Teach Me (Love Me) - By Alla Kar Page 0,13

in a true southern accent. She fluttered her lashes and kicked her foot against the front of my desk.

Oh, Jesus. “That’s too bad. His loss,” I said, looking down at my papers.

“You’re pretty young, aren’t you, Mr. Downs?”

I gritted my teeth. Get your cleavage out of my face, kid. “Well--,”

“Ouch,” the girl yelled, looking back over her shoulder. Sarah was standing behind her. “Why’d you do that for?” she asked, reaching down to pick up her books. She’d knocked them out of her hand?

Sarah’s green eyes never left mine. She gnawed at her lip with her teeth before storming off toward her seat. My stomach tightened. The girl stood back up, jabbed her finger toward Sarah and rolled her eyes before sitting as far away from her as she could.

What. The. Fuck. She can’t do that. She went and made out with Matt and another student can’t even talk to me. Regardless that she was flirting, it shouldn’t matter. God! I wanted to grab her and kiss her. Take her somewhere I was sure Matt couldn’t.

She kept her eyes down on her notes the entire period. Tyler tried to make conversations with her, but she smiled and continued ‘pretending’ to read. I went over their map test for next week and gave them the next map to look over. We were going over the UK next week. I dug up some facts and decided I’d give it to them as a bonus for the next test.

“Okay, class. Test next Wednesday study those maps for me,” I said, sliding my papers in my grade book. “Sarah, can I speak with you?” I asked, and I could see most of the class staring at me.

“Yes, Mr. Downs,” she said. My jaw clenched. Mr. Downs. I wanted to strangle her. I hated when she called me that.

I waited patiently for the rest of the class to leave. Sarah walked up to my desk and I noticed her shirt for the first time. It was low-cut, her breasts hanging over the silky camisole underneath. Damn it. “Um,” I cleared my throat. “May I ask why you decided it was a good idea to throw her books down?”

Sarah pressed her teeth into her lip and I swear she was trying not to laugh. “It was an accident, Mr. Downs,” she said, her voice as silky as her blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders.

I gripped my rolling chair and stood up. “Cut the crap, Sarah. I know you did it on purpose,” I said.

She narrowed her green eyes and pushed the strap of her bag up her shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was an accident, Mr. Downs.”

“Stop calling me that,” I said through my teeth, walking around the desk to stand in front of her.

She glared up at me, her breathing heavy. Was she mad at me? Obviously? But why? She had agreed that this was too risky. But looking at her stern face, I knew she was mad and she looked hot as hell, too.

“Why? Mr. Downs. That’s your name isn’t it?”

Biting the inside of my lip, I kept myself from bending her over my table and making her scream my name. “Sarah--,.”

“Liam?” I heard from behind me. I turned around, my eyes wide like I’d been caught actually doing what I wanted to do.

Shay stood behind me by the door, arm wrapped around her books. She smiled, and pushed her red hair from her shoulder. “Is this a bad time?”

Yes. “No, what is it?” I asked my voice a little too bitter. I tried to give her a smile to ease the worried look on her face. She bought it.

She glanced over at Sarah gave her a small smile and I swear her cheeks turned red. “I’m going to Monroe tonight and thought I would show you around. Are you interested?”

She glanced up at me, brown eyes wide. I could feel Sarah behind me, and I knew I was being immature but I had to get Sarah out of my head. “Sure, you want me to pick you up at seven?”

Sarah

I wanted to punch Raggedy Ann in her fucking head. She smiled, wrote down her name, address and phone number on a piece of paper. She waved at me, but I gave her my best go straight to hell and never come back look.

“Okay,” Liam turned to me. His gray eyes were watching me closely. He was doing this on purpose. But I didn’t give him time to say