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I had done something terrible, I didn't know why did what I did just that I knew it would change everything.

My breath still mingled with his after I had pulled back to stare into his eyes. They were wide and panicked, yet he didn't step back disgusted like I had expected him to. He didn't respond either, I feared that I had shocked him too much for him to function. The door behind me was open and a simple decision was set before me. Gradually, I removed my hands from around his neck and stepped back myself. He was still frozen so I chose to run out the door.

I shouldn't have done what I just did I was stupid, so, so stupid. He was practically family, kissing him was not something that would be taken lightly by anyone. I knew that he loved me, yet it was clear that we harboured different kinds of love for each other.

He had always been there to help me, to care for me and to protect me. To him, I was sure I was only supposed to be his daughter's best friend. To me, the care he had shown me when no one else had made all the difference. It wasn't a fatherly love that I felt for him like so many people thought it was. The fact that he was my teacher didn't mean anything to me, until just then when I realised that I would, in fact, be seeing him in class tomorrow morning. I supposed I could call in sick, or skip class, maybe Farkle would join me this one time. Except if I told Farkle I would most likely die from embarrassment. And then probably have to go into school anyway because he wouldn't let me skip.

No one could ever find out about this, ever. For one thing, he was a married man, completely devoted to his wife since before they'd even kissed. For another, the age gap would definitely cause some problems, but it wasn't like I didn't know these things before I kissed him. My mom would never approve of this, Riley would die and Lucas would probably follow her decision on whatever she said or did against me.

The day after the kiss was a mess, anyone who even dared to look at me made me feel like I was being judged with every step I took. I knew, despite myself, that they were not, he would have quit sooner than the school find out about what had happened the night before. Even after sitting through three grueling periods before history class my conscience wouldn't let up. Riley had sat next to me though every class, blissfully unaware of the events that had happened on her doorstep the night before.

Walking into his classroom, I took a quick glance around the room before sighing in relief to find it empty. I sat in my seat as the rest of the class filled in, watching Farkle shoot me a confused look though what he could possibly know I did not know. Five minutes had passed ye he didn't appear in the doorway. The last time he was late we had started a war by now.

"Riley, any idea where your dad is?" Farkle asked, causing me to turned my head to them instead of staring at the clock.

"I don't know, he seemed fine this morning," she replied absentmindedly before continuing her flirtatious conversation with Huckleberry behind me. Another five minutes. Matthews fumbled in through the door and stared at us in shock.

"Right, I have a class." I could just about hear him mumble from my position at the front of the room. BELGIUM 1931 he spelled out on the blackboard.

"Sir, it's 1831," Farkle corrected, raising his hand as the rest of them stared in confusion at the obviously confused teacher. I bowed my head slightly, the guilt was rising up again.

"What is?" Cory asked without looking at the board. I did this.

"The year sir, it's 1831," Lucas supplied, gesturing to the board.

"Lucas, it's 2017," Cory replied missing the gesture. He was completely missing the point and it was my fault.

"Belgium, dad," Riley hinted, wanting to avoid further embarrassment from her forgetful father. She sunk in her seat, much like the way I had been doing since he walked into the room.

"What about Belgium?" Cory continued being clueless. I need to help him, it's not like it was his fault he was acting funny.

"The lesson Matthews, it's Belgium 1831 not 1931." I stood up, grabbing the chalk forms hand and connecting the nine to look like an eight. Before I handed it back to him though I snapped it in half and shoved it onto his desk, covering it with a light layer of chalk.

I don't know what caused me to get so angry all of a sudden. Maybe it was the way he didn't move last night and now he was acting strangely. Maybe it was because I wanted him to suffer yet he made me help him. Maybe it was because I couldn't get him out of my head despite how wrong it was for him to be in there in the first place.

"Detention Ms Hart." And suddenly we both knew he made the wrong decision.

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A/N: I wanted it to be a short and sweet one-shot for the two of them. Of course with a pairing like this, I couldn't make that work. Don't know how long this one's going to be but hopefully the crazies out there like myself will read it and like it. Any suggestions are always helpful. And I don't mind criticism or corrections.

A/N (After Editing): So there is very little changes to the first chapter but I thought about what your responses were and this fic was born out of the dust of the previous fic, the next few chapters will be a lot more edited and I hope we can come to a conclusion that we all agree on. And that I enjoy writing.