Mark X Reader~ My New Teacher

Chapter five

The next month was pretty boring. We kissed once more after class, but nothing more. I wanted him. But again... I have to remember he's my teacher. This is wrong. But I love it.

One day after class, he called me to his desk.

"Yes Mark?", I asked. I have become more comfortable with calling him that.

"I'd like you to come to my house.", he said.

"Hmmm, I don't know..."

"Why not? We can just hang out. I just want to be around you."

"That's sweet, and I love being with you too, but... hold on. Let's back this up. What are we?", I asked. It seemed like a simple question.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we a couple? Or not?"

"We can be whatever you want us to be. I'd love to be your boyfriend."

"And I'd love to be your girlfriend, but-"

"So? What are we waiting for?", he said, standing. He took both of my hands and kissed my forehead. We smiled and gazed in each other's eyes. I wish I could accept this.

"Mark...", I said, looking down and releasing our hands. "I'm your student. I don't think this is right."

"I'll quit my job for you, (Y/N)."

I couldn't believe he would do that... for me! He'd be willing to give up his job just for me. "Well, that's very sweet, but I would never make you change a major factor in your life just for me."

"But that's just it. I want to."

"Mark, I...", I stumbled, trying to find the words.

"Don't do this to me, (Y/N). You know deep inside you that you want this. And I'll go through anything to make it happen. I'll stay with you no matter what. Through thick and thin. There are times when I wish I could just throw this life away and start over... with you. If I wasn't in this position, would you accept it? Would you love me? Because, (Y/N), I love you."

I burst out in tears. I loved him too. I just couldn't find it in me to say it out loud. But I wanted him so bad... I wanted to love him so bad...

I buried my face deep in his shirt. I could feel him sobbing as well. We held each other as tight as we could. We wanted this so bad. No- we needed this.

I went to his house after school, as he asked before. We walked into his apartment. He scrambled to pick up a pile of dirty clothes. I giggled.

"What's so funny? I just haven't done the laundry...", he said, bringing the clothes to the laundry bin next to the washer and dryer.

I looked around. There was a flat screen on a table on one wall, with a couch in front and a coffee table in between. The kitchen had an island counter in the middle with the basic kitchen appliances around it. There was a high ceiling above the TV and couch, and a lower one above the kitchen. There was a beautiful spiral staircase leading upstairs, which I obviously had no idea what was up there since I haven't been here.

"So... are you hungry?", he asked.

"Nah, not right now."

"... watch this!"

He performed a running jump over the couch and landed on the couch facing the TV. He patted the spot next to him, inviting me to come sit. I laughed at his acrobatics and took a seat. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "So, what do you want to watch?"

"Do you have Netflix?"

"Of course. Who doesn't have Netflix??"

I shrugged. We flipped through movies until we found one we both loved.

About 15 mins into the movie, he put his arm around me. I smirked and scooted closer to him. I then thought about this. I'm cuddling with my English college teacher. Oh well, he already declared his love so I guess this wasn't weird.

When the credits started rolling, I yawned.

"Are you tired?", he asked.

"Yeah kinda." I just realized that he drove me here... so my car is at the dorms... so I don't have a way to get there... oh crap.

"Well, my beds pretty big. We can share or I can sleep on the couch if you're not comfortable.", he offered.

"No no no! I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed. Sharing is fine. It's not like we're strangers anymore.", I said, smirking.

He smiled at me. "Ok let's go."