'Stop staring at me…just look away…please.'

He didn't though, and it should creep me out. But, oh my God he was gorgeous.

"Okay I think we'll call it an early day today. You guys have listened to me talk enough." Tiny laughs were heard around the room, and people started getting up talking quietly and leaving. I didn't though. I swallowed hard and looked down at my desk. I heard the last few students leave and papers shuffling.

"You have a question Knight?" I looked up eyes wide and managed a small shake of the head. "Would you like to discuss your major?"

'Perfect excise to be with him.'

"Yes…please…"

'Why did I say please? God I'm an idiot' He nodded and rolled his sleeve sup on his arms, above his elbows.

"Okay…so you really like playing guitar?" I nodded and put my papers and books in my back pack. "So you should be taking as many music classes as you can. It's one thing to know how to play, but you cannot get a job just playing unless you're a rock star."

'I bet if I was a rock star, you would notice me.' He got up from his desk, holding two papers.

"So here is a list of all the classes Yale offers. There's not that much, but enough to get you a degree in music. And after your four years here…"

'Four years with him? Heaven.'

"You can go anywhere, and teach guitar."

"You mean be a teacher?" He nodded and set the paper son my desk. I looked at them and saw the words, but I could not understand them. He was standing right in front of me. He crotch…perfect view. I knew I was blushing, and I hoped to God, he couldn't see them.

"You alright? You look kind of flustered…" I looked up and he gave a small smile. "I know…it's overwhelming…but, these are the best years of your life. Live them to the fullest." I swallowed hard.

"Thanks-thanks Mr. Mitchell." He smiled big and walked back to his desk.

"That's why I'm here Kendall." I watched him start putting things in his bag, not looking at me. I stayed seated. I didn't want to be away from him. I couldn't, he was…my oxygen. He was my everything. And he didn't even know it.

"Babe?" I stood up, knocking my bag off my desk and turned to the door. My…boyfriend…yupp…I forgot about him. He sauntered in, without even looking at Mr. Mitchell. "We have a date." He picked up my bag and flipped it over his shoulder. "Lets go." I swallowed hard and let him pull me to the door. I turned and saw Mr. Mitchell…looking sad.

"Thanks Mr. Mitchell…I'll see you next time…" I was pulled out of the room fast and his lips were on my neck. "I was having a meeting Adam."

"I don't care…we have a date." I looked up at him and he shook his head. "Remember, you begged me for a romantic, bullshit dinner?" I looked away and sighed quietly.

An hour later we were sitting at an Italian restaurant. He was stuffing his face with garlic bread. I looked around and saw our waiter walking back with the check. He set it down and smiled, walking away. Adam picked it up and gave it to me.

"Can you pay babe?" I took to form him and pulled out my wallet. I pulled out two twenties and put them in the little book. "Man this was a good dinner. You happy now? We had a fancy romantic dinner." I gave a fake smile and he stood up. I stood up with him, and we walked out, him holding my hand. He got me in his car and slowly drove down the street until he pulled into a dark parking lot.

"What are we doing?" He shut off his car and smiled. I smiled back and he leaned in quick. Our lips crashed together hard and his hands went on my waist. He pulled me into him while taking off my seat belt. I pulled away and laughed. "What's on your mind?" His lips sucked onto my neck while his hands worked my belt. I slowly started understand and pushed him away. "I'm not ready." He rolled his eyes and went back to sucking on my neck. He got my belt undone and I again pushed away. "Seriously I don't want to right now…" He sighed and unbuttoned my pants. I pushed his hands away and he shook his head.

"Babe come on! I'm horny as shit!" I buttoned myself up and buckled my belt. "Seriously…" His hand rubbed on my crotch and pushed it away. He groaned out and sat back in his seat. "Your being a dick. And a fucking tease." I looked over at him and he was pouting.

"I'm not ready. I thought you said you would wait for me?" He chuckled and turned to me.

"Well I don't want to wait anymore, so either we have sex or get out of my car." My mouth dropped and I quickly opened the door. I got out, slamming the door hard. He started the car, and I walked fast. "Babe…come one!" I turned to the left and he was driving by slowly. "Just get in the car. I'm sorry."

"Leave me alone." He sighed and closed his window. He speed off fast and I stopped. "Asshole!" He turned a corner and I looked around. I had no idea where I was. I pulled out my phone, and groaned. It died right in my hand and I put it back in my pocket. I saw a bus stop up ahead and I walked to it. I sat on the bench and sighed looking down.

I am a genius. I definitely know how to pick winners. Just because he had wash board abs, beautiful hair…I was sucked in. He isn't even that good of a kisser.

I wondered if Mr. Mitchell was a good kisser? I looked up quick. I shook my head.

'STOP THINKIGN ABOUT YOUR PROFESSOR LIKE THAT!' I groaned and sat back closing my eyes. I heard a car, but because it wasn't a bus I didn't look up. I didn't care. I just wanted to be home, in my dorm, asleep.

"Kendall…Kendall Knight?" I looked up, and stood up quick. It was none other than Mr. Mitchell. "Are you alright?" I saw him, looking at my neck and knew there was a hickey.

"Uhm…I'm…I'm fine…" He slowly walked to me and swallowed hard. I knew I was blushing, because he was wearing an old worn out Yale sweater , and dark blue loose fitting jeans.

"What are you doing out here…alone?" I laughed and put my hands in my pockets.

"I was…left." His eyes grew.

"Left? By who?"

"My boyfriend…he tried…pushing me to do something I didn't want to, and left me." He sighed and stuck a hand in the front pocket of his sweater. He pulled out keys and turned to his car.

"I'll drive you home." I slowly walked to the open door, and got in. He shut the door softly and walked to the driver's side. His car smelt like his cologne and it made my stomach flutter. He got in, and shut his door hard. I turned to him as he turned his car on, and he looked angry.

"Look, Mr. Mitchell…if you don't want to drive me home…" He looked at me and shook his head.

"No it's not that…I just can't believe someone would just leave someone out in t=one of the most dangerous parts of town alone." I smiled and looked away.

"Yeah I really know how to pick 'em." He et out a soft sigh and started driving.

I couldn't stop thinking that this was fate. I knew he was gay…he used to date a really attractive model from L.A. I also had a huge crush on him…this had to be fate what else could it be?

"So where am I taking you?"

'Your place?'

"Uhm…the dorms." I turned to him and he nodded. He drove down the street and stopped at a red light. We were silent. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was so…handsome. He was 11 years older than me…but age is just a number.

"You know…not every good looking guy is great for you." I looked away and smiled.

"Yeah I'm starting to understand that." He drove through the green light and chuckled.

"Your young though…you'll learn." I turned back to him and thought about how much more he could teach me…outside the classroom.