A few days passed and I didn’t hear from Matt, until last night. But I’ve been spending every day with Declan and I’ve been laughing more than I did my entire life!
“You’re so bad at this!” he laughed at me as I have lost every game of poker so far.
“Yeah, laugh all you want to, but you’re not getting kissed afterwards.” I teased
“We might as well have made it strip poker” he winked.
“Shut up.” I threw in my hand of cards and got up to the kitchen to get a drink.
As I was filling a glass with Brandy I felt his hands on my waist wrapping me up and giving my left shoulder light kisses.
“Are you sure you need a drink that desperately?” he whispered
“Or I can just get drunk on your lips.” I flirted
“That could work” he spun me around and kissed me twice lightly “What’s bothering you?”
The text from Matt! “nothing.” I said instead
He looked straight into my eyes, doubting me but also trusting me and then I didn’t realize I was frowning until he thumb traced a crease between my eyebrows.
I sighed “Matthew sent me a text last night… well a couple actually.” I avoided his eyes.
“Saying what?”
“I love you; I’m in love with you, Cordelia.’ That’s one and then the other said ‘baby girl just let me show you how much’”
He stayed silent for a minute as I stood in front of him impatiently.
“What are you thinking?” I asked desperately
“That we should report him to the school board,”
“Not an option!” I disagreed “My name’s on the line as well. They’ll look at me like I’m a… a…” I couldn’t even say it let alone think it before the tears started to fall.
Before I could even wipe them off, Declan had wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly, kissing the top of my head. “It’s okay, baby, shh, you’re okay.”
I cried hard, feeling nausea in every cell of my being, and dropped to my knees, forcing him with me to the floor, still wrapped up in him.
How could I have ever led him on? Someone that much older than me? It’s still sickens me to think of the whole thing.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be! He’s the pig here. What a mutt!” he ran his fingers through my hair soothingly. “Baby, please stop crying…”
I let out a few shuddered breaths trying to calm down.
“Here’s what we’ll do, we’ll get you a new number and talk to your guidance counselor into changing your instructor.”
“Would that work?” I rasped out a bit hopeful
“Yeah, sure it will. Not get up, wash your face and get a cup for water.” He helped me up and I made my way to the bathroom.
Once I redeemed what’s left of my energy I went back to the living room, feeling my eyes swollen.
“I feel sick.”
“Come on, let’s go for a ride.” He shuffled for his keys and led us to his car. I got in and he started the engine. “Try to fall asleep,” he suggested and I nodded.
I watched as all the streets lights turned on replacing the heavy light of the day, we drove and drove for what felt like hours before I finally gave in and closed my eyes. As I was dozing off I heard him whisper “You’ll be all right, baby, I’m right here… and I love you.”
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Could It Be True Love? (teacher/student love story)
RomanceCordelia Wells, a 16 year old girl who is blinded by the love she holds for her hot chemistry teacher. He flirts with her quite often. And she starts to believe he truly has feelings for her, because of the honey-like words that he says. But she's s...
