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away from the darkness that was beginning to engulf them.
He smiled and cupped my chin then brushed his lips across mine.
When I smiled he asked, “Have I told you I love when you do that?”
“You’ve mentioned it a few times,” I said smiling wildly.
“Well let me say it once more.” He pecked my lips. “I love you.”
This stunned me. He’d never said that before. Always my smile or my eyes but never me as a whole.
He saw my hesitation and frowned a bit. “You don’t have to say it back. I’m a big boy, Layla. I can handle if you don’t.”
That wasn’t it at all. I had already made up my mind that I was deeply in love with this man. But…I was moving. Could I still love this man if I was never going to see him again in a few months?
Not to mention he was my freaking teacher. That was a big glitch in my loving him and him loving me back. He was nine years older than me, something my father or society wouldn’t accept. I had no idea where this relationship was going to go. Would he still love me after I graduated. I mean before I found out I was moving. Would he have stayed with me if I graduated?
He’d just told me he loved and that was something my brain wouldn’t stop repeating. He loved me. He loved me. He loved me.
Even though my mind kept telling me he loved me something in me kept screaming that this was wrong. That it was an utterly horrible situation. But…I couldn’t help my feelings towards him. I couldn’t deny that I loved Devin.
“Layla, breathe, love. Breathe,” he said noticing the worry on my face.
But it was getting hard to do just that. Things were so screwed up. It felt like I was drowning in my own emotions.
“We are so fucked.” I whispered.
He laughed loudly, voice echoing across the lake. “I’m happy to know you feel the same way. You do feel the same way, don’t you?”
“I know I’m not supposed to, but I can’t help but love you.”
He ran his fingers down my neck and just the feel of his fingertips against my exposed flesh sent my skin tingling.
“This is bad.” I mumbled.
He removed the jacket I had been wearing.
“Let me worry about the bad,” he said making a trail of kisses from my mouth to my collarbone. “You just worry about the good.” His teeth grazed my neck and I couldn’t help but smile. “And what feels good.”
“Feels fantastic.” I mumbled.
He pulled back and chuckled. When his lips left my skin I gave a small whine that made him laugh a loud once more. He took hold of my hand pulled me down stairs.

Chapter Eighteen
It had been about two weeks since Devin told me he loved me and since I’d told Marina my secret. She’d been doing a good job at keeping it but not from talking about it with me. She’d call me late at night when I was texting Devin and want to know if anything had changed. It was the same every other night she called.
No. My father hadn’t changed his mind about the move. If anything he was making more plans. Like what high school I would attend so I could complete the rest of my year or confirming the house we would live in with his bosses. I had to admit that I absolutely positively hated his bosses now. Like as of now I had a serious vendetta out against them. They were number two on my hit list. Number one was Arnold Schwarzen-whatever. He would always be number one.
Okay, so maybe I was over reacting. About the bosses, not Schwarzenegger. I had valid reasons on why I thought he should be assassinated. The bosses were only trying to help my father out. Or so I hoped.
Other than me moving, my life was going really well. Devin and I hadn’t fought once since then, other than a couple of petty arguments on the topic of Jack’s practices. And to end those I just stopped going. It was an unneeded argument that wasted valuable time that could have been spent doing other things.
Devin and I had gotten really skilled at our little “study sessions” too. He had changed his class room around so that now his desk was closer to the spare closet. He told me he did this because it would eliminate the problem of someone looking through the window of the door. It was once covered with some type of flyer but the activity was over and now the flyer was taken down.
He had been in the middle of replacing the flying with an orange senior newsletter when a student opened the door and handed him a note. The class was in the middle of a test so they didn’t notice the curious look he had as he looked from the note to me.
The test was really freaking long and took all damn period but once I was done with my test he handed me the note. It said it was from Mr. Miller and that he needed to see me after school. I put the slip in my pocket and waited for the bells to ring.
After the second bell released Jack and the others, I made up some reason to stay behind so I could spend a bit of time with Devin. He’d told me he had something to do later tonight so I wouldn’t be able to see him later.
He mistook my staying behind for time for a quickie in the supply room. He kissed me deeply when I came back to his room, pinning me against the white promethean board.
When I realized that his intentions were impure I tried to free myself.
“No, I can’t today.” I told him. “I have to go see Mr. Miller.”
He pulled away from me and stared at me curiously.
“Why?” He asked. “Why’d he send a note for you?”
I shrugged. “Not sure. It just said he wanted to speak with me about something after my last class today.”
“So…we don’t have time for…” His sly grin made his features a bit more devious.
I knew what he wanted but it would just have to wait. Miller’s note said after class and it was already ten to fifteen minutes after.
I shook my head but touched my lips to the base of his neck, causing him to tremble with pleasure. When I pulled away from him I could tell by his confused expression I’d given him mixed signals.
“I’ve really got to go, Devin.”
He sighed, not really wanting to, but still released me.
After leaving Devin, I walked a few halls over to find Millers classroom. He was still on the freshman hall teaching World History. I had taken it a year ago and passed with a B. It was a pretty advanced class to be on the freshman hall but I never questioned it. It wasn’t anything to question, not that anyone would change it if I did.
When I knocked on the door Miller told me to come in but there seemed to be a smile in his tone.
As I entered, he told me to close the door behind me.
I found this a bit odd but complied.
He didn’t look up as I entered or even as he spoke to me.
“How are you today, Ms. Bungah?”
“Layla,” I told him. “I don’t really like for people to call me by my last name. And I’m pretty good. Why do you ask?”
He didn’t answer that question but instead posed another.
“I’ve called you here today to see if you would be truthful with me.” I stared at him a bit curiously. “What are you and Simmons doing?”
“I’m sorry what?” I asked a bit shocked. “What do you mean?” There was no playing confused here. I was genuinely confused as to why Miller was asking. Did he know something?
Now he looked up at me, hazel eyes matching the devious smile upon his face.
“You really shouldn’t play coy, Layla. It’s a simple question. And all I need is an answer. A truthful answer.”
I shifted my bag to my other shoulder. “I’m sorry Mr. Miller but I’m not understanding what you’re asking.”
He didn’t seem to like this and in an instant, his relaxed posture became one of business.
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” he said smirking at me. He leaned back in his leather chair and it squeaked a bit against the pressure. “It doesn’t take a genius to see he likes you more than he should. More than a teacher should like a teacher’s pet.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tried my best to sound confused.
“Please, Layla. I thought what happened at the bar a few weeks ago was just…a teacher protecting another teacher, but he wasn’t protecting Bond. He was protecting you. Not to mention pissed Bond was feeling up his woman.”
“I’m not his woman,” I said crossing my arms. “And what happened at the bar was…nothing. Mr. Simmons’s was just helping his drunken friend before he could get into anymore trouble.”
He had no proof Devin and I were seeing each other, other than hunches. If that was all he had I wasn’t about to admit anything.
“I saw you.” He said as I turned to leave.
I stopped cold. “Saw what?” I asked turning back slowly. I still held my confused expression, praying he was bluffing.
“You and Devin. Coming from his office. After hours.”
“So I had to turn in an assignment; I do it all the time.” I shrugged.
“The door was closed, Layla. We are not suppose to be alone with students, after hours, with the door closed.” He tilted his head and it made him look a little more menacing. “I could report him for that alone. Further investigation and…”
Obviously he had us. No need to play coy. I was sure my face changed along with my posture. I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight to my right foot.
“What do you want?” He clearly wanted something or he would’ve told someone already.
“Layla, I’m a bit shocked that you’d think so little of me.” He smiled.
I didn’t say anything, just continued to glare at him.
He stood and walked past me, locking the door.
“Well, I was thinking,” he said as he walked back to his desk. He loosened his tie and sat on the edge. “Why should Devin have all the fun?”
I inhaled sharply. “I am not a slut, Mr. Miller.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” He removed his jacket. “Or we could just go ask Principle Stubbs. I’m pretty sure he’s still in his office.”
“There has to be another way. Something else, anything else.” I pleaded.
“I’m afraid not.”
I looked away. I was not a slut. I’d never stoop as low as that, not when I loved Devin.
But Larry was threatening to report Devin. I couldn’t just sit by and watch the one good thing be ripped from my life. Not to mention it would destroy Devin. His career, his life. All down the drain because I couldn’t control myself. I was a slut.
And once a slut, always a slut.
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” I said, holding back a sob.
I looked back to see him smiling-no-smirking. He fingered for me to come closer and after a moment of hesitation I complied.
I stood before him, body trembling slightly. He unzipped my jacket slowly, revealing my shirt. The shirt covered my stomach but my cleavage was definitely exposed. The bra I wore didn’t really help either.
He