Teach Me (Love Me) - By Alla Kar Page 0,20

I was talking like an adult.

“Well, anyway. I’m heading to bed. I have to open in the morning. Love ya.” Cody walked toward his room and I got up once I heard the door shut. I dug my cell out of my pocket and called Jamie.

It went straight to voicemail. What is wrong with her? I checked my messages and I had one from my mom and two from Matt. They lost their game and was heading back to school tonight. I groaned. I got up and walked into my bathroom. I didn’t need to deal with Matt right then. I had just made out with my teacher, and my best friend was mad at me. Not to mention, I needed sleep. I wiped my makeup off and slipped under the covers. Zeus jumped up beside me, curling in behind my legs.

It only took me a couple of minutes to drift off, dreaming about Liam’s hands on me.

When I woke up the next morning Matt wasn’t beside me. It was shocking but I was kind of glad that he wasn’t there. It was eleven so Cody would already be at work. I took a shower, pulled my hair into a sloppy bun and grabbed my backpack. I had a writing assignment due next week and I hadn’t started.

I didn’t really need to go to the library but I went anyway, just to get out of the apartment. I fought the urge to walk over to Liam’s apartment. I didn’t think I needed to see him so soon. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I couldn’t believe my lack of self-control. I was sure everyone would hate me if they knew I was interested in my teacher.

I rolled down my windows and let the wind numb me on the way to the library. After driving around for ten minutes, I caught a car pulling out of the library parking lot. I slid in after him. The library was deserted, so I grabbed a table on the second floor. I pulled out my notebook and started writing. I loved to write, but sometimes I would get carried away. Before I knew what I was doing, I had described Liam perfectly on paper. I bit my lip and started to tear the paper. “No,” I whispered to myself. “No one would know. My teacher would be the only person reading, and it wasn’t like she would piece my hero of the story to Liam.

I continued writing, describing his gray eyes, the freckle on his chin, the strong line of his jaw. Thirty minutes later, I had a short (fictional) story written about a girl seriously attracted to this guy. I almost laughed at myself. This is pathetic.

“Hi, Sarah,” I heard from in front of me. I looked up at Ms. Shay. She was giving me this small smile, gesturing toward the chair across from me. Really? You can’t find one more seat in the damned empty library?

“Sure,” I said, turning the page so that she didn’t see anything and piece them together.

“How are you?” she asked, still staring at me.

I glance up at her brown eyes, they were narrowed. “Fine, you?”

“Great. Are you okay from last night? You seemed…flustered when I came into the bathroom. What happened?”

None of your damned business. Of course I couldn’t say that to a teacher. “My boyfriend broke up with me,” I blurted out. It was the first thing that came to my mind.

I tugged on the end of my blonde ponytail. “So sorry,” she said, biting her lip. Yeah, you look really sorry.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, chewing on the end of my pen.

“Look, Sarah. We need to cut the crap, okay? I’m sorry that your boyfriend broke up with you, but I know you like Liam. I can see the way you look at him.”

I fought the urge to let my eyes widened. Instead, I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. “He’s my teacher, Ms. Shay. What are you insinuating?”

I heard her grit her teeth from the other side of the table. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around some book and her chin tilted into the air. “Don’t play coy with me, Ms. Thomas. I know he’s young. I know he’s good-looking, and I know you’re after him. Don’t let me catch you alone with him again. Or I’ll sing like a canary.”

My jaw almost fell to the floor. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, but I would appreciate if you left me alone.