Young Girl

Chapter Five

Max

Walking into Mr. King's classroom on Monday was the most torturous thing I've ever endured.

But I guess that's what you get when you make out with a teacher.

Mr. King wouldn't even look at me. Not that I blamed him much.

His entire lesson went by in what felt like five minutes because he wouldn't look at me.

He kept biting his lip and looking at his feet when he wasn't looking at the class- minus me.

His lip biting reminded me of when I was kissing those lips only a day and a half ago.

I know that, that shouldn't have happened, but there's something about doing something 'bad' that makes it so exciting. And I'd do it again if I was given the opportunity.

Mr. King was a great kisser and kissing him made me feel amazing. Like, the fact that there could be consequences for it if we were to kiss again made me want to tempt fate and kiss him again.

"Max. Max. Class is over." Mr. King's voice drifted into my thoughts.

I snapped out of my thoughts about kissing him more and stood up, noticing that there were no students left in this classroom besides me.

"You seemed distracted during class, is everything okay, Max?" he asked, sitting on the edge of his desk, watching as I bent down to get my backpack off the floor.

"Yeah, just have a lot on my mind." I replied, standing in front of him.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

"Nothing you don't already know about."

"Oh, so that's what you were thinking about. Max, you can't let what happened interfere with your education."

I looked around me to make sure nobody was around or could be listening before I whispered, "I kissed my teacher, of course I'm gonna be thinking about it."

"And you don't think I'm worried about someone finding out I made out with a student? Of course I am, but I can't let it screw with my job." he whispered back.

"I don't think it's a very good idea to be talking about this in school where anybody could walk in and hear."

"Probably not. But there's nowhere else we can talk. Even though we do desperately need to talk about that."

"I agree. But we shouldn't in school."

"No, but there's nowhere else we could talk about this. If I'm seen outside of school with a student I could get fired and arrested." Mr. King sighed.

"Then we just won't be seen. We can find somewhere to go where we won't be anywhere in sight of other people."

"Like where? Everywhere in the world has people. Except for like, houses and stuff like that."

"Well, then I don't know what to do."

"What about that concert downtown tonight? It could look like pure coincidence that we met up and started talking."

I nodded and glanced at the clock above the classroom door to see how much more time I had before my next class.

"Alright. I'll see you tonight. Bye, Mr. King."

I turned around and ran out of class and to my next class, actually excited about going to see Mr. King tonight.

"Dad! I'm going to the concert downtown tonight!" I yelled as I ran upstairs to my room.

As I was rummaging through my closet for something to wear, my dad came into my room.

"What'd you say, Max? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"There's a concert downtown tonight, and I'm going."

"Okay, what time will you be home?"

"I dunno."

I finally decided to wear a gray Hollister hoodie, black skinny jeans, and gray boots.

"Okay. Do you need Marian to drive you or do you want to take the car?"

"I'll take Ari's car. Marian's is a stick shift, I can't drive stick."

"Alright."

Dad left so I could change into the clothes I was planning on wearing.

I changed quickly and went over to my "vanity" type area and quickly pulled my hair into a side-braid and touched up my eyeliner. That was the only thing that needed touching up from my makeup.

I took one last look in the mirror and headed out to the concert.

It was now about seven o'clock p.m.

I hadn't gotten home until about six because I play on the school's field hockey team and we had practice.

Mr. King and I had agreed to meet up at quarter after seven by a small kiosk at the place where the concert was being held.

And once I arrived, he was there waiting for me.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, telling me to follow him. I did, but not super closely, so it didn't look like I was following him.

The concert was being held by a beach, so there were all of those changing room things that you can use to change into your swim suit. But on that particular day, one was used so a teacher and a student could talk about a big problem.

Thankfully, Mr. King had found a changing room with a double entrance, so he could go in one side and I could go in another so it wouldn't look like we were going in together.

Once we were both inside and the doors were closed and locked, I sat down on a little bench inside and waited for one of us to begin talking.

I curled my knees up against my chest and made room on the bench for Mr. King to sit down.

He sat down next to me and sighed.

"Max, one of us needs to start talking or I'm gonna freak." Mr. King said, trying to speak over the blaring music.

"Well, we do have a lot to talk about..."

"True. Max, we kissed. I'm your teacher, and you're my student. That's a problem in itself. I haven't been able to stop thinking about how we kissed since it happened."

"Neither have I. And not just because you're my teacher."

"Right. Not just because you're my student."

"Mr. King, I don't want to just forget about that. I know both you and I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out about the kiss, but I don't want to forget it. I don't want to pretend it never happened."

"Neither do I."

I smiled slightly and looked over at him.

"So what do you want to do about it?" he asked.

He looked back at me and smiled a half-smile.

As soon as our eyes met, we both began to lean in for another kiss.

A few seconds passed before he pulled away, whispering, "So not only have I kissed a student, but I've done it more than once. And I really want to again..."

My hands cupped his neck, bringing him back to me, as my lips touched his again.

This time, it got a little- okay, a lot- more heated than it had been before.

Like, one of my hands were on his chest, the other was curled tightly into his hair. One of his hands was on the back of my head while his other arm was curled around my waist.

I never wanted this to end.

Unfortunately, my luck just had to bullshit me out of a good time, because my phone started to vibrate.

I sighed and pulled away from Mr. King, pulling my phone out of my back pocket.

How in the hell is it that Nudge always seems to text me when I'm making out with our English teacher?

I sat back and flipped my phone open.

She wanted to tell me that she was going to go wait for me by a little coffee kiosk by the stage.

I sent back a text telling her I'd be there in a few minutes and looked back up at Mr. King.

"I gotta go meet Nudge again." I frowned, leaning in to kiss him again.

He kissed me back, holding tightly onto my hips.

"Max, we never decided what we were going to do about this..." Mr. King whispered against my lips between kisses.

"What do you think we should do about it?" I asked, grabbing tightly onto his hair and stealing another kiss.

"Max, this is going to sound bad and perverted in so many ways, but I really like kissing you... A lot."

I smiled and kissed him again.

"I like kissing you too, Mr. King. But like you said, we could get in a lot of trouble."

"Not if nobody knows."

"Yeah, if nobody knows," I kissed him again before realizing I still had to go meet Nudge. "I gotta go. See you in class tomorrow."

I kissed him one last time before leaving the changing room from the back door and running to find Nudge.

"Hey! Nudge!" I yelled, coming up behind her.

"Hey, Max. Wait, are you wearing lipstick?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. Why?"

"Your lips look unnaturally rosy. You sure you're not wearing lipstick?"

"I'm sure." I replied, worried she'd figure my dirty little secret out.

She completely averted her gift of talking away from me and randomly burst out with, "OhmyGod! Is that Mr. King? Don't you have to actually like music to go to a concert? I mean, he's hot an all, but he doesn't look like one who'd be into music."

"Ya'know, I just realized what you meant by him being hot. I mean, he's not bad looking at all."

"Right?"

Hey, guys! So I'm sure you're tired of hearing this, but I've started ANOTHER fanfiction. Different from the last time I announced one. This time, however, it isn't for Maximum Ride, it's for Harry Potter. I was thinking of uploading it sometime very soon because I want feedback. I'm not sure whether or not I'm going to leave it as a oneshot, as it is now, or write more of it. That's where I would like you guys to give me your opinion. If you don't think it's worth writing more, don't feel like you need to say you like it. I'm not even sure I think it's good enough. But my friend in real life who reads all my chapters before they're uploaded to proof-read said I should upload it anyway and see what YOU think because I'm always saying I'm not a good writer.

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