The Substitute

Nine

"Mr. Smith...?" I asked quietly, he jumped from the chair that he sat in, he turned to look at me,

"Yes Samantha?" He tried to fake a smile, but I knew that I really scared him. I giggled,

"Intense grading, eh? Sorry for scaring ya." I said smiling, he let out a half laugh half sigh then looked up at me,

"What do you need?" He asked finally,

"I was wondering if I could stay after school to work on my project, I'm kinda behind.." I mumbled the last part, he nodded,

"Sure. Sure. Just make sure you clean up your supplies, alright?" I smiled then turned to the back of the room,

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I looked up from my project to see Mr. Smith still locked to the computer, I concentrated back on my art.

"How long do you stay here?" I asked, not looking up from my artwork.

"As long as it takes..." He mumbled,

"Takes for what?" I asked, maybe I should stop asking questions.

There was a long silence, I looked up from my paper to see that he was sitting in the chair in front of me. I jumped out of my seat, and he laughed at me.

"Intense drawing, eh? Sorry for scaring ya." He grabbed my drawing and flipped it so he could look at it,

"This is nice, you should add some color though." He said examining my drawing, I shook my head.

"I don't color my art." He smiled,

"Try something different." he gestured,

"Tell me your first name." I smirked,

He sighed, "Adam." Then he smiled at me, nudging the palate towards me. I smiled a bit,

"Adam, that's a beautiful name." Wait, what was I saying? I need to stop. He's a teacher. I should stop.

But I don't want to stop.

"Samantha is a beautiful name, I don't understand why you don't like it." He bit on his nail,

"Maybe because I'm too busy liking you." I bit my lip, not noticing what I just said. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, lunging over the table to kiss him
softly.

His lips, his lips. Soft and pink, just slightly moist. Thin and relaxed but beautifully positioned. His lips.

"Samantha.. You can't do that." He said, almost in disgust. My heart sank. He wiped his lips slowly like he didn't want to.

"I- I'm-. I'm sorry." I slowly grabbed my drawing, I walked over to our class art rack, placing it in a slot. I looked back at him sadly while I cleaned my supplies. He just sat there, looking off into space.

"I'm gonna go now..." I whispered, standing in the doorway.

"Do you have a ride home?" He asked flatly, still staring into space.

"Um, yeah." I mumbled,

I lied.

"Good night." he spoke the last words,