Hey! So I just got back from a One Direction concert and I am in a really good mood. I got the tickets 10 months ago and I finally saw them! I'm sorry if I am bragging or just plain boring you but, I have no social life so I thought I might just tell you. And I want to hear your opinion on teacher/student relationships. I personally think that they are totally awesome and it'd be so cool to have such a secret relationship as long as the student is 16 plus and the teacher is 23 or below. I know it's against the law and all that crap but still, I find them interesting. Anyway here is chapter 3!
Mr. Mikaelson unlocks the door to his apartment. He pushes the door open and turn towards me and says, "Ladies first." I blush slightly and walk into his apartment.
Right when you walk in there is a painting of an American flag, which I find funny because he isn't from America. I point to the flag and joke, "You're very patriotic for someone who isn't American."
He chuckles at this and states, "Well I do teach American history. I find America very fascinating and very independent," he smiles then blushes, "I assume you don't really care though so lets just go with it has the easiest history to learn."
I love how he cares so much for what he teaches, but he show such a little amount of interest in it. But I know he really does care for it. I see right through his act.
"Anyway, you can sit here," He pulls a chair out from a table near where we are standing. I blush and take a seat. He sits down across form me and our knees rub against each other. I don't bother pulling them away though, I very much enjoy the touch. He doesn't seem to mind it much either, because he doesn't pull away.
"So, why don't we review the Revolutionary War, do you know whom was fought whom?" Mr. Mikaelson laughs, obviously I know who fought who. I have learned about this since fifth grade.
"Um... I think it was Canada and um.. Brazil?" I joke, causing him to laugh and make eye contact with me. I don't break the eye contact and neither does he.
We stare at each other for what feels like hours before he gets this look in his eyes. I'm not sure what the look is or what caused him to do it... but I know it must be coming from some form of lust, and need.
What I do it totally uncalled for, and totally wrong... and I know it, but I don't care.
I kiss my U.S history teacher, Mr. Mikaelson, in his apartment. At first he looks bewildered, but then he starts to kiss back. And things start heating up, his tongue is inside my mouth, exploring while my hands mess up his dirty blonde hair.
But then I realize what is happening, and I realize I need to stop it. Not that I want to, but I have to. It could ruin my future, and get him fired, and possibly go to jail.
So I pull away from the heated kiss. I clear my throat, grab my bag and run outside the door without looking back. Once I am about to walk into the elevator I hear Mr. Mikaelson scream 'Caroline' But I don't turn back, I can't do this. I don't even know his real name! I walk into the elevator and try to block out his voice, I press the button to go to the first floor, the doors start closing when I see and hand intercept them. It's Mr. Mikaelson's hand.
"Caroline, please.. don't go... lets talk this through. Please." He looks so hurt and lost, but I don't give in to him. I want to, but I can't. It's not just my future it would ruin, it is also his.
"Get out of the way or I will take the stairs." I say a little too coldly. His eyes start to water and he nods his head, as he removes his head out of the elevator and it starts moving to floor one.
I walked away from a mess that I started. I am the reason he is sad. It's all my fault. I can't blame anyone but my own stupidity.
She hasn't come to school for the past two days. I checked with the office and they say that she reported she was sick. I know she's not. She is avoiding me. I can't tell if I am angry or if this is just what a betrayal feels like. I know I feel used.
But today will be different because I saw her walking with her friends.
"And that is how General Robert E. Lee surrendered to Ulysses S. Grant." I say not taking my eyes off Caroline. However I can tell she isn't paying attention, and she is trying to ignore me. So I decide to point her out. Nobody puts me through hell without me returning the favor.
"Ms. Forbes, will you please repeat what I just said?" I ask her, she looks up, embarrassed.
"I wasn't listening." She says, playing right into my game.
"Well, I'll see you in detention." I say, regretting it immediately. I can't be alone with her, that would end badly. When I'm angry, nothing ends well.
I start walk into Mr. Mikaelson's room for detention.
I walk to a desk in the back of the room and avoid eye contact with him. I don't want to be here. It's killing me, not being able to run into his arms, and to kiss his raspberry lips.
"Sweetheart..." Mr. Mikaelson whispers from behind me. I jerk a little in my seat, not knowing he was right behind me.
"Mr. Mikaelson.." I say back, trying to keep my cool.
"Any reasons to why you were present in my class yet weren't listening?" He asks, coming in closer than a teacher should.
"I hate history." I say, which is not fully true.
"Are you sure you hate history?" He asks, his lips rubbing against my ear. "Or are you just afraid that you are attracted to your history teacher?" He asks, and I know this is going downhill for me.
"No. It's just that I hate history, but, now that you mention him... I don't like him much either." I say sourly, I don't know why I'm doing this. It is all kinds of wrong, being this mean. But being too nice would be wrong, also.
"Ouch." He whispers, as he moves to the front of the classroom where he sits and ignores me.
The tension in the room is so thick, that a knife couldn't even cut through it. The silence continues for about five minutes then...
"Okay, fine!" I exclaim. "Fine!" I through my arms in the air in frustration. "I feel this strange attraction to my history teacher. I don't know his name, I don't know his age, but I know I want to be with him! I want something I can't have, and I don't think I can handle not having him any longer!" I start talking louder and a few tears slip out of my eyes. I start to walk towards him, every word I say, I take another step towards him.
He seems shocked but satisfied. He gets up and starts walking towards me.
"Well, I may be able to help you with a few of your problems: My name is Niklaus Mikaelson. But I want you to call me Klaus. I am twenty three years old, I have a similar problem with you. Except with my case I feel this strange attraction with my student." Klaus says while taking the last step that separated us. I wrap my arms around his neck and push his head forward so our mouths meet. I have to stand on my tip-toes so can reach his lips.
"W-wait." I whimper pulling away. "Let's go to your apartment, it's way to risky here." This makes him smile.
"Has you wish m'lady." he says with a smirk as he bows. I curtsy and he says, "You will leave and start walking to my apartment, I will count to sixty and will follow you."
I nod my head and smile, I have always dreamed of having a relationship, a dramatic relationship. The ten year old version of myself would be very proud of me, because he is also British.
My future self will be the only one to decide if what I did was right, or was the worse mistake in my life.
But honestly I could care less, he is worth the try.
I can't help but think: Maybe I was right when I thought everything has changed.
So I wrote the scene that got together in about five times. I just didn't like how I wrote it. But the one I decided I am actually very proud of. It kind of reminded me of the *SPOILER SPOILER* Delena get together scene from 4x23. So please review it, it would mean a lot. Next chapter I will mention the people who review so, review so you can get mentioned ;) anyway hope you liked it.