Don't Let Go (A Student/Teacher Relationship)

Don't Let Go (A Student/Teacher Relationship) Part One

A/N Okay, so I know I'm already writing one of these but I'm not fussed on the way 'Almost No Secrets' is going. I much prefer this one so please give it a try as well!

Don't Let Go...


                 “Riley!” A voice called and I rolled my eyes, turning away from the car with a smile on my face, catching sight of him immediately. As he approached he let out a slow whistle through his teeth and I frowned at him. 

“What Logan?” I said, looking down at myself wondering what was wrong.

“When did you get so hot? Seriously, you look amazing! I didn’t recognise you for a minute.” It was true; I’d changed a lot this summer. For all my life I’d been the ‘geek with attitude’ Clever, but still back chatted teachers and spent a lot of time in detention. I’d lost the last of my childish puppy fat, leaving prominent curves and a slender, womanly figure in return. I had also gotten rid of the braces and now had a normal, if slightly crooked smile, and had switched my glasses for contacts. 

“I guess I grew up a bit” I said lamely, feeling awkward as his eyes raked my body. Since I’d filled out, I’d had to buy a whole new wardrobe including uniform and my navy skirt was now a lot shorter than any previous ones I’d had, since I was no longer ashamed of my legs. Our uniform was a bit trashy; white shirts with navy ties for the guys, tailored navy blazers with the school badge embroidered on the front and a navy skirt or trousers with knee socks. I wore my shirt tucked into a pleated, high waisted skirt with my blazer tucked in my bag, ready to be shoved straight in my locker for the remainder of the year. 

“You’re gonna have your hands full this year baby girl, the guys’ll be all over you!” He laughed, pulling me into a bear hug. I laughed and hugged him back, trying to breathe although his arms were crushing my ribs. 

“I doubt it, you seem to forget that I hang around with Brogan” Brogan is my best girl friend and she is unbelievably beautiful. She’s head cheerleader, with blonde hair and blue eyes, she must have had almost every guy have a crush on her in the past year or two. I had never tried out for cheer squad because I was slightly chubby and very self-conscious, despite Brogan's almost constant begging, but this year was going to be different and I intended at least going to tryouts.

“Nah, you’re prettier than her any day.”

“You would say that, she’s your sister” I laughed, bumping him with my shoulder as we walked, heading back towards the small trio that was unmistakably our best friends. 

“Hey Logan” Landon looked up and saw us walking along together and he stood up, his eyes bulging as they trailed down my body appreciatively. “Wow, Riley you look… different” I laughed at his shocked reaction, skipping forward a few steps and flinging myself into his surprised arms. 

“Is that a good thing?” I asked, laughing as he placed my feet back on the floor and let go of me.

“It’s most definitely a good thing. You look stunning, doesn’t she, Matt?” I turned to my other guy friend who was also on his feet, nodding rapidly. He didn’t say a word, just pulled me into his arms warmly, a smile on his tanned face. Last but not least, I was claimed by Brogan who practically jumped into my arms, causing me to laugh. Her red hair was shorter than it had been when I’d last seen her a few days before and her skin was tanned; it contrasted completely with my own. The bell rang and we all headed off to homeroom to collect our timetables. 

                 “Apparently the new English teacher is really hot. And he’s only twenty-one.” This was the latest gossip that had been travelling the school all day and I had rolled my eyes every time I heard some variation of it. Even if he was hot and twenty-one, it didn’t really matter; it’s not like he could date any of us. I was the only one who was legally an adult; today was my birthday, so I was eighteen as of thirteen minutes past four this morning. It surprised me that I’d got to last period without any of my friends mentioning it and I was in a bit of a bad mood because they hadn’t, not that I let them know, of course. I leant back in my chair at the desk, waiting for the ‘oh-so-sexy’ man to turn up to his lesson. I had my iPod in; no-one would notice I was listening to it now I had stopped wearing my hair tied back; another habit I’d thrown to the wind over the summer. Finally, after ten minutes of listening to music and doodling idly on the top of the desk, our teacher walked in and I was amazed to see that no-one had exaggerated his good looks. He had almost-long brown hair which looked a little windswept but was dead sexy in its messiness and tanned skin, his eyes were a crystal blue and when he looked up and met my shocked gaze with a sexy smirk, I was breathless. I couldn't help but look him up and down, even though I knew he was watching me. He managed to make even the shirt/trousers/tie combo that he was wearing look casual and sexy. His shirt was blue and made his eyes even deeper if that was possible. He had it rolled up to the elbows and a blue tie hung loose around his neck, with the top button of his shirt undone to reveal the very top of a tanned, muscular chest. It was obvious that he had muscles although they weren't overly dominant. His shirt hugged his abs though and I was amazed at how hot it looked, I honestly never thought such a handsome, sexy guy could exist.

                        “Good Afternoon class, I’m sorry I’m late, it won’t be a habit I swear! I’m Finn Evans but none of you are to use my first name, however old Mr. Evans makes me feel” He said, running his hands through his hair and messing it up slightly. “I want to use this lesson to try and get to know each of you so when I call your name I want you to tell everyone three facts about yourself.” He grinned, looking down at his computer screen and clicking a few buttons. “Oliviyah Baines…” I rolled my eyes, cranking the volume of my iPod up a bit to drown out the boring, patronising exercise he had us doing. Eventually, he reached my name and I sighed heavily.

“I’m Riley Yeager, I’m eighteen, I have two little brothers and a sister who I love more than life itself and I think these stupid introductory games are utterly ridiculous” I smiled sweetly, and he just raised an eyebrow at me. 

“Well, it’s always nice to be praised” He said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes, slumping down in my seat and flipping through songs on my iPod, trying to find one I wanted to listen to. “And Riley, I won’t have my students listening to music and drawing on the desks in my classes. Hand the iPod over please; you can have it back at the end of this lesson. Normally I would overlook this for just this lesson, but it seems like you’re going to be difficult.” He held his hand out expectantly and I just looked at him, incredulous.

“Jeez, so I’m actually going to have to listen to you now?” I sighed, pulling my earphone from my ear and trying to unthread it from where it was wound around my bra strap without it looking too strange.

“I think that’s kind of the point of being in school isn’t it? However ‘ridiculous’ it may be!” He smirked, crooking his fingers and I just glared at him. Finally I unwound the wire and wrapped it around my iPod, slamming it into his hand in an irritated fashion. “Thank you Miss Yeager.” He smiled, pushing the machine into his back pocket, much to my disgust. Landon took my hand under the desk, trying to calm me down since he could sense my irritation and Brogan, Logan and Matt were smiling at me, half amused and half sympathetic, from their various seats around the classroom. 

“So, since you all introduced yourselves, does anyone have any questions they want to ask me?” He continued, and I put my hand up immediately. He looked around and picked a few other hands; ones that asked stupid questions like ‘Are you Single? How old are you? How come you graduated so young?’ I really couldn’t be bothered with the whole falling all over him scene; I just kept my hand bolt upright, glaring at him angrily. Eventually he couldn’t ignore my hand any more and he turned to me with a resigned sigh; “Yes Riley?”

“Are you always this much of a jerk?” I said, my British accent sounding strong as I said the last word with great relish.

“Well, I’m not sure that’s appropriate Miss Yeager, but yeah, pretty much” He smirked and I huffed, rolling my eyes. “Anyone else?” There was no response other than my quiet muttering ‘See, no-one cares about your boring life’ that I was sure would get me a detention but I was so wound up by his unbelievable jerk complex that I really didn’t care. He just looked up at me, trying to suppress a smirk and I was once again left breathless by his stunning eyes. Damn, why did he have to be so freaking sexy?