This Doesn't Feel Right

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81, 973 different choices since I've started counting. Every day something comes up in your life that makes you make a decision, whether it's choosing your breakfast or buying a new car, the choice is yours to make. Today on the exact day I made that decision a year ago, I knew I made the wrong decision.

My breath still mingled with his, heavy and short. His eyes were wide and panicked, yet he didn't step back. The door was wide open behind me and I had found another choice. Gradually, I removed my hands from around his neck. The slow movements were his chance to decide this for us. Nothing changed and so I made the choice myself.

Without looking at his eyes, I turned and ran home. I shouldn't have done that, I was stupid, so, so stupid. He was family, kissing him was not something that would be taken lightly. He loved me and he knew I loved him, just not like that.

He's always been there to help me, care for me and protect me. To him, it was probably just what he felt he should do for his daughter's best friend. To me, it meant so much more than that. He wasn't a father, or an older brother, even the fact that he was my teacher didn't mean anything, not to me. I would see him at school tomorrow, oh no, I would see him at school tomorrow. I could lie and say I was sick, or skip his class. Except that was not the Maya he knew, I rarely got sick and I didn't skip. He taught me that.

No one could find out about any of this, ever. For one thing, he was a very married man, completely devoted to his wife. For another, he was an awful lot older than I was. My mother would never approve. Riley would die and most likely Lucas and Farkle would follow her on whatever ignoring action she would take on me.

As I walked into school the next day, anyone whose eyes drifted to me felt like they were judging me. I knew they were not, Cory would have quit sooner than the school would find out. Even after sitting through three gruelling periods before history class, my conscience wouldn't let up. Riley sat next to me through each 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 and sat in my seat as the rest of the class filed in. Five minutes passed yet he didn't appear. The last time he was late, we'd 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 he 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.

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