The Teacher Is A Bad Ass [Student/Teacher Love Story]

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Chris's POV

He started bouncing up and down on my bed aggravating me nonstop. While he wasn't paying attention I reached under my bed and grabbed my cross bow rifle pointing it towards his head.

"Freeze, sucka' I've got you now step away from the bed and get the fudge out of my house!" I felt triumphant until he turned around and gave me a devilish smirk. "You wouldn't dare" his blinding was trying to throw me off.

"I do dare."

He grabbed my wrist gently taking ahold of the rifle. I grabbed his hand to let go but he snaked his other arm around my waist. The tingles that went through my body made me feel weak. My breath was caught in my throat and I became lost in his captivating green eyes. Mark took that opportunity to take the rifle and place it on the floor.

I began to hide under my bed sheets when he pulled the comforter off of me. I panicked when I realized I was in nothing but a t-shirt and boy shorts. I saw the lust grow in his eyes and I blushed furiously.

With his arm still around my waist laid me down on the bed hovering above me supporting most of his weight.

"Ms. Williams may I ask why your sleeping like this?" He licked his lips in anticipation. The way his eyes were looking at me I saw he was planning something. I brought my knee up to hit him in the balls but he crossed my knees under his legs so I couldn't move.

"You fucking bastard! How in hell did you do that!" I was furious and he knew it so he ticked me off more by just smiling.

I looked at him with all the hate in the world. I tried to squirm from underneath him but the bastard said cockily "Why, are you trying to leave? Enjoy the view I know I am."

"Why, and how did you get in my house!"

He smiled cheekily "Your mom gave me a key now just relax."

"No, I want you to-"

He cut me off by placing small kisses along my jaw line. I could feel my skin burning at every kiss. He worked his way up to my cheek. He was taking my breath away and I didn't know why.

"Please....stop" I said breathlessly I couldn't take it. The one place I wanted him to kiss he wouldn't do it.

"WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!"

He started kissing closer to my lips and I closed my eyes. I cringed at the thought of him taking my first kiss. I started to feel eager, maybe him kissing me wouldn't be so bad. When I finally opened my eyes he wasn't on top of me. He wasn't even in the room.

"Damn it was I dreaming!"

But why did it all feel so real? I could still the blush on my face so I walked to the bathroom splashing some cold water on my burning cheeks. I brushed my teeth and put my long dirty blonde hair in pigtails. I went to my dresser and put on a black short sleeve shirt with gir on it. I found some black shorts that stopped mid-thigh.

I grabbed my boot slippers and put those on. I began walking down the stairs towards the living room when I saw a sight that broke my heart.

Mark had his hands in his hair, and when he looked up at me I saw sadness in his eyes. I leaned against the doorframe staring at him in awe. I was trying to figure out what was wrong with him?

Mark's POV

When she closed her eyes I saw the look of disgust on her face. That's the one thing in my whole life that hurt me the most. I wouldn't be able to stand seeing her everyday if she hated me that much. It killed me to leave her but I crept off of her leaving her room.