After showering and dressing, I walked downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen drinking coffee. I slowly walked in and sat across from her. "Mom,"
She stared at me. I exhaled. "Listen mom, I love you. I respect you. I care about your opinion and about you in general. I know I've been lying to you but I have to tell you something. No matter what you say, it's not going to make a difference. I will not stop seeing my boyfriend."
"I'm not done yet." I interrupt her. She seems shocked but she sits back and let me continue.
"I am in love. I don't know how he feels but I know how I feel and nothing you say is going to change that."
My mom raises her eyebrows. "Nothing?" She asks.
"Nothing." I confirmed.
She sits up and sighs. "I know you're young and you want to explore the wonders of boys or whatever but honey, you're so young. Are you positive you're in love?"
"Yes." I answer.
She sighs. "Answer me this, did you have sex with him?"
I look down to the floor blushing.
"That's why, baby. You're not in love. You always feel an emotional connection to your first because he introduces you to an intimate feeling you've never felt before. Take it from someone who knows.
I thought I was in love with your dad. It took him two days to leave me after that night he got me pregnant with you. And who did he leave me for? Your best friend's mother. Then he went off to Chicago to never be seen of heard from again. You're very young but that can happen to you."
"Chris cares about me, mom."
"Ho old is he?" She asks. Why did that matter. "Why?" I asks.
"I just want to know."
"He's nineteen. I'm going to be eighteen in a few months. Not a big age difference. I have to go to school now." I get up and push the chair in.
I turn to her. "What?" I asked.
"Is there really nothing I can say to prevent this?"
"There's nothing, mom." I said shrugging. She nodded. "Okay then." She sits back in her chair and I suddenly feel bad for going all dominate on her but I suck it up and go of to school.
She basically just confirmed that I can resume seeing Chris and this excites me.
I have a face splitting smile on my face as I enter the building and I see him in the hallway.
"Hi." I whisper. He looks down at me and smile. "Hi. Want to go talk?" he asked.
I nod and he gestured for me to follow him.
We go into his classroom and he closes the door quietly.
"So I told my mom that I will continue seeing you."
"And what did she say?" He asked.
"Nothing. I told her there was nothing she can do and she said Okay." I said.
He leans against the desk looking at my body and smiling as his eyes meet mine. "So she's okay with it all?"
"She knows we had sex. She just doesn't know your age or that you're my teacher."
He sighs. "Damn this is messed up."
"Having regrets?' I asked. He shakes his head immediately. He stands up straight and come to me so he's looking directly down at me. I can smell his cologne.
"I don't regret anything I've done with….or to you." He whispers.
I bite my lip and look to the door and then back up into his eyes.
"Kiss me." I whispered.
He sighs. "You're really going to get me in trouble aren't you?"
I smile innocently and he dips his head down to kiss me. He presses me against the tables and picks me up and put me on it.
I feel like ripping his clothes off but I don't. It's school, I have to relax.
He's pulls away too soon and I'm left wanting more.
"You're about to get yourself in trouble, Mr. Kidner." I whispered against his lips.
"The cameras do not work in this room, Miss Wesley." He whispered back and enveloped my lips with his. This excites me more.
"But we still have to stop." He whispered as he pulled away.
I pout and he smiles. "I know. I know. It kills me too."
I get off of the desk and stare at Chris. He stare back at me. "Do you have the permission slip to g that museum of so called modern art on Friday?"
I shake my head. "I don't care for the museum." I said.
"I'll be there. Is that reason enough to go?" He asks.
I bite my lip and blush. "Maybe." I said.
He smiles then turns to his desk. He grabs a sheet of paper and hands it to me. "Have your mother sign that then bring it back to me in the morning."
"Okay." I say.
"Class will start soon."
"Alright. I'm off to Geometry." I lean up and kiss him once more before opening the door and shutting it.
I feel like a naughty little school girl.
Hey, I am. I'm Chris's naughty little school girl and its hot.
In Geometry, Gina was completely distracted. Not really talking to nor really ignoring me. I know that it was my fault that she lied to my mom and hers. So she's probably mad at me.
I don't know how to fix it though.
"Are you mad?" I whisper to her.
"No." She answers. She says it in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm sorry. If you want to tell then tell."
She scoffs and looks to me. "No. I'm your best friend. I wouldn't do that, Dakota."
"Then stop being mad at me."
"I'm not mad."
"Miss Wesley, Miss Valerie, is there anything the both of you would like to share?"
We both shook our heads at the teacher.
He scowled at us and went back to talking about some problems in the book.
Chemistry killed me. Gina wasn't talking to me and it made me upset. She just told me she wasn't mad yet she wasn't speaking to me at all. I didn't want to keep bothering her about it. So I ignored it as she ignored me.
When we had to choose partners for an experiment, she chose Jane and another girl I know she hates. Seriously?
I had to work with tow other people I don't normally talk to so it was hard and rather awkward.
Even in the lunch room, there was tension. She used her fork to roll her peas back and forth but said nothing.
"If you're not mad at me, Gina, what's on your mind because you're not normally like this."
"Nothing's on my mind. It's just…how far will this thing with Mr. Kidner go? Are you going to move in with him? Get married and have kids?"
"I'm only seventeen. Why would I think about that?"
"It'll kill your mom if she finds out you're doing it to a teacher." She whispered.
"She doesn't ever have to know, Gina. She's been controlling me my whole life. I'll be eighteen soon. I won't have to live under her rules and I'll be free."
"I just don't want you to get too carried away."
"You sound like her now. And I love you for wanting to protect me but I love him. He's what I need. Please understand that and accept it." I said.
Gina sighs and nods. "I can accept it. He is a hot piece of ass." She says blushing.
"You are so not a Christian. You cuss every few seconds."
"Be quiet." I reminded her. She nodded and continued eating.
I was glad to have old Gina back.
After lunch and phys ed, it was English time. Me and Gina both walk in and he smiles at us. "Hey, go get a book from the shelf and turn to page five hundred. Answer all the questions." He said.
"Mr. Kidner," Gina said handing me a book.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Since you're messing around with my best friend and I'm keeping it a secret, why don't you boost up my grade?"
His eyebrow raises. "Are you black mailing me?"
"No. I just need an A in here."
"You already have a B in here, Miss Valerie."
"My mom is strict with grades." Gina said rolling her eyes. Chris nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He finally said.
I look to him and he winks at me and I smile and look down to my work.
More of the class walks in talking loudly and Chris gets loud with them. They quiet down almost immediately and I smile at the domination he has over them and me.
He goes into details about the test we'll have next week. "If you don't study, then that's on you" He says.
A girl raises her hand and he points to her.
She puts her hand down. "What if some people do study and they still fail?" She asked.
"Good question. Next?" He asked looking around the class and they fell into laughter.
The bell rang and all the kids got up talking and laughing. Gina looked to me. "I know the procedure now." she said.
I roll my eyes at her as she exit's the classroom closing the door as she does.
"I might need help to study on the test." I said.
Chris smiles giving me a wicked grin. "I think I have something that can help you stay focused." He whispers. His finger trails from my lips, down to my inner thigh and he looks at me. "Nervous?"
"Don't be, baby. You'll do fine. I won't rig the test for you but I will tell you this, I believe that you can pass. All you have to do is recall everything you learned in the tenth grade."
"I don't recall anything. My teacher was a seventy year old bald guy with yellow teeth."
"That's not something you want to see everyday."
"Tell me about it." I said giggling. He smiles. "So I'll see you tomorrow."
I nod. "You'll see me." I promised.
He smiles warmly as I make my way to leave.
Things are going great so far. My mom kind of but kind of doesn't accept.
Me and Gina are friends.
She's keeping the secret.
Me and Chris are happy. I just hope nothing comes in to mess it up.