Okay Part Two, I may write another Part depending on what you guys think.

Things were particularly awkward between Madge and myself. She would hardly look at me during class and would ignore my raised hand at every opportunity, unless I happened to be the only person who had the answer to the question, which rarely even happened.

She didn't even give me a small smile when I turned in my final. Nothing. Her eyes wouldn't even meet mine.

My final was on a Friday and I didn't have any on Saturday so I went out with a few friends. We went to this local bar a few blocks from my apartment to celebrate the end of the semester. I wasn't planning on getting drunk or anything; I just planned to knock back a few to get a good buzz going.

I was on my third beer, shooting the shit with Thom, a friend from the military who accompanied me to college, when I saw the familiar shock of blonde hair. Madge was here with a few friends and I could tell she was dressed to impress. Her hair wasn't thrown up in a messy bun; her glasses were nowhere to be seen either. Though I did appreciate this version of Madge, I was partial to Study Madge. Her hair was down, falling to her waist, curled to perfection, and she was dressed a bit more fashionably than she had been that night in the coffee shop, her jeans a bit tighter and she had heels on. But I honestly didn't even care what she was wearing. I just wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice, discuss politics and most everything else. In class I would find myself wanting to hear her opinion on certain topics, on every topic.

When I saw her go up to the bar without a friend I just had to go too. I mean a half full beer obviously meant I needed another. "Hey," I said, leaning into her ear. I was behind her, close enough that I could smell her strawberry-scented shampoo, but far enough that she wouldn't be uncomfortable at my proximity.

"Oh! Hello Gale!" She said, leaning onto the bar, obviously searching for the bartender to get the hell away from me.

"He's busy." I said motioning to the other side of the bar where the bartender was taking care of a few other customers. "Was the kiss that bad?" I asked playfully knowing that she had enjoyed it.

"No of course not!" she said automatically, before covering her mouth with her hand. "I mean that doesn't matter. You were my student. It was wrong even if I did enjoy it."

I grinned at the fact that she admitted to liking the kiss.

"I'm not your student anymore."

I saw her try not to smile. "You might be my student again in the future."

"I won't. I hate poly sci. It's boring and I had the worst TA in history."

She pushed me. "Shut up! It's still inappropriate."

"It's not and you know it. I'll just avoid any classes you take."

She sighed. I was getting somewhere.

"You know there is something here. I know you know. It's why you kissed me back."

"It was automatic."

"So anyone else could get a great first kiss from you as long as they tried?"

"No! That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean Teach?"

"Don't call me that!"

I grinned at her. It was nice having deep conversations concerning politics but it was even more fun riling her up, her cheeks would tinge this bright pink and she looked ready to just stomp her feet. Adorable.

The bartender came up to us. Madge ordered her beer and was back to her friends before I could say a thing.

My friends and me had moved over to the pool tables and had a pretty good game going. I would've been doing much better, but my eyes were focused on my favorite blonde. She squirmed under my gaze, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and watching me watch her. The grad student narrowed her eyes at me. I was doing a good job of holding her attention despite her friends talking animatedly around her.

We had gone through three games when I decided to sit out. I was much better than any of my friends, but watching Madge took up a lot of my cognitive skills so I decided to sit out. It gave me a lot more space to watch her. I was standing up, leaning against the far wall when Madge stomped toward me, her curls bouncing with every step.

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?" I shrugged innocently.

"You know what you're doing. Everyone knows what you're doing."

"Who's everyone?"

"Your friends, my friends, anyone in the bar who took the time to notice."

"There's no harm in me just looking right?"

She sighed, accepting defeat. "Just stop."

"I like you."

Her eyes finally met mine and the finger that was jabbing me in the chest fell to her side.

"You like the power thing."

I raised an eyebrow. "Power thing?"

"You like that I'm, well I was your instructor."

"You're two years younger than I am."

"That's not the power part of it that intrigues you."

"You intrigue me."

"Because I have some sort of power over you."

I shook my head. This was ridiculous. "I like you because you're so fucking smart and whenever you talk I don't just want to listen, I'm compelled to listen to you. It's your voice, the passion behind each of your words, everything. All I want to do is talk to you, except not really. You're really beautiful too and that makes me want to kiss you." I placed my hand on the side of her cheek, just running my fingertips over the soft skin. "And then I kissed you and I can't imagine ever not kissing you. You like me too, right?"

She nodded, her face leaning into my hand. "But we can't."

"We can do whatever we want Madge. You're not my instructor anymore and it's not that weird for me to date a Teacher's Assistant. It's not like you're a professor and even if you were I wouldn't care. Political Science isn't even my major."

"But Gale-"

I leaned in cutting off her words. Her hands gripped the fabric of my shirt. One of my hands moved down to her hip, moving a bit underneath her blouse to touch where her jeans stopped and met her skin. Her skin was warm underneath my touch and I rubbed circles into her hip. She leaned more into me, her arms moving from my chest to wrap around my waist. Our chests flush against each other. I could feel her breasts against me; the feeling of her body so close to mine was really getting me worked up. I pulled away, pressing kisses to the edge of her lips.

"I hate you," she mumbled.

"You just wish you did, Teach."

I pressed my forehead against hers, both of our breaths heavy.

"Do you have a roommate?" She asked, her hands moving down to my hips, her movements mimicking mine that had been previously done on her hips.

"No, I live by myself."

"Good." She murmured, pressing a kiss to the edge of my jaw and looping her fingers into my belt loops.

I think I just about died.