Not In That Way // Niley (Oneshot) ➸ student/teacher a.u

Is It Wrong?

In a matter of seconds he had stepped into my space and grabbed me by the waist.

"What are you doing?!" I shrieked, pushing him away with all my force.

"I have to tell you something and it's not easy to say," He said carefully.

I backed away even more, creating more distance between us. "I really don't want to hear anything you have to say, okay? You made everything—everything—clear to me the other night."

"You don't understand—"

"No, you need to stop fucking with my head, okay? If I'm just a student to you then stop pulling me back in and make me feel like I'm more than that."

"That's what I need to tell you, alright? I'm...I don't know , you confuse me."

"I confuse you?" I demanded.

"I just...can't stop thinking about you."

My heart dropped and fluttered at the same time. "You have to go," I said quickly, I knew better than to let him in again. I'm not stupid, I doubt I even trust him anymore. I feel like what he said is just more trouble, and I shouldn't be flattered by it, I should be scared. Before he could object I had closed the door—not all the way because he stopped me and pulled the door open again.

"Get away!" I shrieked, if I was sane I would be scared, my English teacher basically wouldn't let me get away from him and holding my back door to stop me. If I ran in I'm scared he'll come after me and rape me and kill me. Dramatic, I know, but it was possible. I mean, he could be a crazy person?

"Miley, just hear me out," He said softly but he was stopping my door with all his power.

"No! Leave my property or I'll call the police!"

He stopped trying to hold my door and sighed, but I foolishly didn't close my door and lock it, I just stared at him through the opening. He looked defeated. "Okay, I'm sorry I scared you." He said softly "I'm sorry also for all the things I did to you...can we talk, please?"

I shook my head violently. "You've said enough already."

"Come on, don't be so cold." He said.

I sighed, he looked so harmless. His eyebrows furrowed, he looked so sorry, there was a pleading look in his eyes. How could I say no? "Okay, talk." I said, the door still halfway closed.

He stammered, looking around my back yard as if he was going to find the words he wanted to say. "You're...You're my student—"

"Not this again!" I cut him off angrily and impatiently.

"Listen," He sighed "You are my student, okay? And it was fine until...we got involved, and then I knew that there shouldn't be anything between us because we could get in serious trouble, so I dismissed it, I know I didn't do it in the best way or even the right way—but I did it. And then I thought that it's my fault...because I couldn't resist you and I wanted you, I somehow wanted you instanly when you told me you were in love with me."

I stared at him patiently, waiting for him to continue, he paced back and forth in small circles, not knowing which words to say, I opened my door a little more to really see him. "The thing is, Miley, I...I do like you, and I like you so much that I created this chaos, but I know that it's wrong...like really wrong and, God, I—It's so hard to say,"

"Just say it," I pressed.

"I like you, not as a student, and this feeling...it just drives me crazy and—It just scares me because I'm really not supposed to like you and it's wrong and I keep doing things that hurt you to get rid of you...when I don't want to get rid of you. I thought that after the first time—you know when I told you I didn't love you that way, it will go away, but then you were somehow in my apartment and I couldn't hold back and the feeling was growing and it scared me even more..."