Hey! So, I wanted to make another fic, based on some dreams that I had... Pretty fucked up ones really (excuse my french). I know I haven't finished will there ever be a right time, but I will eventually.. I promise.
I slowly awoke and rubbed my eyes, letting out a silent yawn. I rolled onto my side to see the man of my dreams laid there, sleeping peacefully. He was perfect, even whilst he was sleeping, with his cute messy brown hair and tanned skin, and not even to mention his soft lips, almost pouting. I smiled to myself, how on earth had I got so lucky? Well, not necessarily lucky.. The situation we had was kind of horrible. Being with him was one of the biggest secrets I'd ever had. If it was possible, I'd shout to the whole entire world that he was the man I loved and that I didn't give a shit what people think, but then I'd lose him.
You see, the man lying next to me was my teacher. He was only young, twenty-four, and had only been teaching for two years, almost three. I'd been there at the start of his career, only fifteen years old at the time. I'd found him rather attractive, as did the rest of the girls at my school. He'd become a bit of a hit with the teenage girls, some of the girls in the younger years not even a teenager yet. He wasn't just liked by the girls though, the boys admired him for his sports ability and friendliness. They admired that even though he was an extremely attractive man, he didn't lap up all of the attention and stuck to his job. Teaching.
I'd become fairly close to him through out my last year when I realised that he was related to an old friend of mine. We would regularly chat, and if he had to teach one of my lessons, he'd always sit by me and try to give me a hand with my work.
Of course, I (and the rest of the female population of the school) were pretty pissed off when we found out that he'd had a girlfriend, Hannah, for almost three years... But it was more jealousy than anything else. We'd all learned to deal with it and still continue the way we had, drooling over him at any chance we'd got.
Things changed at the start of my second year of sixth form. I'd been invited to a party, that he had also been invited to. Bumping into him was a surprise, a nice one of course, and it was even better that his girlfriend hadn't attended with him. I remember spending a good few minutes trying to convince him to buy me a drink, and eventually he'd given up and brought me a Malibu and Coke, telling me not to tell anyone that he'd got it. I swore that my lips would be sealed, and I stuck to my word. After a few more drinks (that I'd got others to buy me), I bumped into him again.. This time the pair of us a bit worse for wear. He brought me one more drink, then offered to pay for my taxi home. It was a kind gesture, but I refused, saying that I'd walk. He didn't listen to me, but managed to get me in a cab half an hour later, then saved his number on my phone and told me to text him when I got home.
My heart had almost leapt out of my throat. Sure, I'd exchanged numbers with a teacher before, but that was just my dance teacher that was about to go onto maternity leave. This however, was different. It was him, the one I least expected to just hand his number over to a student. Hadn't he feared that I would give to one of his many admirers at school? But no, he'd trusted me.
From then on when I'd seen him at school, it'd leave me feeling happy. He trusted me enough with his number, and I didn't want to risk that. When he helped me with work during his cover lessons, we'd chat a bit more.. Feeling comfortable around each other. And then I did it. I waited until everyone was gone before I tiptoed up and pressed my lips to his.
He'd quickly pulled away, shaking his head. "No, no. This is wrong, you and I both know it. This will not happen." He'd said, turning away from me, walking towards his bag sat on the desk. My cheeks'd flushed red with embarrassment, but I followed him and grabbed his arm. As he twisted around, I pressed my lips to his again and this time, he did nothing.
It continued from there on. Not long afterwards, he and Hannah broke up. I offered to work for his tennis club that he ran, giving us an excuse to see each other outside of school. Eventually, I told my Mum that I'd been seeing him, and she practically glowed when I told her. I still laugh now, thinking about how she'd stood up and cried: "Get in there girl! He is gorgeous!" She didn't care that he was my teacher, she didn't care that there was a six year age gap. He made me happy, and that's why she trusted him.
He never once made me do anything that I didn't like, and when it got round to our first time, it took a lot of convincing from my behalf because it was such a big step. He would be breaking the law.
Yet six months later, it was still a secret, and we were blissfully happy about our secret relationship. I'd turned eighteen three months ago, and we finally felt a weight off of our shoulders, however we still couldn't come clean... Not until the end of the year. The unfortunate thing was that we were unable to tell his family because of his sister also teaching at the same school. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but she had always been the one to play by the rules and didn't want to hear her telling him that it had to stop.. He loved me, we lover each other and nothing could come between us.
His stirring next to me tore me from my thoughts, and I smiled as his eyes slowly flickered open. When he saw me, a smile spread across his face too.
"Good morning beautiful." He mumbled sleepily.
"Morning." I replied, my voice fairly quiet.
"I was hoping you wouldn't wake up first.."
"Why?" I questioned.
"I was going to make you breakfast in bed, to surprise you and give you a good start to your Monday."
I smiled. "Well it's not a surprise anymore, but that'd still be nice. I hate Mondays."
He chuckled. "That's why I wanted to surprise you." He yawned. "Give me a few minutes, then I'll get a move on."
"Adam Davilia, you are amazing."
"Annie Greenwood, you are perfect." He smiled and pressed his lips to mine.
Sun Hill police were having a fairly quiet morning. Two of the officers had been called out to sort out some indecent youths down the Jasmine Allen, but other than that nothing interesting was happening, and quite frankly everyone was bored. Inspector Weston sat at her desk, finishing off some paper work, Sergeant's Smith and Stone sat in their office playing games on their phone and scribbling on pieces of paper, and CID sat chatting about what happened last night down the pub, but that had been their topic of conversation twenty times before and they were getting fed up now.
Finally, a phone sprung to life and Tony answered the call, praying that it wasn't another ridiculous hoax call. A few minutes later Inspector Westn opened the door to the Sergeants' office and looked at the pair of them.
"Have you both finished your paperwork?"
"Yes ma'am." They both answered in unison.
"Good, I need the pair of you to get down to Canley Upper School. There was a report of an abuse of trust." Weston said.
"Yes ma'am." Smithy got to his feet and smiled at his inspector. Callum also got to his feet and the pair of them pulled on their stab vests. Weston excused herself from the room and the pair of Sergeant's left not long after them.
"Lets go and see who's been having it off with their students now." Callum mumbled.
Smithy shook his head and smiled. "Might not even be the teacher's fault."
"Brilliant, a teenager that likes to try it on with people double their age!" Callum said, a strong tone of sarcasm in his voice.
"Oh the joys of secondary school."
