1 moment I irreversibly fell in love with her.
And all these moments were a countdown to this moment. The moment I’ll come to a decision.
Call it a sixth sense, but I knew something was wrong when Mr. John called me to his office after my class a few days ago. I gave Eva a small smile as she looked at me with panicked eyes. We both had the same thought, same worry. And in my gut, I knew we were busted. I searched for the panic inside me, but I found none. I didn’t regret anything I’d done with Eva. I wished things were different and we weren’t a teacher and a student, but I didn’t regret.
Even though in the last few months I was the teacher, as I follow Mr. John in the hallway I was again the high school boy who got into trouble.
I waited without saying anything as Mr. John walked around his desk and sat in his chair. I didn’t sit on one of the chairs in front of his desk. If he was gonna judge me for something I didn’t regret, then I wanted to look at him from above. We stared at each other. I knew he was expecting me to ask, but I wasn’t going to do that.
After a minute or two, he chuckled, shaking his balding head.
“I can’t say I’m surprised,” he said finally.
Crossing my arms against my chest, I waited for him to continue.
“She’s trouble, that girl. But I warned you, Elijah.” His voice was smug.
When he realized I wouldn’t say anything, he finally had the decency to become serious.
“The school ground has cameras, Mr. Richards. The parking lot and the sports field." He licked his lips before smiling like a predator and adds, "You're not the only one who likes to do inappropriate things under the bleachers."
It was two weeks ago. I asked if Eva had anything she wished she experienced during high school. And being the sexy angel my Eva was, she said she’d never kissed under the bleachers.
That was where I took her.
It started simple, innocent. But our need for each other exploded the moment our lips touched, and the next thing I knew was we were getting rid of our clothes.
I gritted my teeth. My hands turned to fists.
I wanted to punch him.
I bet my truck on it, he liked to watch those “inappropriate things” while he jerks himself off.
I wasn't angry that we were caught. I was mad that this fucker had seen my beautiful Eva.
“What now?” I gritted out.
He shrugged. “I should write a report on it. I’m sure Miss Faye’s parents would get her out of this mess. They’re rich anyway. But I don’t think they’d have any mercy for you.”
I wanted to snort.
He had no idea how Eva’s parents were. I knew they wouldn’t care. If they were, that would be only for the sake of their name.
"But it's so messy," he continued. "I'd prefer to keep it a secret between us."
My hands flexed and tensed on my sides.
"Would you keep it a secret if I bring my resignation letter?"
He frowned.
“Young man… why would you want to do that? She’s just-”
“Don’t fucking finish that sentence!”
He swallowed but chuckled to hide his stress.
“Well… in that case, yes. There wouldn’t be any crime to report anyway.”