Wow, I got such a great response to the first chapter, thank you!

Here we have the second instalment, enjoy...

Chapter 2

She attempted to channel confidence into her voice. "Barry. What are you doing here?"

A smirk curved on his lips, but didn't reach his eyes. He maintained his composure. "Just admiring the view."

She bristled at his reply, but pushed on, refusing to cave. "You're in enough hot water as it is with what you've done today. Don't make things any worse."

He advanced slowly, "We're not in school anymore, Miss. You can't tell me what to do."

"As if you'd listen to a word I'd say anyway." She deadpanned, trying to appear cool-headed even though the panic was beginning to rise in her chest.

He was now barely a metre from her, the wind picking at his hair. "Oh but Miss, I have been listening. I remember everything you've said to me."

She remained silent, trying to digest what he was saying. She kept cursing the fact that she had opened her front door before noticing him; she had practically made a path for him. Her grip on her keys tightened. He came ever closer, slowly invading her personal space. "I remember that you didn't answer my question, Miss." He said softly, making her title sound less and less respectful. It almost sounded teasing.

She felt frozen to the spot. She wanted to run inside and slam the door behind her, blocking him out. But she also wanted to stay and peer into the Barry very few had seen, no matter how sinister he appeared. This was one of his particular brands of torture, the same he had executed in the cooler barely an hour ago. You couldn't ignore him. He wouldn't let you.

He tilted his head slightly to one side, a stray whorl of hair blowing against his forehead. "I want," he breathed, "No, I would appreciate an answer, Miss."

She swallowed as he spoke; not noticing that they were now barely inches apart.

"...Am I a boy to you... or am I a man?"

He brought his face close enough for her feel the heat radiating off of him, for her hair to stroke his face in the air.

"...Miss."

Her hand was slack on her bag though her heart was hammering against her ribs. His eyes roamed over hers, down the bridge of her nose, to her lips. She had no way out. However she realised that a small part of her didn't care. Until her previously non-existent courage reared its head to goad him.

"My answer's the same as it would've been in the cooler." She met his ice-blue gaze.

He looked at her, surprised, and she thought she had caught him off guard... until he laughed. He slipped his hands into his pockets and stepped back, resting on his heels. She immediately mourned the loss of his presence. She came to her senses and her hands tightened around her belongings once again. He gave her a devilish smile, one that she wasn't sure she should be receiving from a student.

"See you for our one-to-one tomorrow, Miss."

With that he turned, still looking at her, and strode down the path against the wind. Her shoulders slumped as she replayed what had just transpired through her head. She suddenly realised that her front door was still open and hastily made her way inside, closing the door firmly behind her, double-locking it for peace of mind. She dropped her bag onto the sofa in the living room and shed her coat and heels. She padded into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on, craving something hot to soothe her quaking nerves. As the kettle boiled she leant against the counter and ran her hands over her face, considering his parting words. Her stomach dropped.

She had put him back on emergency measures because of that betting stunt. She would have to see him, alone, every day. Her morals wouldn't allow her to take him off and jeopardise his progress over some bad behaviour. But was it really that trivial? Would she be able to keep control over the situation next time, when she had failed today? Things just seemed to escalate with him, without her even realising. They had almost crossed the line. She couldn't let that happen again; she was a teacher, a professional, and a damn good one at that. She couldn't let the likes of Barry Barry get to her.

No matter how much that small, rebellious part of her wanted to.

Evil, I know :P

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