I fucked my English teacher

 The bell rang for the end of Media Lit class. As I pack my things up, Mister Laslavic motions for me to go to his desk. I walked over cautiously. He never wants to talk to me after class.

 “I need you to stay after class for a minute, is that okay?” he says to me.

 “Well…I mean I have lunch this period,” I said slowly.

 “I won’t take long I swear,” he smiled.

 He waits for the classroom to empty  before he asked me to shut his door. I closed it like he asked as went back over to his desk. 

 “Do you have your agenda?” 

 “Yeah, it’s in my bag,” I said uncertain.

 “Okay, just wanted to make sure. Do you know why I wanted to see you after class?” he asked me.

 Great, I was going to get in trouble.

 “No…did I do something?” I asked.
 “No…not yet at least,” he smirks.

 I somewhat cock my head to the side. I have had a raging crush on him since I was in his English class last year, so I liked being alone with him.                    Despite my personal feelings, however, I still felt nervous about whatever was going to happen next. I don’t remember doing anything wrong but you never know.

 “Now, I wanted to talk to you because I have caught wind of your little ‘crush’ on me,” He said amused.

 “W-what?” I said as my heart skipped a beat.

 Shit. He knows.

 “Oh don’t play dumb. I know you’re into me. I can tell,” He smiled with his pearly white teeth.

 He was really an attractive man. He had dark rich brown eyes to match his hair. His 5 O’clock shadow ran across his soft face, and his smile was indescribable.

 “I…” I didn’t know what to say.

 With a smile, he leaned over and kissed my lips.