CHAPTER NINE

"Get it away from me." Miley repeated and I was brought back to the situation at hand... Literally; the spider in my hand that was apparently terrifying Miley so much. I nodded dumbly, my eyes still on her body as I stepped closer to her, she was blocking the exit. She quickly stepped back and practically ran as I got closer, holding the spider. I knew my boner was painfully visible to Miley as I started past her, but it didn't faze me in the slightest, I was too turned on to care. "Oh, Sweet niblets." I heard Miley gasp behind me before the bathroom door clicked shut and I was left alone with the spider; I guess she just realised she was naked... SO gloriously naked.

"Don't look at me like that." I frowned at the spider in my hand. "I know it's not right." I let it crawl off my hand and onto the bench. "I'm trying to stop it, but you saw what I did. How could any man say no to that?" The spider just stared at me, judging me. "I know she's my student." I argued, but the spider turned away. "But, fuck, she makes me crazy, I can't help it and I know I'm going to Hell for it." Jeez, I'm arguing with a spider. I shook my head and went to look for a container to put it in, I couldn't just put it outside, it probably came in to get away from the storm. I punched some holes in the lid for air and grabbed some dirt from a pot plant and leaves and sticks and stuff before I urged the tarantula into the container and shut it. "Try and judge me now." I frowned at it, but it just stared back. Damn thing could see right through me. I turned away from the judgey spider and started to make hot cocoa since I didn't even know if Miley like coffee or tea; everyone likes cocoa, right?

When that was done I readjusted my hardened dick and found some dry clothes. The stupid spider was judging and I'd resolved not to give it the satisfaction of seeing me give in to my urges about Miley so I was trying not masturbate thinking about her again. Which meant I was going to have serious case of blue balls. Stupid spider.

Miley was in the shower for a good half hour again and by the time she was done I'd managed to make my boner go down to about half hard instead of fully, and I was dressed so it wasn't full on poking out like before. Except when she opened the door I was reminded of the fact that she didn't take any clothes in with her except the ones she was wearing. So for the second time today I was faced with Miley in nothing but a towel. When Miley saw me we both just stared at each other for a moment before she blushed and looked down, running upstairs.

"Stop it." I glared at my clothed dick that was fully hard again. "It's wrong and you know it, so just stop it." It stayed persistently hard, ignoring me, just like it had for the better part of the half hour Miley was showering. "I don't care if you like her, it's not right. It's freaking illegal." I scolded, holy fuck; first I argued with a spider, now I was arguing with my cock. "Just wait until she's gone, then I'll take you to a bar, okay?" I reasoned desperately. I readjusted myself so it wasn't so obvious and grabbed my bag from beside the door. I had homework to mark, something to focus on other than the image of Miley's naked body burned into the back of my eyelids.

"Hey, Mister Lucas." Miley came out of her room after ten minutes and this is when I'd really be put to the test.

"Hey." So we were back to formal salutations again?

"Uh... Sorry about before." Her face was endearing pink as she awkwardly sat next to me.

"It's okay." It was more than okay, it was a fucking turn on. "Spiders... Mom's afraid of spiders too." There we go, nothing's a bigger turn off than my Mom. I love her and all, but Mom and sex just don't go together without a built in gag reflex. "There's-there's cocoa on the counter." I gestured and she got up without a word to get it.

"Sweet niblets." I could hear the terror in her voice again and immediately turned to see her staring at the container with the spider it in. Damn judgey thing. "Wh-what's it doing here?"

"It must have come in to get out of the rain." I shrugged, getting up and picking up the container, looking at the little guy; still staring at me with unblinking, judging eyes. "I'll let it out when the rain stops or it might drown."

"And the problem with that is...?" Miley prompted, staying a firm four feet away.

"Come on, Miles, it's more scared of you than you are of it." I coaxed, putting the spider back down and picking up her cocoa.

"I sincerely doubt that." She mumbled, taking the drink and eyeing the spider distrustfully.

"He's perfectly harmless." I assured, sitting back down.

"It's a spider, it's not harmless, it's evil." Miley insisted, more like it was a judgey little thing.

"I won't let it hurt you." I tried a different way. "I'll keep it near me all night nd I won't let it near you."

"Good." Miley humphed, sitting back with her cocoa. "What are you doin'?" She seemed more at ease now; warm and dry with her cocoa and an assurance that I wouldn't let the spider hurt her.

"Grading homework." I replied, holding up a freshman's homework sheet for emphasis.

"Ugh, boring." She made a sour face, even as she reached for her bag. "Can't you cut back even a little bit? Math is so boring." Miley whined, pulling her homework out.

"Name a subject that isn't boring." I rolled my eyes. and she stuck her tongue out.

"What do I even need this stuff for? It's not like I'm gonna grow up to be an accountant or scientist or something." Instead of actually working on the problems she started doodling on the borders.

"What do you need to know Shakespeare for?" I shot back with a raised eyebrow. "Because the government says you have to know useless shit you'll never use." I thought for a second until I spoke again. "Which, I actually do use because I have to teach it to others, so I guess I did need to learn it, so it wasn't just useless shit for me... Huh."

"Yeah, well, not everyone turns down a record deal to be a high school Math teacher." Miley rolled her eyes.

"Tell you what." I mused, "if you get everything right on your homework I'll tell you why I turned it down." I challenged.

"Really?" Miley asked sceptically. "You'll just tell me, just like that?"

"If you get everything right." I confirmed and she stared at me for a moment, sussing me out, trying to see if it was worth it to actually try on her homework.

"Deal." She finally agreed, holding out her hand and I shook it, smiling. "But, since I'm being forced to learn you have to make dinner."

"Deal." I mimicked, releasing her hand when I realised I'd been holding it too long.

WHAT I GO TO SCHOOL FOR

"Eep." I heard a scream next to me. The power had just cut out, leaving Miley and I in complete darkness, only broke by the lightning. Which was followed by thunder, which made Miley jump in fright.

"It's okay." I tried to sooth, but I could practically feel her shaking. She'd been sitting at one end of the couch and I was on the other with her feet in my lap as she did her homework and I marked other class' homework whilst idly stroking her feet every now and then.

"I don't like storms." Miley whimpered a little and I felt like that was a bit of an understatement.

"It's okay, Baby." I soothed, lifting her feet off my lap an starting to get up, but she squeaked.

"Don't leave me." She begged.

"I'm just going to get a torch, I'll be right back." I promised, navigating slowly with my arms feeling for obstacles. There was silence for a moment, broken by lightning and then a rumble of loud thunder.

"Joe?" Miley asked as I rummaged through one of the draws.

"I'm right here, Miles." I assured, closing my fingers around the torch. "You can use your phone for light." I flipped the torch on and shined it around; Miley was huddled on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chest. "Hang on, I'll get some candles." I saw Miley's phone light up as I went to look for the candles I knew my Mom had left here; scented ones because she thought they were nice. I'm a guy, guys don't do scented candles.

"This is scary." Miley commented from the couch as I set the candles around the apartment and lit them.

"It's just the power, I'm sure it'll be back on soon." Now that we had moderate light I could see Miley was pale in the glow of the candles. "Come here." I held out my arms, it was totally against the whole don't get too close or be physical with Miley thing I was trying, but she needed a hug. In an instant Miley was in my lap and I was inhaling her sweet scent.

"You're cuddley." Miley hummed after a while, sounding relaxed.

"Uh... Thanks?" I flushed, thankful that she couldn't actually see me. "Hey, you want some food?" I offered nervously, I'd started on pasta before the power went out and it was simmering on the stove.

"In the dark?" I could hear the scepticism in her voice.

"What? You can't find your mouth in the dark?" I teased as she got off my lap. "Come on, we've got candles, it's not like we're in complete darkness."

"Okay." Miley relented, letting me take her hand in the candle light ad lead her to the table, rearranging the candles so there was more light in that area before I dished us both some pasta. "This is good." She hummed after a minute.

"Geez, Miles, try not to sound so surprised." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"I'm just sayin', who would've thought the frat boy could cook."

"Someone in the frat house had to." I pointed out, "I couldn't very well live on beer and vodka for four years." Never mind that I'd known how to cook years beforehand; when I was little I used to sit in the kitchen and watch Mom, but that made me sound like a total pussy.

"I think it's cute." Miley commented idly.

"Cute?" I choked out.

"Yeah, every girl totally loves a man that can cook." She explained, taking a sip of her drink. "Hot, smart, cooking, sensitive, a musician... You're, like, the perfect man. I'm surprised there aren't women lined up at your door begging to date you."

"I sent them the wrong address." I joked and she giggled. I tried to ignore the fact that Miley basically said I was her perfect man; I'm also her teacher, not such a perfect situation. Then again we're sitting in my apartment eating a meal I cooked for her by candle light. Could it get any more romantic? And I didn't even mean for this to happen. "What about you? I've seen boys staring at you all the time." On the beach the other week I was one of them. "Where's your boyfriend?"

"Non-existant." Miley rolled her big blue eyes.

"Come on, there's got to at least be one you like?" I felt like I was pleading, because if there was another guy - no matter how much it'd piss me off - then I'd be safe because she wouldn't be interested in me and that would completely eliminate the possibility of anything happening. Except yesterday she'd been in the shower masturbating and saying my name. It was a feeble hope, but it was still there. "Oliver? That Lamati kid on the swim team?" Maybe there was a kid named Joe that she liked and it wasn't me she was masturbating over yesterday?

"Ew, Oliver?" Through the candle light I saw Miley make a sour face and shake her head. I could also see the blush rising in her cheeks. "And no, there's no boy that I like." Fuck it. The way she said it; the blush meant there was someone, and the way she said boy meant it wasn't one of the kids at school. How many other men did she know named Joe?

"Well." I swallowed nervously, pushing my plate away, suddenly not hungry anymore. At least not for food. Or anything legal. Talking about boys with Miley, remembering hearing her in the shower, the images of earlier this afternoon naked in my bathroom... It was all too much; my dick had no choice but to start to react to it all. "It's their loss." And another nail in my coffin. Jeez, if Mr. S. found out how I think about his daughter he'd slaughter me on the spot. "Any guy would be lucky to have you."

"Yeah?" Miley changed, becoming soft and sweet, hesitant in the way she asked that. Her blue eyes gazing at me inquisitively.

"Any man." I confirmed, earning a shy smile.

1) Oh, wow, I'm going to have to write faster at this rate :D You guys are awesome.
2) Let me clarify a little more; there definitely will be scenes where they're intimate, probably not sex for a while considering she's only 15, but the story probably won't end the way you're expecting it to, or there might be interactions that you wouldn't expect.
3) Chapter 11 is going to start Miley's point of view again; probably going with 5 hapters each at this point.
4) Does anyone have a favourite part of the story so far? What is it? Why? What should there be more of?

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