchy bimbo. Nice eye candy, but that's it. Her first tests had come back slightly above average... C+ though B- grades. Nothing exceptional. But then she began asking more questions in class, coming to him at least once a week for some help on his class, and he could see her grades slowly climb. Now she ranked as one of his top students, and he really respected that in her.

And he would be lying if he didn't enjoy those few after-school sessions with her. Not that he ever did anything inappropriate. He knew who her father was, not to mention what would happen if he did anything with her at all as her teacher. But whenever they were alone, he always found himself just in the right place to see a little bit more than the average person. He wasn't fooling himself into thinking that she felt the same, but that didn't make him enjoy it any less.
 
And here he was. Looking devilishly handsome as usual. It was torture really, having to avoid meeting his gaze, having to keep her witty remarks to herself, and having to call him by his last name..it made her feel so childish, like just another student. However, Mimi was nothing of the sort. Throughout the year she had put every amount of effort into this very classroom, in a feeble attempt to prove to him that she was not like the others. She was flabbergasted by how he hadn't realized yet..couldn't those cute brown eyes of his see? they'd be a perfect match.

"Morning Mr. J" She replied ever so sweetly. She made sure to return his welcoming smile with a sweet, cunning one of her own. For a very brief moment she allowed her eyes to dangle over his masculine appearence, but as always that moment was very short lived. "I have something for you" Whilst her sweet words faded into the bland classroom air, her fingertips reached into her overly expensive bag. Moments late she pulled out a sleek purple folder and placed it neatly on his desk. "my homework"

In all honesty, Mia had a reputation to keep around school. There was no way she'd allow her fellow classmates to see her handing in over an hour's work of precise math work..no...they'd call her a nerd or something. Especially those to blond's that called themselves her best friends. They were so empty headed, it was actually humorous. Hanging around them boosted her intellectual ego..she felt like Einstein compared to dumb and dumberer, but she couldn't trust them..they'd find any excuse to replace her spot on the thrown of royalty she had been trust upon. Those two pairs of blue eyes were always watching Mia, waiting patiently for her to make a mistake.

Avoiding her friends was one major reason to come to class early, but the main intent on Mimi's part was the alluring, brilliant man standing before her. She held on to the distant hope that one day her frequent fantasies of them being together would come true. on that day..she'd walk through the door and he'd wrap her in his strong, longing arms and gaze deeply into her eyes. Then they would kiss, he would be hers..she would be his..everything would finally fall into place...

A soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips at the sheer thought of it. though her fantasy was still..just that, a dream..wishful thinking. deep down she was becoming more and more certain that such thoughts would never become more than a distant fairy tale.
 
He raised an eyebrow as she said she had something for him. He felt a flush of heat down his spine as he thought of the things she could show him or give him, her words sounding like a wicked promise. Images of her bending forward, the gap from the two undon buttons on her blouse flashing him a glimpse of her tender bosom, or maybe turning around and pulling up her skirt so he could see further up those long luscious legs, or maybe a letter with a note of confession of her feelings flashed through his mind. He reached up with his hand and rubbed the burning back of his neck.

Then she said "My homework." and he let out a soft laugh. What sort of crazy ideas were he thinking. Of course it would be her homework. Quickly recovering, smiling he reached out and slipped it out of her hand. Opening the folder, he glanced over the paperwork. As usual there were signs here and there of erased numbers as she had gone through and corrected her work. When class had started, he had thought maybe she was getting help from somewhere else, so he would end up comparing her handwriting from her homework to that of her quizzes. It matched up perfectly, even the erased work. If she was getting help, it didn't show. That was the first time he really realized how hard she was working, but he couldn't show favorites, lest he get in trouble over it... or worse someone guessed his feelings.

Looking up from her work, not sure if it was correct since he just glanced at it, he heard her sigh softly as her eyes became unfocused in throught. Bending his neck so he could clearly see her slightly downturned face, he used the moment to stare at her gorgeous face before he cleared his throat and looked her in her golden eyes, so unique. "Is something wrong, Mia?" He almost hoped she would have a question about her homework so she would come closer, just so he could feel her near him.
 
Mia was shocked to hear the words escape his lips. She hadn't even realized she had let any sort of emotions show upon her face. It was if he could see right through her, which was quite frankly..scary. If he found out how she felt..she would be totally embarrassed.. He assume she was being childish, and being around him would become so entirely awkward. Therefor, she had to keep her secret safe..at least until she found a reason to do otherwise..if he would just give her a sign.

Until then, a lie would suffice. "something wrong?" she repeated his words simply to give herself time to think "I'm..I'm just a bit worried about that camping trip coming up..don't tell anyone this, but I've never been camping before..I've been losing sleep over worry..I mean I could be eaten by a bear or something..its petrifying really" Feeling content with her story, she nibbled poutingly on her lower lip, appearing innocent and even a tad bit frightened.

It wasn't completly a lie. She really had never been camping before. However, she was in no way frightened. A bit disgusted by all the dirt, and lack of civilization..but more excited then anything. She knew very well that Mr. Jameson would be attending the field trip as a supervisor..she had overheard him discussing it with another staff member. He was the only reason she was going. Chances were, with a huge forest to get lost in..to fake an injury in, to be frightened of..she would be able to gain his attention. Her fairy tale images of the two of them poked at her thoughts once more, but she shook them away..her eyes intent on giving him the saddest puppy dog stare she could conjure up.
 
Mr. Jamesson's heart about broke as he heard her say this, and he was more than a little surprised. Sure, he could imagine a girl with a background like hers to have never been camping, but being afraid? She always seemed so strong... so willful. It made her seem even more human, and less of the ice-cold queen she seemed to be most of the time. And then as she started to bite her lower lip, he felt the bottom of his stomach fall out. It took every ounce of control for him not to stand up right there and wrap her in his arms telling her that everything would be alright.

Resisting his urge, he smiled at her softly. "Well, you don't need to worry about a thing. You may not know this, but I'm going to be a chaperone for the trip and the area we're going to is bear free. I would know... I hike at least once a month, and often in that area, and I've never seen, nor heard of a bear being sighted, let alone attacking someone." He gave a short laugh to lighten the moment.

Standing up, to his full height of six feet and an inch, he placed his hand on her shoulder comfortingly as he looked her in the eyes. "And if anything goes wrong while we're out there, or you see something that does scare you, you can come straight to me. I promise I'll be there for you."
 
Mia restrained a sigh of relief as he seemed to fall for her lie. She felt horrible lying to him, but telling the truth would be far less troublesome for the both of them. She smiled weakly as he spoke so reassuringly. Her brows raised slightly once he announced he would be attending the trip as well. She seemed rather surprised, for someone who had known for quite a while now. Everything seemed to be going well, until he placed his Hand upon her shoulder.

She instantly felt herself melting within. This had happened before. Everything his hand touched hers while handing back test results, or that time she had 'accidentally' run into him in the hall. Every time they touched her heart would pick up speed, her tough exterior would rumble around her..and she would be forced to use every bit of self control she had to keep herself composed. It drove her absolutely insane, and she loved it.

Quickly her eyes averted to the clock. The bell would ring in thirty seconds..which means they didn't have time to be alone..which meant she could just respond ever so slightly, and he wouldn't have time to question her actions. Swiftly she raised her hand, placing it daringly on top of his which still rested on her shoulder. Her eyes wandered up to meet his, her finger tips tickled the skin of his rough masculine hand. "thanks, that means a lot to me..I feel much better now' with such an innocent tone, Mimi knew her words would be hard to decipher. Which, is exactly what she wanted. She wanted to leave him guessing..wanting more/ This way if he did in fact feel the same way, he wouldn't be able to get this moment off of his mind. And..if he did not, she could just play it off as a comforting moment..nothing more.

Just as she assumed, the bell rung seconds later. She quickly slid away from him and split into her seat in the front of the classroom..just in time for the students to rush in, including her two giggling best friends.
 
He hadn't realized what he was doing until he did it. Generally Mr. Jamesson tried to not have physical contact with his students since it could be misconstrued. Of course it did happen, like when Mia ran into him by accident in the hallway. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he remembered that clearly. She had been looking over her shoulder at her friends and he had just been standing there. He could still feel the softness of her chest squeeze against his side, her breath knocked out of her but hot against his skin. Though he had secretly enjoyed it, he had to make sure to properly chastise her for running in the hall and for not looking where she had been going.

As his hand touched her shoulder, he could feel the heat of her body through her blouse, one of the straps of her elegant ebon bra beneath his finger. Then she reached up and he felt her fingertips touch the top of his hand, and it was like lightning between their skin, as he let his eyebrows raise just a millimeter from the contact. Mia's fingertips were soft, like silk and he was doing his damned not to let this tiny bit of contact show how much it set him alight.

Then she spoke, and before Mr. Jamesson could respond the bell rang and she pulled away. He held his pose there for a second, his hand still where it had been when he touched her. Quickly recovering, he slipped back into his chair as the class began to rush into the room, filling it with the chatter and bustle of dozens of students.

He began to teach class, thoughts of both the brush and Mia's words running around inside his head. Was he just reading too much into it? He knew he had embarrassed himself quite a few times by taking little signs and making them into confessions. Yes, that had to be it... he was making a mountain out of a molehill, he told himself. But he couldn't get what she said out of his mind.
 
Though reluctant to admit it, Mia was actually relieved to have her friends around. they kept her distracted enough from keeping her eyes locked on the man who was lecturing in front of the class room. Between the latest gossip, their chatter about their all-star boyfriends, and compliments towards Mimi in order to kiss her ass..it was pretty easy to rid her mind of all intimate thoughts of her own.

However, that all changed when one of the girls, Gina, brought her lips dangerously close to Mia's ears. The hushed exclamation lingered by the nape of her neck, causing Mia to swallow the nervous lump that was forming in her throat. "you can't hide your little crush forever Mia..no one just goes to math class early without a damn good reason" The blond seemed very sure of her words, and Mia was infuriated really. She hated the girl..for being so naive, and smug..for crossing her way's in that dainty know it all sense, and most of all..for being absolutely right.

As always she managed to remain very poised, turning her head towards the vile girl beside her with a devilish smirk. She knew very well all Gina wanted was a little news to get her through the day. Gossip was like crack for teenage girls. Mia was used to always being a crowd pleaser, and this time seemed to be no different.

Leaning in just as closely, Mia wrapped her hands loosely around the back of Gina's ivory toned neck. She allowed her fingers to slide ever so slowly down her back, forcing her lips in place of where her fingers once were "what happens behind closed doors, will stay exactly there Gina dear" and with that said, Mia returned to her note taking..and left Gina flustered and wanting more.
 
His mind still flitting over what Mia had said, Mr. Jamesson found himself glancing at her frequently during that period's class, so naturally he noticed the little exchange between Mia and her little friend Gina. As Mia's was turned towards her companion, he walked around out of her line of sight until he was right in front of her desk. As she turned back, she found herself staring at his torso, to which she could only look up to see him glancing back and forth between her and Gina.

Ensuring that there would be no complaints of favoritism, he cleared his throat then began, "Miss Garner and Miss Willows, I'll admit I might be mistaken, but that didn't look like an exchange on Polynomials or Binary operations... what, praytell, could be so important that you would have to talk about it in the middle of my lesson?" He placed his hands on his hips to emphasize the seriousness of the moment. Small titters of laughter flitted about the class behind them, at one of the "queens" of the school and her "handmaiden" getting caught by a teacher.
 
Mia was rather surprised to find a perfectly sculpted torso hoovering inches from her gasp. her eyes wandered up to find the unmistakable face of Mr. Jameson. it seemed he was attempting to scold her for talking, but what he hadn't seemed to notice was..she absolutely loved attention. Especially from him, there was really nothing that could have pleased her more at the moment..other then having him all to herself.

In The midst of all the giggles, Mimi managed to stay composed. A sly grin etched its way onto the corners of her rose pedal lips. "every girl is entitled to at least one good secret Mr j..if I tell you my secret, it wouldn't really be much of a secret anymore..but I assure you its very significant. If it wasn't I would never had interrupted such a great lesson" Her sincerity could very well be questioned. Her sweet tone was tinted with just the right amount of sarcasm to show the students around her that she was not afraid of punishment. On the contrary, she'd have loved a nice long talk after class..if that was applicable.

As she spoke, eyebrow's all around raised in unison. Gina simply nodded in agreement to Mia's words, obviously not even comprehending much of what was said. The poor girl was just gaping up at their teacher as if she was seeing him in a new light..apparently Mia's secret had left a big impact on the poor airhead.
 
Gritting his teeth at her lack of respect, he leaned forward, his face inches from hers, staring her directly in the eyes. Moments before he had been entranced by her, but her attitude... where did this attitude come from. He was perplexed, but he wasn't going to be soft on her just because he had feelings for her.

"Well then, Miss Garner, maybe you'd like to stay late so we can have a little chat about your behavior?" It may have been phrased as a question, but everyone knew that there was only one option available to Mia.

Whipping his head towards Gina, he bared his teeth at her like an animal. "And you, Miss Warner, should try to do something other than nod like a mindless sycophant." he was almost positive that Gina wouldn't really get what he just said, but both how he said it and the term "mindless" would obviously make her realize it was not a term of encouragement. "I've already had multiple Parent-Teacher conferences with your mother, and all it will take is one call from me and you won't be seeing the outside of your house othe than school for at least a month." Gina paled at this statement before blushing furiously over the knowledge that her mother and her teacher talked regularly.

Straightening he glared at the class, which previously had been a buzz with whispers, which was now silent, many student's eyes wide. "Anyone else who would care to join Miss Garner and I for our little chat? We have plenty of room." He smiled, but it was not a friendly smile. There were a few shakes of heads from some of the students, but mostly there was just silence.

He then spun on one heel and stalked away from Mia's desk he got half way to his desk before it struck him. This afternoon, after school, he'd be alone with Mia. Before he could even think of a positive outcome, the idea of word spreading throughout the school like wildfire of potential wrongdoing between student and teacher. The teachers would dismiss the rumor almost immediately out of hand, but many of the students would think exactly the wrong thing. He maintained his composure and got back to his desk, but he also knew he couldn't cancel the after-school talk, or else his class would walk all over him.
 
Mia rolled her eyes in response, giving him a glare before sinking back into her seat. It was all a facade really, she was just putting on a show. Inside, she was delighted..saying after class with Mr. Jameson was just what she wanted, and the fact that he hadn't invited Gina to accompany them made the situation even more desirable.

She knew very well this bit of a confrontation that thy had shared would be the talk of the school..surely negative attention would be trust her way and it was something that would be quite aggravating to deal with. But, those eyes..those dreamy dark mysterious eyes of his kept her from thinking so negatively. Plus, the flustered look across his face made her even more curious.
She eventually found herself fixated on the clock, counting down the minutes until the bell would ring and rid the room of other students.

xX{sorry its so short, multitasking}Xx
 
Mr. Jamesson continued his lesson as if nothing happened. When the bell rung and everyone had left, he collapsed into his chair. If he didn't know better, he'd swear that Mia had wanted this... but that was crazy, he told himself. He was baffled, until the little voice in his head pointed out their quick exchange this morning. Maybe he wasn't just imagining things... maybe she did feel for him like he did for her...

The rest of the day whizzed by, his mind wrapped up in itself, teaching his classes like he was on autopilot. Before he knew it, the last class was over and he was sitting on the edge of his desk, waiting for Mia to arrive to his classroom so they could have their little chat.
 
"listen Mia..stop playing games..just come over..no one has to know..it will just be me and you" A look of disgust formed across her lips as such words. She was eyeballing a tall, brawny male with wispy blond locks and a proud egotistical grin. "I'm sorry kyle it seems you've forgotten..I think you're disgusting. Not to mention rude, immature, conceded..and you probably have all those steroid induced muscles to compensate for your small cock" With an ooing from the rest of the football team as background music, Mia's heels began to click their way against the hall way..distancing himself from the children once more.

Kyle was left humiliated, and extremely angry. She was actually glad that she wouldn't be around to see him 'vent' later on. Fortunately, she had more important matters to attend to. The man of her dreams was waiting for her behind closed doors. Not exactly the reasons that she hoped for..but one couldn't be too picky when one was trying to form a relationship with one's teacher.

Shaking her head at the thought, Mia managed to fluff her voluminous locks of hair around her face a bit before once again turning the handle to the math room. Despite her punishment, she was smiling that sweet..honest smile that she saved always just for Mr. Jameson. "surprise..I actually showed up. aren't you proud?"
 
Mr. Jamesson's heart began beat faster as he heard the click of the door being opened, and he watched as Mia gracefully entered. The door closed on it's own with a soft click. Her smile, he'd seen it so many times both at school and in his fantasies, made his heart skip a beat... until she spoke.

Yes, he was smitten with her, but he was still her teacher. Raising an eyebrow as he continued to lean against the desk, he replied, "Should I be, Mia?" falling back to using her name now that they were in private. "I'm your teacher and you're one of my favorite students, no doubt. I'm not blind to the hard work you do in both class and on your homework. But I'm still your teacher. When I asked you here, it was not really a request and both of us know it."

Letting his eyes wander down Mia's form for a moment, getting glimpses of what lay beneath her clothing, then away from her, he continued "I'm not a hardass, Mia. I try to be easygoing, but your attitude today... I was blindsided by it." He looked back up into her eyes. "What's going on?"
 
Mia's smile didn't falter even as mr. jameson seemed to be scolding her. She simply made her way over to the desk he was seated behind and perched her perfectly rounded bottom right on it. She turned to face him, allowing him to speak without interruption. She was really only hearing the bits and pieces that pleased her..His declaration of her being one of his favorite students, calling her by her first name.., she simply disregarded the rest until he popped out a question.

It was a rather vague question. Many things were going on, a million things really. She was very much tempted to give him a very vague answer in response, but then she reminded herself that unlike the rest of her acquaintances, she actually enjoyed Mr. J's company..and she didn't want to piss him off even more. "you were trying to embarrass me..I wasn't even whispering loudly and I was paying attention..you can check my notes if you don't believe me. I just don't want my secrets getting out, espeically to the entire class..I'm sorry i was just showing off, it wont happen again" She finished off her apology with a elongated sigh, looking down as if feeling rather ashamed.
 
"It's not that I didn't think you'd be paying attention, Mia..." Standing up Mr. Jamesson walked over to where she sat and sat down next to her, his arm brushing against her side accidentally, "It's just that if I let something like that go and I notice it, it starts to spiral out of control." She could feel warmth of his body mere inches away from her.

"Kids... no, that's wrong... young adults like you then think it's okay to ignore the teacher and then everything falls to pieces. Especially with students who aren't doing anywhere near as well as you start doing even worse." Glancing over at her with a smile, "You know it already, people look up to you, but I'm not sure you realize how much impact you have... If you..." he emphasized this by a quick little poke on her nose, "do something and get away with it, suddenly everyone will be doing it."
 
Mia hadn't at all expected to find Mr. Jameson so very close beside her. She was usually the one pushing the physical boundaries between them, so his sudden movement both surprised and delighted her. She knew deep down that his intentions were most likely nothing like her own, but a girl could dream.

Trying to stay focused on his words, she tilted her head slightly. long luscious waves of her endless caramel hair fell over her left shoulder..leaving the nape of her delicate neck bare. Her large hazel eyes blinked up at him with longing. Each day it grew harder and harder to hide the way she was feeling. "right..I understand, but you see if i didn't have such a great attitude problem..people wouldn't really look up to me...however..i'll be more respectful, at least in your class..but just because you're my favorite teacher not because I'm a good girl or anything" She didn't want him to get the idea that he was going to 'reform' her.
 
As she looked up at him, her silky neck bared, he caught his breath, and stared at it for a moment... long enough so it just wasn't a casual glance. He averted his eyes quickly, suddenly noticing how close he was to her, and he began to rub the back of his neck again as it started to become warm.

Giving her a short laugh, he grinned. "Hey, I'm not that old you know. I still remember how it was in my High School." Looking her back in the eyes, he smiled sincerely. "You understand what I really mean. Just be good in class. I want to look forward to you showing up every morning, not dread it." Before he knew what he was doing, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side.
 
The words hit her softly like the coo of a dove. She knew better than anyone he wasn't that old..just old enough to be out of reach. Approachable yet unattainable..it drove her insane. What came next drove her absolutely mad. The feel of his strong muscular arm around him. The heat from his body rushing over her like a wave of flames. Her senses were engulfed and for a moment she found herself resting her head against his shoulder..breathing warm air onto his neck, reaching her fingers to wrap him in an embrace.

But then, reality struck. This wasn't just a fantasy..something only she could see..this was actually happening..she had finally lost control. her heart began pounding and her hands began shaking ebfore she finally managed to leap down from the desk. She gave him a horrified look, her cheeks flushed with a deep shade of rose. "i have to go" was all she managed to say before storming out of the classroom.

She found herself gasping for breath once beyond the closed door. salty tears were etching the rims of her eyes..attempting to force their way out onto her cheeks. For the first time in her entire life Mia felt weak. She knew that she could never face him in the morning..that nothing between hem would ever be the same. Their relationship wasn't much more than a few brief conversations and hidden smile..but whatever it was, it meant a lot to her..and she had risked it all in one foolish moment. She hated herself, and she couldn't for the likes of her figure out why the hell she was still just standing just outside the classroom.
 
For a moment he was in bliss. Feeling her soft skin resting against his shoulder, a tender sigh escaping her lips as it brushed along his neck. Then he felt her fingertips tracing along his abdomen and back as her arms moved to encircle his waist. Shock raced through his system and his heartbeat skyrocketed.

Before he could do anything else, she pushed herself away from him, looking back at him, her face a mask of horror. He wasn't sure what caused it, but she quickly mumbled out that she had to go and almost ran from the room... from him.

He sat there in shock for a second, his mind whizzing at a thousand miles a minute. What had just happened? The way she first reacted...? The look on her face? Was he the cause of the terror, or was she ashamed of how she had acted? Pushing himself to his feet, he hurried after her, opening the door to the classroom, calling out "Mia!" before it was even open, not realizing she was right outside the door.
 
Hearing her name called out, mia's eyes widened. Sure enough the door opened and there he was..standing in all his handsome glory. Today seemed to be his day to humiliate her. She quickly brought her hands above her eyes, forming a visor to shade the teary look that was upon her face. She didn't want to face him, not after what she had done..how could she possibly explain her way out of this one/ She knew that puppy dog face she often gave him wouldn't get her out of this one..this mess was far to big to clean up on her own.

Feeling trapped, she managed to glance down the hall way. at least the jocks seemed to have moved on with their pointless lives..no one else would be hearing of this horrible incident. "I'm sorry..its just, ..I have umm cheer practice and i'm already late..I just..I didn't mean to..I've been trying to.." every time she tried to think of an excuse it just faltered. She was stumbling on her words, her breathing was heavy and she was fighting back tears. She couldn't take this sort of humiliation for much longer..she knew that she'd eventually just collapse. All she could do was hope he'd take pity on her ignorance and let her go.
 
He could hear her clumsily try to recover her composure, the near breaking of her voice as she looked away from him. His heart was still pounding quickly, adrenaline rushing through his veins from when he first took off to chase after her. This made his brain process slightly faster than usual.

She was still here. If she had felt he'd done something wrong, she could have fled when he opened the door, or when he called her name. Instead she stayed, trying to explain away what happened. Maybe he was wrong, he thought to himself, but sometimes life just calls for taking a gamble. And he took a huge gamble in doing something completely wrong, but at the same time so right.

Not giving her a reply, he stepped close to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, and quickly but gently pressed her against the wall, followed by pressing his body close to hers. He could feel her full breasts flatten against his chest, his hips touching hers. Removing his hand from her shoulder, he softly ran his fingers down her side, his hand coming to rest on her hip. Reaching up with his other hand, he tilted her chin so she was looking him in the eyes for a moment before he firmly placed his lips on hers.
 
What happened next was the furthest thing mia could have ever expected. the one thing she had hoped for since the day she laid eyes on him, and the very same thing she feared would never become a reality. The feeling of his body pressed against her sent a vibrant shiver throughout her whole body. She felt weak against him, and yet the strongest she had ever felt. Whilst his lips met her she could no longer hold back the tears she had been fighting. Now those droplets symbolized more emotions then mia could handle. As they fell to the floor, along with them were all her barriers, all of her secrets..and all of her sense.

For a brief moment that seemed to last a lifetime she draped her slender arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss and feeling her body melt against his own muscular form. She could have stayed intertwined with Mr. Jameson for an eternity if the opportunity stuck, but far too soon did reality crash against them like a tsunami.

She heard the footsteps of multiple persons heading down the hall. She also picked up on the warrior calls and the burping that could only belong to the mouths of the football team. The empty headed jock's had returned from ruining around or whatever the hell it was they were doing. Once they turned the corner, mia and mr j would be in full view..and everything would go right down the drain.

Reluctantly, she pulled away..still a bit out of breath from all of the occurrences of prior moments. her eyes studied him softly. Seeing him finally as a lover, and not just a teacher. She quickly flicked her mess of hair over one shoulder and cleared her throat. "I'll see you tomorrow" With that said she blew him a kiss. Apparently her confidence had come back rather quickly. Just as they rounded the corner, mimi began walking away..refusing to look a certain QB in the eyes.
 
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