Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 6: Crash Landing 

EMMA’'s POV :

The next day at school, I was avoiding Mr. Hayes at all costs.

It was the right thing to do.

I just needed to get him out of my system so I could function normally again.

A Mr.Hayes detox, I called it.

I was doing well since Mr.Hayes mostly stayed in his art studio and I didn’t have that class today.

I chose to focus my energies on my friends and studies instead.

Tiff, Carrie, Mark, and I were having lunch in the quad.

It was still September, so the weather was warm and nice.

Mark was telling us gossips he heard from the teachers’ lounge.

Something about Ms.Diaz, our Spanish teacher, was being set up on a date with Mr.Hayes.

I rolled my eyes as soon as I heard his name.

The detox was gonna be harder than I thought. "Why would Mr.Hayes go out with Ms.Diaz?"

Tiff asked as she took a bite of her sandwich.

"Why not? She’s hot.He’s hot.They're both single,"Carrie replied.

Carrie had a point.

Ms.Diaz had the body of Jennifer Lopez and the face of Penelope Cruz.

She was in her late twenties and it amazed everyone at school how she was still single.

I remembered so many guys had a crush on her when taking her class, my ex Zach would be included in that list.

"I think Mr.Hayes could do better," Tiff interjected.

"Really?"Mark asked in disbelief.

Of course, he would take Ms.Diaz's side.

"He is So gorgeous and tall.He looked a lot like Ashton Kutcher.And he’s got a charming personality too, right Em?"

Carrie turned to me, asking for affirmation. I responded by choking on my chocolate milk.

"Yeah, sure," I mumbled out.

I didn’t enjoy this conversation we were having.

I got away from the art studio so! could stay away from Mr. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Hayes, not to be talking about how gorgeous and tall he is.

I sighed and turned my gaze away, hoping I could just tune out of this debate between which two teachers are hotter.

And suddenly, I saw something resembling a football came flying right at us.

It was followed by a guy who was racing to catch it.

"Watch out!" he yelled and all of us jerked away in response.

He jumped and managed to catch the ball right before it was going to hit my face.

Still, I closed my eyes and put my hands over my face in response.

He caught the ball, yes, but then his body fell and landed straight on my lap, hitting my knees and thighs with a loud thud.

"Ouch!"

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," the guy immediately got up to check on me, "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah, I'll be fine. No worries," I nodded.

"I'm Ryan, by the way. You're Emma, right?" he said suddenly and I looked up at him.

Seeing his face, now I remembered who he was Ryan Russo.

He was a senior and the wide receiver on our football team.

I remembered because cheerleading practice would coincide with football practice from time to time.

"Yup, that's me,"

I nodded my head and gave him a smile.

"Look, I’m really sorry about what happened.But if you give me your number, maybe I could make it up to you?" he said suddenly and everyone gasped in response.

I was taken aback, I didn’t know what to say.

"Her number's 404-572..." Tiff started yelling my number out and I glared at her.

"No, seriously, would that be okay?"

Ryan laughed as he pulled out his phone and handed it to me.

I thought about it for a while before nodding my head.

He was just trying to be nice.

Least I could do is to return the favor.

It was just a phone number.

And anyway, what’s wrong with making new friends? My friends were being ridiculous, as they started cheering and hollering.

Ignoring them, I focused on the task at hand.

After I tapped in my number, Ryan took his phone back and the biggest smile appeared on his face.

"So, I'll see you guys around,"

he nodded to all of us, but his gaze stayed at me a little longer than the others.

When he finally ran back to his friends, my friends had gone berserk.

They were chanting, laughing, and falling over their asses.

"Stop it, you guys are embarrassing," I scolded, but it made them laugh even harder.

"Look at you Miss Thang, you broke up with Zach and now you landed Ryan Russo," Tiff teased.

"Or actually, Ryan Russo landed on her," Mark chimed in.

"Guys, you're being ridiculous.It's just a phone number. He'd probably have tons of other girls’ number in there too," I told them.

"I don't know, Em, I have a good feeling about this one," Carrie said in a mysterious way.

"Oh, you have tea! Spill it!" Tiff demanded.

"Word on the street is that Ryan's been interested in you since last year, but Zach got to you first.But, who knows? Maybe now it’s his time,"

Carrie said and everyone started oohing and aahing.

I had seen Ryan around the school a lot.

He was always friendly and he would smile whenever I passed by.

But I never got any weird vibes from him.

I didn’t think anything of it.

My mind was wandering around aimlessly when I turned my head to the side and caught a glimpse of someone staring right at me from the classroom window.

I squinted my eyes to get a better look and I gasped as soon as I realized who it was.

Mr.Hayes.

His face looked serious and rigid.

When he saw that I was looking at him too, he took a deep breath and bit his lip.

Then he fet out his breath, turned around, and walked away, away from my sight.

I wondered if he had seen all that.

I wondered if that even matters.

After swim practice, I got back home from school and started on my homework.

I wondered if I should start thinking about my art portfolio, but then it reminded me of Mr.Hayes so I pushed that task aside.

Desperate for some distraction, I was glad when I suddenly got a text from Ryan.

Hey, sorry again for almost hitting you with a football today.

Ryan I texted him back: It's alright.

Could’ve been worse.

Before I knew it, we started full-on sending messages back and forth.

His funny memes successfully diverted my attention from Mr.

Hayes.

We texted until it was 1 AM, and we both agreed we should get some sleep.

But, when I put my phone away and try to sleep, my thoughts started racing again.

Thoughts about him.

Except for that one time at lunch, I didn’t see Mr.

Hayes at all.

I thought it was a good thing, I was getting him out of my system.

But turned out, my body was craving him more than ever.

I was starting to think that it was a mistake losing my virginity to him.

The only reason why I wanted to do it with a random guy at a bar was so that I didn’t have to deal with the emotional attachment.

I didn’t think that the guy would ever show up, mind you, in my own school and be my teacher.

I was tossing and turning around my bed, desperate for some rest.

Turning my body over, I buried my face into my pillow, Jetting out a frustrated groan onto the linen fabric.

"Sleep, just sleep," I told myself.

Closing my eyes shut, I started thinking about every boring thing out there in the world to lull me to sleep.

It was working.

I felt my body relaxed and my breathing got deeper.

I was sleeping.

Yet all of a sudden, my ears picked up the soft sound of my door creaking open.

And then I heard the sound of footsteps stalking over.

I was too tired to open my eyes or turn around, so I did absolutely nothing.

Then I felt something warm enveloping my entire body from behind.

No, it wasn't something, it was someone.

I shot my eyes open and turned my face around.

"Mr. Hayes?"I gasped.

He was smirking as his body leaned down on me, rendering me unable to move.

"How did you ?" I started to speak, but he put his finger over my mouth to shush me. "Do you miss me?"

he whispered to my ear and his lip planted a small kiss on the back of my earlobe.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t move away either.

He planted soft, wet kisses on my jawline, reaching down to my neck and collarbone.

His one hand slid under my body to grab my right boob, and the other hand trailed my back and gripped my left ass cheek.

I found myself whimpering uncontrollably beneath him.

"Good, ‘cause I miss you too," he murmured to my skin.

His body was pressed up against my back and I could feel something hard grazing my lower spine.

My hips jerked up once I realized what it was.

"You've been avoiding me, haven't you?" he said again, and I chose not to respond.

His right hand started massaging my right boob over my shirt, and his left hand lifted up before slapping my left butt cheek raw.

"Ouch!" my breath hitched.

"Such a bad girl," he hissed.

It was a weird feeling to be slapped on the butt, but somehow it triggered my pussy to start clenching.

His left hand started running circles around my burning butt cheek, caressing it softly, and then he lifted his hand slapped it again.

I chewed my lip together to stop myself from screaming.

"You can avoid me all you want, but I know I'm already inside your head. And I know you want me inside of you too," he grunted, pausing for a moment before saying, "and fuck you senseless, baby girl,"

My body responded by arching itself closer to him, all without my control.

He chuckled lowly as he lifted my hips higher, positioning himself right in between my butt.

His left hand moved from my behind and over my body, sneakily snaking its way through my underwear.

When he slid his finger across my slit, I was brought back into ecstasy.

He ran circles around my clit, skillfully rubbing and pinching the bud with his thumb and index finger.

"Ah," I moaned involuntarily.

"Ssh, don’t wake your parents," he said as brought his right hand to cover my mouth.

Wet cream was pooling around my core as he started rubbing his manhood on my behind.

His fingers were dancing around my clit, and suddenly he flicked the flimsy fabric of my underwear to the side, exposing my opening to the cold air.

Without warning, I felt a hard deep thrust penetrating my inside.

If it weren't for his hand over my mouth, I would be a screaming, slobbering mess.

He pushed himself into me slow and gentle at first, but as I started expanding around him, his thrusts grew violently and with no remorse.

My walls started contracting around his hard length and I pushed back against him as he pounded into me mercilessly.

My whole body was shaking in need.

His fingers continued assaulting my clit while his rock-hard penis hammered my dripping wet core.

"Let go, baby girl.Cum for me," his husky voice murmured to my skin.

I couldn't hold it any longer.

Everything was spiraling out of control.

My eyes rolled back and I let go, clenching tightly around him as I exploded.

It felt like I was seeing stars.

The feeling was too much, I had to bit on his fingers to keep myself quiet.

And when he was done, he let go of my hips and my body collapsed on the bed.

My heavy breathing was slowing down and I felt a warm, sweet kiss on the back of my neck, sending me to an even higher paradise.

"That's it.Now, go to sleep, baby girl,"

And I did.