Another chapter! I feel the story is developing slowly but i don't want to rush it...haha afraid to rush it...so readers, bear with me? :D thanks! oh and super mega thanks to my lovely reviewers and to those that subscribed to story alert and favs.~! Glad to see my story is getting some love~! Well, Starrk really :P


"No one will ever hear of this, alright?"

"Yes, teach," she mocked in sing song as she unlocked her house and entered. She let her backpack fall on the side in her living room. "Well make yourself at home, teacher Starrk!" she chirped happily as she skipped to her kitchen.

Starrk looked around his surroundings. It was a small apartment. It made sense he guessed. Not much furniture gazed the house either, a small table was in the living room, some shelves with books nicely stocked inside.

"You've read all those?" Starrk asked as he took a seat on the ground, stared at the books in the book shelf. They were all sorts of genres which intrigued him very much.

"Books? Yeah," she smiled as she rolled her eyes. She walked into the living room area with two glasses of water in her hands. "Out of all the things you could be amazed at you chose those books?"

"Yeah? Well what else is there to admire?" he chuckled as he took a drink of his water. It was very refreshing he thought as he waited for her answer. She drank her water slowly before she couldn't keep drinking due to her large grin. "Well?"

"Well~ Starting with me, you couldn't have complimented me instead?"

"Aish, What am I going to do with you, huh?" he laughed. This girl, she just wouldn't stop with her jokes. "You sure you didn't have this whole thing planned out?"

"Maybe?" she giggled again. She rocked back and forth in laughter. She was having a grand time with him. Who would've thought. Her boring literature teacher would turn out to be so much. She smiled tenderly at him.

"What is it?" he asked. Caught of guard she shook her head. "Nothing," she smiled before quickly standing up. Do you want to snack on something? I don't cook so~"

"I really should get going." He pushed his glasses back up as he stared at a pouting girl. Why on earth did he feel so forced to do whatever she asked. What was this evening's magic that had him so bound, in such a possessed like state?

"Are you trying to get me to cook you a full meal?" she teased.

Shaking his head he chuckled. "Snacks will do."

In no time she was back with bags of chips and cookies and candies, lollipops and chocolates. "Not very happy."

"Who's the guest here?" she reprimanded.

"Ah, I forgot. Sorry."

He casually took a chocolate bar and began peeling its wrapper. "I prefer these," Gwen smiled widely as she showed him some lollipops. He stared at her, then at the candies, and then back at her. "I prefer these, thanks." he smiled. Strange girl he thought.

After they had finished some snack and talked about random things Gwen had ran back to the kitchen to take the leftovers back. In the meanwhile starrk laid down on her living room floor. He stared at the ceiling, wooden. What was he doing?

He was so lost in thought that when Gwen came back and snuggled up close beside him he didn't take notice until he felt a hand lift up the sleeves of his sweater still crossed over his shoulders and the drop them disdainfully on his chest. "Why do you wear this ugly thing?"

He covered his surprise and un-comfort at the close space between them by letting a small chuckle escape his lips. " 'ugly?' do I comment on how your clothes look?"

She knitted her eyebrows together. "What is wrong with my clothes?" she asked as she let out a yawn. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, trying to regain some energy, but truth be told she was falling asleep.

He looked down at her slim figure. She was in a fetal position, like a kitten curled up against its mother. At that moment he felt some type of emotion, some type of empathy. She gave off loneliness. Loneliness. Something he was much too familiar with.

No. no. do not relate to her, he scolded himself. He looked back up from her figure to the wooden ceiling. He placed a hand over his forehead, palm upwards. He sighed. This was wrong.

But even so. Temptation took over. The sun was setting in any minute now and this moment would flee any moment. Deep inside he felt he should take advantage of this fleeting feeling. He looked over her once more. Her outfit was much too revealing he thought. Her skirt was too short. Her blouse was too open. Her whole outfit too tight, too much. She was but a child he thought. What was this? over protectiveness? Jealousy? Want? The heavens forbid. He sighed. He had to leave. Now.

As quietly as he could, as gently as he could he made an effort to sit up straight. He'd leave right away. He couldn't stay any longer. It was, it was asking to much of him. Self control was leaving him. His thoughts were just as scrambled, all over the place. But just then, just when he made up his mind, a voice, so thin, so soft, so different from the usual voice he had gotten used to hearing. A small plea came out, "Please don't leave. Please." her hands reached up and tightly held onto his blouse.

He sighed. "Let go, this is wrong."

"Please don't. I'm scared," a sob escaped her lips. His deep gray eyes made their way to her. Tears slipped down her closed eyes. And like that the sun set. It was real. It was very much real. His heart felt something that very moment. Something wrong. Something forbidden like. Something beautiful. Beautifully wrong.


end~! nothing much but we're getting somewhere...hopefully~! haha...well would love some more reviews~! haha :D thanks again for reading~~~ 3