Mmhmm. Totally love writing this story. I think I have a thing for people being hurt. O.o Anyhow figured since it's 12 am (my time.) it technically is the next day. Soooo here you are! Hope you like it.

Chapter 3

"…500 words minimum. Explain the first part of the chapter in your own words." I was actually listening today. Writing things down. It was finally Friday. I had the whole weekend at home alone. I told Seth that I needed a weekend to myself. He just nodded. I knew he wouldn't allow it. He'd probably end up stopping by but I had to at least try.

Ryan had kept me everyday after class except for today because I gave him no reason to keep me. I didn't want to be close to him. No. Not again. It was hard to be close to him and not kiss him. God, I don't even know the guy and I'm thinking of kissing him.

"Taylor." He's stopping me from leaving class. I don't want to stay. I want to go to Seth. Okay, I take that back. I don't want to go to see Seth but I have no other choice. I'm not in the mood for sex today. And if he hits me then I know that's what it will result in.

"I can't." I try leaving. He's stepping towards me.

"Here." He hands me the quiz from Tuesday. He's letting me make it up. I smile and quickly sit down in an empty chair. I text Seth quickly. Tell him what's going on. Ryan's on the phone. He's talking to his wife or I'm assuming that he's talking to her. If only I could hear the other part of the conversation.

"It's a boy…" A boy? Is his wife pregnant? I want to know. I'm nosy. He's not smiling. Does he not want a baby? He hangs up and puts his head in his hands. I ask what's wrong. I know I shouldn't but I don't have a choice. I do but I don't. "My wife. She's pregnant. And I'm not in love with her anymore." He takes a deep breath. I can't believe he just told me all of that. Why would he tell me all of that?

"Love isn't real. It's all in your head." I state simply trying to turn my attention back to the quiz. "You really believe that?" He asks from his desk. I nod. "You're right." He says slowly. "I'm always right." I give him a smile. He gives one back.

"Mr. Atwood, can I ask are you like this with a lot of students?" I'm sitting on the edge of my chair waiting for his answer. He shakes his head and smiles again. "Never." He's got this look in his eyes. A look of lust. "Good." I smile and finish the quiz. He's grading it and all of my answers are right. "See what you can do when you listen." He hands it back to me.

"It's your fault I'm not listening." I say and walk to get my stuff. He's laughing and shaking his head as I head to my next class. The bells ringing. Thankfully I'm not late. I'm on cloud 9.

At least I am until lunch. Seth's pissed and I'm his punching bag. Whatever. It should be over soon. I take a deep breath and try to remember Ryan's smile. Mr. Atwood. My gorgeous teacher. Oh God, I have feelings for my teacher! How sick can I get?

I'm running to the bathroom. I'm going to be sick. Again. I'm leaning up against the stall door now wishing to disappear from the world. I wash my face in the sink and apply make-up to any bruises I can find on my face.

I'm missing my social chair position. It took a lot of my time up. It was nice. I've become like this recluse since Seth became my boyfriend.

It's Saturday. Thank God. I'm alone. My mom decided she needed a vacation. Seth was going to visit his mom this weekend in rehab then he and his dad were going to do stuff together. So I was spared a weekend. It was amazing.

Pants piss me off. So I try not to wear them whenever I possibly can. When I'm home alone is usually when that happens. The doorbell's ringing. I forget that I'm in just my panties and a tank top until I'm standing facing my History teacher. I'm well aware now that I'm practically naked!

He's got this smirk on his face. He's rubbing his chin. Oh God, he's checking me out. I know I'm blushing. But I'm not moving. I'm still standing in front of him half dressed.

"Do you always answer your door dressed like that?" He's laughing. "I didn't the other day." I smirk. "True." He nods.

"Very. Come in. I'm going to run up stairs and put some clothes on." I'm still blushing.

"If that's what you want." At first I thought he was referring to him coming in. But he's not. He's referring to me putting clothes on. Oh God, my history teacher is a bit of a perv. But strangely. I like it.

The next thing I know I'm pushing him down on the couch. I'm straddling his legs. My lips haven't touched his yet. But his hands are my hips. I groan. He just touched my bruise. He's lifting my shirt up a little. He sees the bruises. He stops. Pushes me off of him. I take a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen. You're so hot. And you just keep showing up and I just…" He's laughing. Oh God, why is he laughing at me? I'm being honest and he's laughing!

"Does he do that?" He's not laughing anymore. Now he's pointing to my hips. I'm pulling my shirt down. "I'm going to get dressed." I start to get up from the couch. He's got my hand now.

"You can tell me." He whispers.

"It's none of your business. Now I would really like to put some clothes on." I fake smile at him. He nods and let's me go. He's still sitting on the couch when I return downstairs. I'm in a pair of sweat pants now. I pulled on a long sleeve t-shirt too.

"Trying to hide something?" He lifts an eye brow seeing me. "My body." I sigh and sit next to him. "You shouldn't." My teacher is trying to seduce me. But I can't deny that I don't like it. Because I really do.

"Why me?" I'm asking. He just smiles. "Why not?" He asks.

"Are you like one of those pervy teachers who go after their students because you have like this weird fantasy or something?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Never been attracted to a student before." That makes me happy. I'm acting like he's attracted to me. I change the subject. "So, tell me about your wife." I'm smiling acting like I really care.

"She's a model. Marissa Cooper. I met her in college. We got married after we both graduated. Just moved here a few weeks ago. Now she's pregnant." He sighs. He hasn't smiled the whole time he's talking about her.

"Okay, Monday you were all happy to be talking to her on the phone and now you're not in love with her anymore?" I question.

"It's a front. As much as my wife and I barely get along I'm not leaving her." He looks over at me. "What are you doing here, Ryan?" I find myself asking. There has to be a reason. What does he think he's going to get from me?

"To talk." I look in his eyes and truthfully think he's being honest. "Do you not have friends to talk to?" I question jokingly.

"Can't. Marissa and I share the same friends." He answers truthfully.

"Are you happy about having a baby?" I ask. Of course he isn't because the look on his face tells me that. "I don't know. Never saw myself having kids with Marissa." He runs his hand through his hair. Oh God, he's so sexy. "Oh." I can't say anything else. I'm fucking horny. This isn't happening. No. No. NO! He's my teacher! I keep thinking if I tell myself that so many times that it will stick in my head and I'll instantly be turned off. It's not working so far. But it's only been a week.

"I'm hungry." I get off of the couch quickly. He's laughing but he's following me. We're eating. I love to cook. Apparently he likes to eat.

"That wasn't too bad." He teases. "I know." I say confidently. My phone's ringing. It's Seth. I ignore it.

"Where's your wife? I mean shouldn't you be home with her instead of here with me?" I ask as I was the dishes we dirtied. "She's visiting her mom in New York." He takes a deep breath.

"Oh, so you thought you'd just come visit your student?" I smile. He nods.

"You know I should probably start that essay. So…" I trail off seeing if he wants to leave yet. Because I know if he doesn't then I can't say I won't kiss him.

"Where's your boyfriend?" He asks out of nowhere. "He's visiting his mom." I answer and my smile fades. He's the last person I want to talk about. Out goes my good mood.

"Where's your mom?" He asks. Why is he asking me so many questions? "Vacation." I answer simply. "You're home alone?" He raises an eyebrow. What is he thinking? Oh how I want to get into that head of his. "Always." I'm walking out of the kitchen now. He's not following me.

"You leaving?" I ask. He nods. "Thanks for lunch." I realize that he nods a lot. Almost too much. "No problem. I hope you have a good weekend." I smile turning towards the stairs to walk up them. "See you Monday." He's got my hand. Sparks. I think he can feel them too. He's kissing my cheek now. It takes so much to not kiss him on the lips.

I know this relationship or whatever we have going on here isn't normal. It's not appropriate either. But I'm not stopping it.

"Look, Ryan. You're what, 25? I'm 17. Why are you coming on to me? I mean that is what you're doing, right?" I'm questioning him. I barely ever care what I say. This time is no different.

"24." Is all he says. "A year doesn't make such a difference." I cross my arms pulling my hand away. "Yes it does. 18 makes a lot of difference to 17." He states.

"True." I'm nod. He's right but why's it even matter.

"Still you're seven years older than me. You visiting me, are you sure it's appropriate?" I asks. Of course it isn't. No other teacher of mine has ever come to my house and let me straddle their legs. "Probably not, but I won't tell anyone." He smirks. "Me either." I whisper and he's leaving. I watch him leave and I'm smiling.