This is part 3 of my first story. I would suggest reading part 1 and 2 first. Please tell me what you think! :) All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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'I should've considered what would happen after words if I slept with Mr. Johnson. I just did it without thinking. Now there's an awkward conversation coming about where we stand. I know he doesn't regret what we did. He didn't give me that impression yesterday. The question is, does he want to continue seeing me. And if he does, then as what? Just a fuck buddy? Or his girlfriend? God, I really hope girlfriend.'
The sound of a whistle blowing interrupted my thoughts and deafened my ears.
Everyone around me started running forward and I followed. I was breathing hard and beads of sweat were forming on my forehead as we jogged around the track. My eyes kept darting to Mr. Rogers who was watching us with his bulky arms crossed over his equally bulky chest and his eyebrows scrunched together from the sun beaming into his eyes. I was pretty sure that he hadn't ratted out Mr. Johnson seeing as how everything seemed normal at school and I didn't get any calls down to the principal's office. Although, it was only yesterday that he caught us, it didn't mean that he wouldn't, so I didn't feel safe yet. But there was nothing I could do. Just had to act normal and wait and see what happens. I had dreaded going to P.E. that day. There was no doubt in my mind that Mr. Rogers had recognized me the day before, and even though I was pretty sure he wouldn't bring up what happened, I knew class with him would be awkward none the less.
The pack started to slow as we finished our two laps. I wiped the sweat off my face and tightened my ponytail as Mr. Rogers explained what game we would be playing that day. Kickball. He had us all line up side by side to tell us which team we would be on. Working his way down the line, he tapped each person on the shoulder and said either red or blue. There was so much tension in the air and I was so nervous that when he tapped me I jumped slightly. After he finished there was another whistle blow and we made our way to the playing field. I was on the red team so I joined the line of people waiting to kick while the blue team spread out among the field.
There was a long gap between where the lined formed and where you kick the ball. Mr. Rogers stood a few feet to the left of that spot as he watched the game. Every now and then he'd yell out instructions, praises, and some scoldings. Eventually the girl in front of me walked up to take her turn. The ball went pretty far and she took off running. All of the sudden Mr. Rogers turned around and locked eyes with me. He started walking towards me. My eyes darted back and forth from his eyes to the grass as he got closer and closer.
"Your up Julie." He said as he passed me.
'Oh god.' I thought. 'So awkward.'
When the game ended we went to the locker room. I was happy to finally be free of him and be in air conditioning again! I freshened up and got re dressed right in time for the bell to ring. I shut my locker and headed to lunch with a smiling face and a growling stomach. Sitting and laughing with all my friends was a nice escape from all my drama while I enjoyed a turkey sandwich. Sitting across from me was my best friend Allison.
"Hi Mr. Johnson." She suddenly said cheerfully.
I realized that he was behind me since she was looking above me. He put his fists on our table on both sides of me trapping me between his arms as he leaned over me. I couldn't see his face with him hovering right above me like that, only his arms. His cologne encased me and for a second, brought my mind back to where I was and what I was doing when I last smelt it on him.
"Hello Mrs. Walters, hows everyone doing today?" He said casually.
He started small talking with the people he knew and was clearly ignoring me on purpose. But he didn't need to say anything. Him teasing me with his body language was hello enough. I had to take a bite of my sandwich to stop myself from smiling. As I was chewing I looked over and noticed that the knuckles on his right hand were all swollen and bruised. I knew they weren't like that yesterday. I made a note to myself to ask him about that later as he said bye to everyone and walked off.
After lunch and two more classes, it was finally my favorite time of the day, his class.
"Afternoon Mrs. Henderson." He said smiling as I came to the door.
"Hi Mr. Johnson." I smiled back.
Trying to focus on what he was saying in class was almost impossible. It must of have been hard for him too seeing as how he looked at me like 5 times during his lecture. I was almost relieved when we had to start our class work. Although it was kind of difficult since I hadn't been paying attention to how to do it. I rested my head on my hand and glanced up at him writing something at his desk. I started thinking about the fact that I didn't know how to do the assignment but he did. It reminded me that he had already been through college and stuff. And I admired how smart he was. Then I silently laughed at how serious he looked writing whatever it was he was writing at his desk knowing we had sex on it 24 hours ago. Not even 5 minuets later looked at him again and he had stopped writing. He was leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head and was already staring at me too. We smiled at each other. I really tried to get back to my work but after reading the same sentence like 10 times I looked at him again. He was in the same position but was looking off into space. He seemed to be really deep in thought about something...
When the bell finally rang I packed up my things slowly so that I would be the last to get up and noone would see that I didn't leave. After the last person left I walked up to his desk. He was shuffling a bunch of papers around like he was getting ready to leave too.
"Hey." I said cautiously.
"Hey." He repeated sweetly.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked around his desk to me.
"How are you doing?" He asked seductively while waggling his eyebrows.
"Pretty good." I answered quietly. It's amazing how you can do something so intimate with someone but still feel shy around them. "You wanted to talk to me, right?"
"Yeah." He answered, then sat on his desk in front of me and took my hands in his, holding them together inbetween us.
"About yesterday...I...I shouldn't have done that." He said.
Well that cut me like a knife.
"I've just been thinking about it for so long...and when I heard you turned 18...I just...couldn't stop myself." He explained.
"Oh." I said quietly. "So you don't want to see me anymore."
"Oh hell yeah." He said firmly with a confused look on his face.
He must have seen that I was confused too.
"Sorry..." He said while rubbing his thumbs over my hands and his lightening his tone.
"What I was trying to say was...yeah it shouldn't have happened, I shouldn't have broken that student teacher boundary. But I did. Damage is done." He laughed.
He lifted our hands and started playfully lacing our fingers in and out.
"No point in stopping now." He continued. "As long as we don't get caught...again."
Happiness flowed through me.
"Oh okay." I said and smiled big. "I agree."
I was just about to ask about Mr. Rogers when he took a deep breath and let go of my hands and folded his in his lap.
"But uh...that doesn't mean we can actually...you know, date." He said cautiously.
Good feeling gone.
"I'm sorry." He said as he stood up. "I mean...I have feelings for you. And god, I'm so attracted to you." He said as he rubbed his face. "But having to hide it all the time and us not being able to meet each others family or friends and stuff. And more importantly, our age difference...it's just not an ideal relationship, you know?"
I was staring at the floor while I listened. A part of me was in a way happy that he actually considered it. It could've not even crossed his mind. But most of me was sad and hurt.
