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Still gaping at my sensei, he rolled his eyes, and plopped down into the desk. His crimson eyes were filled with amusement.
"Why are you here?" I demanded, knocking over the math booklet I was assigned, by him! Scowling, I picked it up off the ground, and wacked it on the desk top.
"Why are you here?" He countered dejectedly, running his hand through his already disheveled raven locks.
"Because you sent me to the principal's office! It's your fault!"
"I thought he was your uncle." Natsume-sensei didn't seem like he wanted to talk, let alone fight.
So there went twenty minutes of absolute silence.
Finally, he spoke up, "Don't you have homework you could be finishing?" He sounded even more testy then before.
Hesitantly, I found myself on my feet, and standing before him. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." He snapped, wanting to drop the subject. I rested my elbows on the desk top, and looked him in the eye.
My eyes softened on their own, "No, you're not."
Natsume-sensei growled, and ran his fingers through his hair once again. "Go finish your fucking homework. Leave me be."
I gave him one last look, then sat down in my desk, not bothering to do my homework. My eyes kept finding their way back to look at Natsume-sensei. He was wearing the sexy glasses again, and typing something on his laptop. His long pale fingers moved swiftly across the key board, as he typed out something, probably on word. I relaxed, with my elbow on the desk top and my face in my palm. I stayed quiet as I watched Natsume-sensei type.
After ten minutes, Natsume-sensei glanced up sharply, "What are you looking at?"
Completely flustered, I jerked out of my position, blushing madly, "Eh? It's not what it looks like!"
Natsume-sensei pulled off the glasses, "And just what does it look like?" Why? Why was he such an ass to me?
I turned my head, staring out the window so I wouldn't have to look at him, "You tell me."
"A student inappropriately ogling a teacher." Natsume-sensei said dryly, adding on a false laugh.
My head whipped around, "I was not!" Still blushing, I managed a glare.
Natsume-sensei rolled his eyes, and kicked his feet up on the desk, lacing his fingers behind his head. He closed his eyes. God, was Natsume-sensei wearing boots?
I gazed out into the court yard, blush slowly fading away. Few student's lingered, including Ruka-pyon. Was he waiting for me? My heart fluttered pleasantly.
"Get your head out of the clouds. Detentions over. I noticed that you didn't bother with doing your homework. On my desk tomorrow morning." Natsume-sensei stood up, without bothering to look my way. I bolted to my feet.
Infuriated, I snapped, "At least look at me when you tell me something!" Slowly, as if hesitant, Natsume-sensei turned, staring at me.
"Do your homework." Was all he said, before turning again.
"Hey!" I grabbed his arm. A jolt ran through my body, and I jerked my hand away.
I wasn't sure how exactly it happened, but I found myself pinned to the wall, arms braced against the wall, and Natsume-sensei's lips roughly on mine. I kissed back, almost excitedly. He bit my lip, and I gasped in surprise. He just shoved his tongue in my mouth. I responded, then froze when tiny, forgotten stubble brushed my chin. Then the full affect of what was happing hit me. Natsume-sensei was kissing me! An adult, not a teenager. But I couldn't stop kissing him. Finally, he pulled back, kissed me lightly, and left.
He, however, paused at the door, "Keep your hair down. I like it better that way." And as if too ward me off, he raised his left hand, and pressed a single finger to his lips. My eyes, though, were locked on his ring. He was married! How could I forget.
And he was gone. A dark red blush stained my cheeks, and I bit my lip. When Natsume-sensei kissed me, he pulled the ribbons from my hair. Shakily, I left the classroom, barely supporting my own weight, as well as my backpack. Why couldn't I stop thinking about the kiss? Why was it making my knees weak? Why—
"Mikan-chan!" Ruka-pyon called out, smiling at me. Immediately, I felt guilty.
"Ruka-pyon." Even my voice shook.
His beautiful blue eyes narrowed, and worriedly, he asked, "Are you okay? Your face is flushed, and your lips are swollen. Did something happen?"
"No!" I said, almost too fast.
Slowly, Ruka-Pyon nodded, accepting the answer, "Do you want a ride a home?"
"Okay." My face cooled, and I could finally think straight. Ruka-Pyon lightly gripped my elbow, and led me to a light blue BMW. As I buckled my seatbelt, I saw a black car pull up to the curb. A women got out, and placed her expensive looking sun glasses on her obviously died auburn hair. She shut the door, and walked to the other side. Natsume-sensei came out of the building, and greeted the strange women with a kiss. I bit back my anger and tears. Right, Natsume-sensei was married. How could I forget? I mean, he just showed me the damn ring! So this fake women was the infamous Mrs. Hyuuga?
"Ready to go?" Ruka-pyon asked, snapping me out of my trance. I nodded, slowly, and Ruka-pyon pulled out of the parking lot, and drove me to my house, occasionally asking for directions.
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During the next week, I stayed quiet all through math class. I couldn't look Natsume-sensei in the eyes, nor could I bare to talk to him.
"Miss. Yukihira, please stay a moment after class. I have to discuss your test score with you." Natsume-sensei said, without looking up from the computer screen. I got fleeting glances from some jealous girls in my class, where as Hotaru and Ruka-pyon sent me worried ones.
The bell rang for second period, and I refused to get up, or look him in the eye. After a second or so, I heard Natsume-sensei get up, grab a piece of paper and walk over to me.
"Polka, your test scores have worsened. I would recommend a tutor." I pried my eyes off the wall, and for the first time in a week I looked Natsume-sensei in the eyes. Damn the sexy glasses and smoldering eyes!
"Okay, I'll ask Hotaru." I said, standing up, and collected my books all in the same motion. However, Natsume-sensei blocked my path.
He chuckled humorlessly, and leaned closer, "No. She won't be able to help you. You're beyond your classmates help. I'll be your tutor."
I couldn't speak. My jaw was locked. Natsume-sensei was going to be my freaking tutor? Aw, hell.
Natsume-sensei bent, so we were eye level, and leaned so close, our breaths mingled. A wild smirk broke over his lips.
He slipped a piece of paper into my jean pocket. A crazy blush broke out onto my cheeks, and I was frozen.
"I'm glad you've kept your hair down all week. Maybe you can learn something from me, after all." Natsume-sensei backed away, and left the classroom, muttering something about, 'cold showers'.
My face felt like it was on fire! I reached up, and smoothed out my hair, kind of glad, Natsume-sensei told me to put it down.
I pulled the paper from my pocket, and un-folded the crisp piece of parchment. 94Alice drive. Meet me tomorrow at 1:30 P.M on the dot. Do NOT be late. See you then. Was scribbled over the paper in elegant black script.
Holy crap. I have the address to the most sought out teacher in the school. The one every girl dreamed of having. I hated him. But, now, after the kiss, I wasn't so sure how I felt about him. And that was a problem.
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