Teach Me (Love Me) - By Alla Kar Page 0,6

for everyone to leave. Liam walked over and shut the door. “Well, this is awkward,” he said.

I glanced up. “I didn’t know you were a teacher. You don’t look like one,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t…I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to tell you that I’m a student. I just look older.”

Liam bit his lip and exhaled a huge sigh. “Well, I guess I didn’t come out and tell you either. It’s not a big deal or anything, I was just shocked to see you walk in. I think it probably raised some questions from the other students.”

I know it did. Half of the girls were staring at me the entire time. I waved my hand at him, giving him a shaky smile. “Nah, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I told Tyler I saw you at Java City and didn’t realize you were a student.”

“Is Tyler the kid that was sitting next to you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, he is one of Matt’s friends. I have a few classes with him, he is an English major, too.”

Liam clicked his tongue and finally smiled. “Well, I guess that’s all I need to know. I guess I’ll see you Friday?”

Grabbing my books, I squeeze them to my chest. “Okay, Liam…Mr. Downs,” I said, before dashing out of the classroom.

What. The. Fuck. I shook my head all the way down the stairs and into the writing center. Could this get any worse? I’d been checking out my teacher’s ass and I didn’t even know it. How could a teacher be this freaking hot? It’s not logical? They’re supposed to have spenders, loafers and comb overs. Not low rise jeans, boots and a fucking sexy smile.

I dropped my bag at the computer desk and sat in the rolling chair. I pulled up my homework for math and started on it. I worked as a tutor in the writing center, but when no one was there we’d do our homework or talk. I didn’t feel like talking, I might have screamed if I opened my mouth.

This semester is going to be torture.

Chapter Three

Liam

How could I be so stupid? Picking up my books, I walked out of my final class for the day and toward my Hummer. She was clearly a student. Her boyfriend played baseball, she lived in apartments right beside the college. Maybe I had wanted her to be available and my age so bad that I imagined her looking older.

I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. Way to fuck up everything, Liam. Way. To. Go.

“Excuse me,” someone said.

I turned and saw a woman standing behind me. Her hands were wrapped around the handle to a briefcase, and she was smiling ear to ear. Her reddish hair was combed back into a ponytail on the nape of her neck.

“Hi,” I said, clearly not in the mood to chat but I gave her a fake smile anyway. “Did you need something?” Can’t you see I’m day dreaming about my student’s ass? God, I sound like a perve.

“My name is Shay, I teach Literature here. You’re new, right? Liam Downs?”

Word travels fast. “That’s me. Nice to meet you Shay.”

She nodded. “I just wanted to introduce myself. Maybe some time when you’re free I can show you around campus.” She looked nervous, fidgeting with her briefcase, giving me a simple smile. She is probably your age. I fight the urge to close my eyes.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll take you up on that. I’ll see ya around,” I said before walking to my car. Shay was walking away when I glanced back up.

I rode the two minute drive to my house in silence. I listened to the passing cars, the football team run by and the birds. I took my time climbing up the stairs and faced room 203A for a second too long before turning toward my door. The door slammed opened and a short girl with brown hair stood eating a popsicle in front of me. It slipped from her grip and hit the floor.

“Damn it,” she mumbled bending over to get it.

“What are you doing out here?” I heard from inside Sarah’s apartment. She came to the doorway and stopped to look at me. “Oh hey, Liam—I mean Mr. Downs.”

I bit my tongue. If she calls me Mr. Downs one more freaking time. “Hi, Sarah. Nice to see you again.”

“I’m Jamie,” the brown haired girl said. I glanced in her direction, irritated that she interrupted us.

“Hi, Jamie.”

She grinned and Sarah grabbed