Title : Long Lost Drifter
Author : Lain in the Wired
Chapter Two : Somebody's Somebody
My classes passed all too quickly and I found myself in my usual desk in the back of the math room. He hadn't arrived yet and I was watching the door expectantly. I was nervous and restless. Damn that bastard for making me feel like this!
The bell rang and I watched him walk through the door. He had an arrogant strut and I found myself glaring at him as he sauntered in. He hadn't seen me, yet as he turned to write his name on the blackboard I thought I saw him smirk.
"Class, I am Li-sensei. I'm going to be your new math teacher since your last one quit so unexpectedly," he said when he turned around to face the class. We knew why the last one left. We, at our school, have a problem with running teachers off. This one would be next if I had anything to do with it.
He told us to get out something to take notes on and he started his lesson.
I felt my eyelids drooping. Damn the day for being so long! I slipped down farther into my chair and my head hit the desk with a loud 'thump'. Li-sensei turned suddenly and glared at me, but I was out.
"Kinomoto!" I heard an irritated voice echoing in my head. "Wake up, Kinomoto!"
My eyes opened slowly and I saw a pair of pants. Navy blue pants and a crisp white shirt. I groaned. Damn it all.
"Gomen, Li-sensei. I guess I'm a little tired," I smiled. He continued to glare down on me.
"Detention, Kinomoto," he said roughly and turned away.
"Not even a warning? Unfair!" I argued.
"Detention for a week, Kinomoto," he retaliated. I groaned loudly. "A month, Kinomoto. Dare try my patience again?" I crossed my arms and glared at him. I looked into his eyes and frowned more. His eyes were laughing at me! That arrogant jerk!
I slunk down further into my seat and refused to pay attention to the rest of the lesson. I was looking for ways to bring Li-sensei to the ground. Damn that psychotic teacher!
The class ended and everyone stood up to go home. I marched to the front of the room and slammed my books down on one of the desks on the front row. He didn't even look phased at the loud noise. Even I jumped and I was the one who did it.
"Oh evil slave-driver, what would you have me do?" I muttered under my breath as he walked over to my desk.
"Help me grade these," he said as he plopped the large stack of papers on my desk. Oh he was mean. Quizzes on his first day for his other classes.
But that's how each of our detentions started. Some days I would attempt to start a conversation but it usually ended with me babbling and him looking at me as if I was a lunatic. So much for running him into the ground. I also started bringing him things. I was sucking up and I knew it. But I'd do anything to get out of all the detentions or just make them more bearable. The chocolate seemed to be his favorite so I brought it most often. He kind of acted liked a dog getting a treat. Or maybe that's just how I wanted him to seem.
"Goodbye, Li-sensei," I said after my thirteenth detention with him. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Kinomoto," he said as he looked up. I paused at the door. "Let me give you a ride home. It's pouring outside," he added as he motioned to the window. It was indeed pouring.
"Thank you, Li-sensei. But could you call me Sakura? You do it to everybody else," I said. I didn't even know why I said it. But he nodded anyways and started to pack up his things. We were out the door and in his car together in five minutes. I told him the directions to my house and he drove in silence. I took occasional glances at him. He was way too attractive to be a teacher. There should be some rule that says teachers can't be cute. A few wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead, making me remember it was raining. I looked down quickly. Not happening!
My shirt was stuck stiffly to my body because of the rain. My black bra showed through the dark green shirt and I tried to cover myself up. He seemed to take no notice of me.
"I'll wait until you get inside," he said as I got out. I nodded and walked up the stone path to my front door. I could feel his gaze on me as I tried to open the door. It wouldn't unlock. I tried it again and again but the lock wouldn't budge and Toya wasn't home. Of all the days my brother had to work on this one.
I trudged back to his car and he rolled down the window. "Um, I can't get into my house," I said through the window.
"Get in," he mumbled and I bounced around to the other side. By now, I knew my clothes were clinging heavily to my body. Damn the rain. He drove to his apartment building and parked out front. Then he led me up to his apartment, gave me some dry clothes, and showed me where to change.
"Thank you so much, Li-sensei," I said with a bright smile. He stood there for a moment in front of me, and then did something that utterly surprised me.
He walked towards me and brushed his lips up against my own. I was in shock. A teacher had never touched me before like this. No boy had ever touched me like this before. It was my first kiss. Illegally!
I felt his arms circle around me and hook around my waist. My body finally started to react. My eyes closed and I leaned into him. He groaned. My mouth parted to let him in. Apparently he didn't mind getting wet. I sure as hell wasn't worried about being wet.
I would have cried out if his mouth had not been over mine when he picked me up and stumbled into another room while we were still kissing. I felt him lower me onto something soft. The bed. But I found myself caring less and less about what was going on and more and more about just being with him.
His passionate kisses slowly moved away from my mouth and started trailing down my cheek, my neck. I felt his hands cold against the bare skin of my stomach. I let out the breath I had been holding. He gripped the edge of my shirt and started easing it up slowly.
It suddenly blew up in my face. What the hell was I thinking!
I pushed him off roughly. "Gomen, Li-sensei. But I can't do this," I said forcefully. He looked at me and I couldn't read the emotion in his eyes. I felt hurt, used, but he probably did too.
"Sorry, Kinomoto. I don't know what came over me. Excuse me," he muttered and he left the room. I heard the front door open, then it slammed violently. I collapsed again onto the bed. What just happened? Tears ran down my face as I stared at the clothes he gave me, abandoned in the hallway.
