Ryan's POV and you're basically getting the reason Oliver is in this. I updated my newest fic 'Every Other Weekend' so you should go check that out. oh and i'm about to update 'Learn To Love Again' my other two fics are on hiatus because the other night my new USB broke cause someone stepped on it and the next chapter for both fics were finished and just waiting to be posted.

Chapter 20

I don't know how this girl can do these things to me. I don't think I've ever been more attracted to anyone in my entire life. Sometimes I wish I could just put my finger on what exactly it is about her. Why do I risk being with this girl? I can't answer that and to be honest I don't want to. She's worth the risk. Everything about this girl is worth the risk. I'm sitting here on a Friday morning watching this girl interact with her lab partner.

It's been a week since the whole Oliver thing happened and I've never seen my girlfriend so strong as she is now. She's confronted all of her demons and I can just see that whatever was on her shoulders has been lifted. I look out of the corner of my eye and I can see Oliver eyeing Taylor or is it Lindsey he's eyeing? Now I can't tell and it's bothering me. I know I can't confront the guy about looking at Taylor but God knows I want to.

"Mr. Atwood." I'm pulled out of my thoughts by that voice that I have come to love over the past few months. She's giving me that smile that I know is only reserved for me. For a second I forget that I'm supposed to say something.

"Yeah?" I manage to croak out. I'm already imagining taking her clothes off piece by piece. I'm currently only able to see this girl, the rest of my students don't even seem to be there right now. I see her bite her lip and I realize I should probably stop looking at her that way.

"I was wondering…" I have no idea what she said next. I wasn't listening. No, instead I was thinking about the first time the two of us had sex. She had been so scared, heck even I was scared but ever since then everything has just fallen into place for us.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that." I shake my head trying to get these thoughts out of my head. It's not working. This isn't good. I guess it's probably a good thing that I don't have to stand up because that just would be far too embarrassing considering what's going on down south. Taylor's repeating herself again but I didn't hear her, again. Instead I put my head in my hands trying to think about something other than her hot body all over me. Nothing's helping. This isn't good, not good at all.

"Mr. Atwood, are you even listening to me?" I'm surprised that I even heard that. My class is probably looking at me like I'm insane, all but Taylor because I'm pretty sure she knows what she's doing to me especially since she had worn a skirt today. I can see her legs spread apart under the table. That's only for me, which is why she sits right up front where I can see her. She's making the face. This girl knows how to get to me.

"Repeat all of that again?" My students are snickering. Taylor smirks and she's talking again but all I'm concentrating on right now are her inner thighs and then I see it. She's not wearing any underwear. Oh No. I have to hold in the groan that's about to escape my lips. I need a cold shower and quickly.

"Never mind I can figure this out on my own." She finally says. I just nod taking a huge gulp. I'm probably sweating. No, she can't be doing this to me. This teenager is not supposed to invoke these feelings inside of me. She's supposed to only be a student to me but she stopped being just a student three months ago.

"What was that about?" I'm able to croak out after class. "And where are your underwear?"

"My bag." She grins. So that was just for me. If I could I would take her right there on my desk.

"Closet?" I raise an eyebrow. I know this isn't a good idea, it never is but that never stops us. She nods and leads the way to the familiar closet in my classroom. She gives me a smirk when I entered. "You're in a good mood."

"Of course. Today's the last day before winter break which means my moms going to Cabo." She giggles getting down on her knees.

"So that means…I get you the entire time?" I like that idea. She nods before tugging at my pants zipper. "I can't wait."

After my class of the day I sit back in my desk chair and lean my head up against the cold surface of the desk. I've got a headache from hell. Looks like my headache's just about to get worse.

"Mr. Atwood, I think we should talk." Oliver Trask gives me this mischievous grin. I just want to punch him in his face then after that I could maybe break acouple of ribs then there's his legs and arms that need to be broken too.

"About?" I rub my face with my hands.

"This." He pulls a large envelope out of his bag.

"What is it?" I ask taking it from me. He smirks at me and tells me to open it. I'm almost afraid. I should be. There are pictures in here. Black and white. "What are these?" I ask not looking closely at the pictures.

"Look at them." I want to break his little neck at this point.

"What the fuck?" I say out loud looking at the pictures in front of me. I'm freaking out. These pictures are of Taylor and I. These pictures show us kissing, me leaving her house, her leaving mine. "Where did these come from?" I slam the pictures down on the desk.

"Make a little deal with me and no one sees those." Who does this guy think he is?

"You never answered me!" I come up out of my chair.

"I have my ways, but that Mr. Atwood is besides the point here. You are going to do exactly what I ask of you and no one sees those little pictures there." He grins evily. I pull all of the pictures out and rip them all in half. "I have more copies."

"I don't know what you think you're doing here…" I start but he interrupts.

"I'm getting what I want."

"By blackmailing us?" I growl.

"I do what I have to. Now, listen to me loud and clear…" He starts. I take a deep breath and decide to listen. I'm scared as hell and I really need Taylor right now.