I did not know the definition to give to what just happened. Did I just have another sensual exchange with Mr. Brett? Someone, Help!! I must have gotten stuck in my dream world. It was the only reasonable explanation to what just happened since I have been daydreaming so much recently.I was on my heels and out of the school building within two minutes. I did not want to stop to think, so I kept running all the way home.When I was half way home, I stopped to catch my breath. I bent and placed my hands on my knees, panting heavily. The instant my brain started to recollect what just happened, I resumed my running. This time I didn’t stop until I got home.I rushed into the house, crossed my mom who was in the sitting room and headed for my room, totally ignoring her greetings. Once in my room, I threw my backpack on the floor and pounced on my bed. I pressed my face into my pillow and screamed. By the time I was done, my throat literally collapsed and was hurting badly.I heard my mo
He called again.I was uncertain whether to answer the call or not. I decided to pick the call, but not before testing my voice to be sure it still didn’t sound so bad. It had improved to a good extent and by morning it should be back to normal.I picked the call after three counts.“Misha.”I collapsed on the bed at the sound of my name. I didn’t know my name could sound that good. This was the second time he called my name without the Miss. The first time I was in his office, I didn’t give it much thought because I was lost. His voice was soft and gentle. God, I wanted him to call my name again. I resisted the urge to ask him to.“Yes sir?” I composed myself and answered.“Did you sleep off? I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”“No No sir,” I responded immediately, not wanting anything to end this moment.I heard him chuckle at my enthusiasm.“Okay? Did what I say offend you?”“No”“You did not reply.”“I…I…didn’t know what to say,” I stammered. I fucking stammered!“That’s fine Misha, y
I really, really, did not want to go for Mathematics class. I texted Mr. Brett yesterday in an attempt to minimize the awkwardness and tension, but ended up creating room for more tension and awkwardness. I’ve never been this tempted to skip class. I walked down the hallway, heading for room 401 with slow steps. I hated this situation so much. I know I’ve been dreaming of such moments for so long. It didn’t exactly mean that I wanted it to happen. Especially not in this manner. It was more like, he falls in love with me, I finish high school, we get married and I get my happily ever after. I take it that I’m naïve, but I have my dignity to keep. I did not want to be anyone’s sex toy and a shameless whore. Mr. Brett was my teacher and whatever he is trying to instigate between us, is very illegal. I am not the kind of person to do illegal stuff.I was now standing in front of room 401. If I wanted to skip this class, it was now or never. Once I walk into this room, there will be no g
My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I’ve never been in this situation before. I sincerely did not know what to do.I just stood in front of Mr. Brett battling within myself on what to do. My brain was not giving me any suggestions and the pride I had for it reduced instantly. How could it disappoint me when I needed it the most? I must be doing well in displaying how pathetic I am.Mr. Brett observed my indecisive struggle and he chuckled. I looked up to meet his gaze. He was smiling down at me.“You're cute,” he said and used his right thumb to brush my cheek. Cute?! That was even the worst. Calling someone cute was only a nicer way of telling the person that she’s not beautiful enough or that she’s weird. The latter is what I felt he meant when he called me cute.My cheek flushed.“What do you want, Misha? Tell me exactly what you want,” he said, taking my hands and placing them firmly to my sides, then lowered himself a little to reach my height. I tilted my neck involuntarily
“You could use a party, Mish. You’ve been sulking for the past six hours since you came back from school.” This was my mom’s tenth attempt to force me to attend one of her insufferable parties. A fashion event party. Those parties would be my death sentence. The one time my mom was able to succeed in dragging me to one, I could literally feel myself dying slowly. My cells were depleting with every passing second. It could have been a painful death indeed.Apart from the fact that I cannot blend in, I get to be in a hall full of air-headed humans. Humans whose beauty provided a means of escape for them. That is just not my kind of crowd.I was so much in a bad mood that if my mom tried one more time to wheedle me into going to that party, I would lose it. Haven’t I suffered enough today?“You wouldn’t even tell us what the problem is. This is becoming too frequent Mish.”“Mom for the hundredth time, it is nothing.” I smuggled into my blanket praying intensely for my mom to leave me al
Jason turned out to be a very interesting person. He stayed over, keeping me company till Mom, Dad and Evy returned from the party. They were happy to see that I had company and not all alone. They didn’t fail to tease me though. No matter how much I protested and tried to convince them that I didn’t stay back from the party because of Jason, they didn’t believe me. They said it was fine and I didn’t have to pretend. I gave up trying to convince them and went along with the flow.It was 6:05am and I was on my way to school. I felt much better when I woke up this morning and I knew it was thanks to Jason. I could only hope that he was being genuine. At times like this, I wouldn’t deny that I really needed a friend. Someone I could talk to. Even if it is not about my present predicament, it would still go a long way to help me.A smile was plastered on my face as I walked down. I was lost with a certain feeling of content. I didn’t know when a car pulled up beside me and was following m
I’ve never walked through this school’s hallway this confidently. Jason and I were conversing on our way to Mathematics class. We were talking about random stuff about ourselves. People were still staring at us, but we ignored them. I was not in a hurry to get to Mathematics class. Thankfully, Jason wasn’t either, so we took our time.“What?! Is barely a week since you came and you are already in the football club?”“Yup. I guess I created an impression the first two times I played. You should watch me play sometime.”I just found out that Jason is good at football and he has already joined the club. He didn’t even get to do trials. No wonder he was getting the attention he was getting.He is not necessarily an ‘A’ student, but he was intelligent. I liked him already.We walked into Mathematics class with Jason still holding my hand. Mr. Brett was already there. He looked deadly sexy and it took all the willpower in me not to stare at him. He has always looked sexy effortlessly, but t
One human can’t be this perfect. I stared at his packs for about a minute before I used my fingers to begin tracing them. I used my palm to feel his body, then bent to kiss his chest. He exhaled softly and placed his hand on top of mine.“Misha, it’s a small gesture, but you don’t know what it’s doing to me.” He sighed and brought down my hands. “If you are going to walk out on me, then please stop.” I removed my gaze from his chest to look at him. “I don’t know what to do,” I said again. He turned me around to back him, then drew me closer to him. So close, I could feel my butt on his dick. I rested the back of my head on his left shoulder and closed my eyes.“Just don’t walk away,” he whispered into my ear.“I won’t.”The next thing I felt was his lips crashing on mine. I pressed against him as he deepened the kiss. He groaned softly. His hands dropped around my waist and he pressed me again to him. I felt his erection and became wet right away. I placed my hand on his cheek and