She was wearing those damn shorts. Bella's long, toned legs were almost entirely on display. The first time she wore them I nearly fainted; this time, I just had to excuse my self for a moment.
It was the third week of school, the third after school band practice, the third time I had to spend 12 hours with her in a day. It was hell and heaven. The closer I got to her, the more I wanted to rescue her from this world- I learned that she had a poor home life, her father had died a sad death and her brother was physically abusive to her. Every day when she went home tears filled my eyes because I could not protect her. My angel. That was the only word for her now.
She smiled as she climbed her podium. The rush she got from conducting was not unlike the rush I got from smelling the sweet scent of her perfume. I made sure to keep my distance today, as I was worried the physical symptoms of desire would betray me. It was hours before we had to speak.
"I have new drill, can you help me organize it?" A softer tone than usual. I suspected she had no idea how to organize it. Her slight blush made me happy for some reason. "Of course. Do you want to take wood winds and I'll take brass?" I offered her an easy out, the simplest way to organize drill. She lit up and started to sort. As she handed me my stack, our hands brushed. The first time I had touched her. I felt electricity. Hopefully, I looked up to her eyes, but if she felt anything close to what I did, she hid it well.
After practice, I saw her walking to her car. I was instantly worried before I noticed the pepper spray in her hand. At least she wasn't stupid. "Bella, wait!" I called, hoping she would allow me to walk her. She slowed, a nervous smile on her angelic face. "Of course. I'm always nervous in parking lots." Given courage by the darkness, I began to allow myself to imagine holding hee. It was so easy for me now. I had memorized her body. The slimness of her waist, the slight curve of her breasts, the gentle slope of her lower back. All beautiful. I was betrayed by !y body, and hoped she wouldn't notice. Fuck, God himself must have made her for me.
I realized we had arrived at her car and began to open the driver door for her. A glimpse of hee face, and then suddenly she was so close I could feel her. The warmth from her skin. A mere inches between us. Inches of hell. She was so beautiful and delicate. All I could imagine was holding her face, bringing her lips to my own. "Goodnight, Mr. Black." She whispers.
That night, I allow myself to think of her. Alone I can allow my thoughts a little more freedom. Perhaps a stolen kiss or two, though I never got farther than there- although I am a man, right now I want nothing more than to be her protector. Perhaps this is what it felt like to fall in love. As if her very soul had left an imprint upon my own. But if this was love, then I would gladly allow it.
TWO WEEKS LATER
We were moving furniture. There was a slight sheen of sweat across her forehead. The air conditioning had broken in the school. I had managed to control myself thus far, but barely. I felt my control slipping as she removed her purple shirt revealing A white tank top. "I'm sorry, Mr. Black, it's just so hot." She apologized. I wanted to swear. Her perfect body was nearly all on display. We were alone in a small practice room, there was nothing stopping me now. Nothing. For a moment I allowed my lust to consume me. How I would hold her waist, pull her towards me and show her just how much I love her. For I knew now that I do love her. More than life.
"I couldn't care less. If I could, I would lose mine too." I saw her eyebrows raise, and she took a minuscule step towards me. Out of habit, I stepped back. Would this be it? Would she dare make the first move? Eye contact, then shared oxygen. I could feel her breath on my face. "You would get fired." I had a feeling we weren't talking about my shirt anymore. I had no choice to be honest with her.
"but would keeping it on be better? Suffering, when I know I could be happy?" I could hear the pleading in my voice now but I didn't care. All I wanted was to fix the burning in me, to feel the satisfaction of making her my own. For a second, A life flashed before my eyes - A life with her. A house, children, love...so much love. But she was so young. Still a minor for another month. I shook my head violently and left the small room. All I could focus on was getting away, away from her and her perfection. I couldn't stand the burning.