I am In Love With My Teacher

The shock on his face was a mere shock to me, but for a second i actually thought 'why is my teacher in my backyard, oh dear is he lost?' i havent had lotion since that 'outburst' in class where i said i loved him. Stupid. Yet it worked.

"UH..." Danny burst from laughter.

"I am not cheating she is my best friend!" i mumble splashing around like a fish without a head.
Andy just eyed me licking his lips.

"get out now."

I turn to my best friend who shook her head. "Can't" i bow my mine slowly eyeing the blue water...so blue its like his eyes i just want to watch it float.

"They naked." Ashley sighs walking back into our house. I look up seeing Andy with his brow arch.

"Your eyes are so blue." i whisper. "See," i wave to the pool. "Like the pool."

"what did you took?" he asks bending down brushing my hair out of my face.

"I feel like i am flowing! Sam look at me!"

Well now my boyfriend seen my best friend naked. So cool. "You mad at me?"

He shook his head. "No. But you have to stop it. Just before finals, why?" Maybe because i don't know how to tell you that i am going to college on an island. England is technically an island right?

Ashley emerged from the house with two robes. He hands Andy one as he motions to Danny to climb out of the pool. "Mr. Purr!" She grins.

Andy lift up the robe as i climb out. "Give me a few minutes." he mummers putting his arm around me as i lay on my head on his neck. "Do shit like that again Samantha i will be forced to punish you."

"Wanna spank me Mr. Biersack?" i ask wiggling my brows. oh what the hell i am not going to remember shit.

He pulled me into his arm as he climb the stairs. "I feel amazing!" i laugh stretching my arms out.

"What room?" i point to the open one swaying in his arms. I begin to burst from laughter thinking about what song described me... love the way you lie sounds legit.

I felt the soft springs as my body fall down on the bed. I push myself up resting my body weight on my hands. I notice what he was wearing, a black tie; white button shirt, skinny jeans and combat boots. "You went to a funeral?" i ask with laughter between words.


"You know what," he sighs walking to the door closing it. he twirls around ripping off the black tie from his neck. "I have had it." He snaps the tie like belt rolling up one end in his left hand. "You need to be punished."

uh.....

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