He Assigns Me Homework, Gives Me Detention, Then kisses me? WTF! **Teacher**

He Assigns Me Homework Gives Me Detention Then kisses me? WTF! **Teacher** 15

Sorry for such a long delay. I just lost my inspiration for this story but I have regained it! Here is a new chapter with ALOT of new info :)



My phone rang once more, bringing the total of calls from Isaac to 4. I had been sitting on my bed, staring at the wall in denial since I last spoke to him. The man posing as your teacher....Tristan Taylor. His words rang through my ears causing me to wince every so often in a delayed reaction. My father, the man who killed Tristan's father, sent Isaac to protect me? Who else was in on it? My mother, my friends...Tristian? The thought of Tristan hurting me made me sick. But going back and thinking about the times he got so angry...how he was so set on us being together. Was it all part of some revenge plot? I needed answers but sitting here in my room alone wasn't going to get them for me. I picked up my phone and began texting Isaac. "Meet me at the basketball court in twenty minutes." I hit send and ran downstairs before I could back out. It was close to midnight and my mom was fast asleep in her room. There was no way I was going to tell her what was going on. The last thing I needed was my over protective mother calling the cops. How could I tell her the truth if I didn't even know what that was? I took the car keys from her purse and snuck out the back door, making sure to keep the screen unlocked. I had my license but barely ever got the chance to drive since my mom always needed the car for work. But it was scary how natural it felt putting the car in neutral and pushing it down the driveway before starting up the engine. I got to the court in record time. It was strange that not so long ago Isaac had brought me here on our date. I looked at the blacktop washed in street lamp light, creating a nostalgic scene. I saw his bike propped up next to the picnic table we both sat on; Isaac no where to be found. I hesitantly got out of the car and made my way to the table. "Hey." I heard his voice behind me. I whipped around, slightly scared at his sudden appearance. He must have noticed because he put his hands up. "Sorry. I had to take a leak." He nodded his head to the surrounding trees. My nostrils flared as I took in his appearance. "How old are you?" I asked, skipping the formalities. "What?" He asked slightly laughing. "If you are a cop, then that means you probably went to college...and then the academy. So you are definitely not 18." I crossed my arms. "I'm 22." He said soberly. "And yes my name is Isaac." He said before I could ask. There was a brief moment of silence as I looked down at my ratty tennis shoes. "Tell me everything. I don't want to ask a million and one questions for the truth. So just start at the beginning...start with Tristan." I said softly, sitting on the bench. Isaac slowly approached, afraid that I would run if he moved too quickly. He sat down and folded his hands on the old wooden surface. "Ok." And then he began. "Tristan Taylor's father was named Holbrook Taylor. He was one of the most powerful crime leaders in NYC. Your father, Richard Parker, worked undercover for years in his crime ring." I thought back to the picture I had seen at Tristan's. A picture of my father and his surrounded by men all dressed in suits. "Your father, at the time, was one of the best field agents the FBI had. He gained Holbrooks trust and after years of working for him, he became one of Holbrooks most trusted advisors. That's when he began to feed everything to the FBI. But Holbrook became suspicious. His factories were getting busted by the Feds and a lot of his people were getting arrested. He figured out that your dad had something to do with this and he went after him. Your dad killed Holbrook Taylor...but he did it in self defense Andy." He softly grabbed my hand. I didn't even realize I had been shaking as he told the story of my father... A killer. "Holbrook Taylor was a horrible man, he did bad things to people. He deserved to die." The way he spoke with such anger I knew there was more to the story regarding Isaac, but I just nodded my head for him to continue. I needed to know this all now. "So when your dad killed Holbrook, he got released on a very early retirement in the witness protection program, a lot of Holbrooks friends and family were after him. So he moved here and this is Where he met your mom and had you. But after a few years his past caught up with him and he had to leave before they found out about you, because your safety was more important than his own." I felt my eyes burn with the tears threatening to escape. "But he never stopped watching you. He knew that contact wasn't an option, but he wanted you to be taken care of. He would send your mom money but she would send it back, refusing his help. So instead he sent you gifts, hoping that you would find some solace knowing that he thought of you." I snatched my hand from his and wiped my face clean of the betraying tears. "I don't care why he left or what he is doing. All I care about is why you are here." I crossed my arms. Isaac definitely did a good job making my dad out to seem like the good guy, but he still abandoned his family and I couldn't get over it... Not now at least. "Ok. Well, your dad caught wind that Holbrooks son, Tristan, was asking questions a few years back. He wanted revenge for his fathers death. But he didn't just want to kill your dad, he wanted him to be in pain. So he dug deep and found out about you. It took him a couple of years to do it but he did, and he didn't want to miss out on this opportunity. So he killed your teacher and took his place. It's no coincidence that the one class he teaches just so happens to be your class three times a day. Or that he hired your mother...or Sonny dying." I gasped and stood, pacing the wet grass. "So he's here for me? To do what exactly?" I folded my arms, anxious for the answer. "I don't know. That's what I am trying to figure out. All I know is that he wants your dad to hurt...he wants him to suffer and he knows that your dad loves you." "So my dad sent you? Why don't you just arrest Tristan." I asked angrily. "It's not so easy Andy. He... Hasn't done anything that we can prove. He's a clean slate. But I tried to get you to see him. I called the local cops when you were with him at the lake. I knew he would have something on him." The gun the police had found flashed through my mind. I had never thought about why his car had been searched. Everything was making sense. Why Isaac and Tristan hated each other so much, why Tristan was so dead set on us being together...it was too much for anyone to handle let alone a senior in high school. "Ok so you are undercover. My dad is a former agent that killed Tristan's father. Tristan is trying to kill me...or my dad or something in that regards and you started dating me...well you never told me that part yet." "Andy I was supposed to stay away; a silent observer. But as I started to see who you are and get to know you I couldn't help but want to know more. So I crossed that line. I kissed you and asked you out because I wanted to, not because of my job." His brown hair flopped over his forehead in a sexy way as his eyes searched mine. I swallowed, trying to wet my dry throat. "But you ended up doing more damage than good Isaac." I whispered. Suddenly I was wrapped in two strong arms. He held me close to his warm chest, a chest that I liked but couldn't help but crave the touch of another. I buried those feelings and snuggled into his chest, wrapping my own arms around his torso and letting out all the emotions I had building. The anger and betrayal, the fear and the sadness, I cried into shirt for a good thirty minutes before we parted. "I am so sorry you were hurt the other night. And I am even more sorry for the lies. Can you forgive me?" His green eyes were sincere and I nodded my head. I didn't need to add him to my enemies list. He was sent here for me...my own personal body guard, and at this point in time I needed him to stay that way. "I'm scared Isaac. What's going to happen with Tristan? I can't even imagine looking at him let alone spending three periods a day with him in school." I felt the beginning of a panic attack build up in my chest. "Don't worry. I called your dad. He's coming here and he's going to take care of it." "My dad is coming here?" "By the weekend. We just have to get through the next few days and Tristan Taylor will never be an issue again." "What's going to happen to him?" I couldn't stop myself from worrying. "Why?" For a moment sweet and caring Isaac was gone and replaced by the man I saw on the field. His hands tightened on my arms while he searched my face for any signs. "Just curious." I said hoping to feign innocence. "He's going to die Andy. That's the only way for this to end. You understand don't you?" He asked me, walking me back to my car. I nodded my heada dn unlocked the door. "I understand that he wants to hurt me. So do whatever you have to so that doesn't happen." Isaac smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm taking care of it and I'm taking care of you. Go home, sleep. And lay low in school tomorrow. Tristan can't know that you are on to him. If he even has the slightest idea, who knows what he will do." A seed of fear planted itself in my stomach and I paled at the thought of Tristan hurting me. But some part of my brain couldn't compute that thought. Tristan would never hurt me, it said. "Ok. Goodnight and thanks for protecting me." I smiled and started the car, leaving before he could answer. I drove home quickly, not wanting to be out on the roads this late. Every small movement out of the corner of my eye caused me to flinch in fear that someone was out in the woods, getting ready to shoot me. I got lost in my thoughts and didn't see the headlights in my rear view mirror. They gained on me and it was too late before I realized how close they were. I started to hyperventilate when I noticed the car was a truck... A familiar one at that. The truck pulled up to my side and Tristan glared from behind the glass. He rolled down his window. "Pull over" he yelled. I shook my head and sped up, but didn't get far before he was up on my side again. His face was contorted and angry. "Pull over now." He yelled. When I didn't listen, he slowly turned his truck closer to mine, almost hitting me. "What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed. "Pull over. I don't want to hurt you and I won't if you listen to me Andy." I cried and screamed at my steering wheel before pulling over to the side. I gripped my seat and squirmed when his truck stopped In front if mine. I watched with bated breath as Tristan... The man who wants to kills me... Got out of his truck and made his way to my car. He opened the door and waited for me to get out. I had expected him to grab me and violently drag me to the woods to finish the job, but he just stood there, his head low as he waited for me to get out. "Come on Andy, I won't hurt you." I slid out of my seat, now even more frightened without the metal car surrounding me. "What do you want?" I asked. "You didn't come back to class." He said. I furrowed my brows. "That's it? You almost ran me off the road because I didn't go to class?" I couldn't help but let the anger lace my words. "How did you even know where I was?" I crossed my arms, my voice stern. Suddenly Tristan reached for me. I flinched and almost took off running before he plucked something off my sweater and stood back, showing me a small black chip. "What's that?" I asked. He sighed and took a step closer to me. "It's a tracking device." I looked at the small chip and thought about how it got on me when I remembered the hug Tristan insisted we have... He had said we were friends. I felt my heart throb with the pain of betrayal. "Teachers don't typically use tracking devices do they?" I asked, trying to remember to keep up the charade. "It's also a radio." He said in response. A radio? He knew that I knew. I prepared to run and turned around, ready to scream when he grabbed me and pulled me against his chest. His hard body was pressed against mine; his hand over my mouth. "Shhh shhh. It's ok. Calm down." He rocked my body with his, trying to south me but instead it caused me to thrash even more violently. I felt a right pinch of a needle in my neck and screamed against the flesh of his palm; warm tears running down my face. "Andy, I'm not going to hurt you. Please calm down." He dragged me to his truck and pushed me into the passenger seat, shutting the door and making sure the child locks were in place. In a matter of seconds he was in the drivers seat, speeding off down the highway. I pressed myself against the door, but startetheir lose my balance in the seat as the car began to spin. Tristan leaned over and put back the seat, allowing me to lay down flat. It helped a little but I started to see spots and closed my eyes. "What did you do?" My tongue was heavy as I spoke. "I just have you something that is going to keep you calm and make you sleep." "You are going to kill me." My voice broke into a sob. "I am not going to kill you Andy. Just go to sleep." And with that I fell into a black abyss, my mind shutting down and my body falling limp. Sunlight poked through the windows onto my face. I slowly opened my eyes. They felt heavy and my throat was dry. It took me a full minute to get my eyes to stay open and actually look around. I was in a small one room cabin. Two windows were high and barred on my side, while a small kitchen was on the left. Where was I? The door opened and Tristan came in, bags if groceries in hand. He noticed my body, trying to move but restrained by the ropes on my wrists. "Good morning sunshine." He said, placing the bags on the table and unpacking the food. I breathed in slowly, realizing that I was trapped. I hadn't forgotten about Isaac or what happened after I met with him. "How long have I been here?" My voice was warbled and I coughed. Tristan poured a glass of water and approached me, taking his time before bringing the glass to my lips. I didn't refuse him and took greedy gulps of water, a few drops trickled Down my chin and dropped onto my chest. I noticed I was wearing just my camisole and shorts, my sweater was missing. Tristan watched as the water slowly trailed down between the crevice of my breasts and disappeared under the shirt. I felt warm as his eyes met mine finally after moments of silence. "Just since last night. It's afternoon now." He put the glass in the bedside table. "Where are we?" I looked around the unfamiliar cabin. "It's a small cabin somewhere in the animal sanctuary. It belonged to my family." I looked as far as I could out of the window. "Are we very far from town?" I asked. "Yes. Miles away from anyone. It's the perfect place for us." His soft voice caressed me, but his words frightened me. I began to pull at the restraints. "My mom is probably worried about me. Tristan you have to let me go." "I can't, you know I can't Andy." His hand was on my wrist and I tried to get away from him. "Don't touch me! Just fucking kill me then. What are you waiting for? Take your revenge and send my head on a silver platter to my father. That's what you want right?" I screamed at him. He leaned away from me and sighed, shaking his head. "What did that stupid prick do?" He muttered. "Andy you don't need to be scared of me. Yes your dad killed my father. Isaac was telling the truth. But he lied about everything else. Andy I'm a federal agent." I raised my brows. "Like I haven't heard that before."