Chapter 16

**Megan**

Unfortunately, Mr Peters gets to the doors just in time and slides through the small gap in the elevator doors. Then they shut, and the elevator starts to move down. He looks at me worriedly, and I turn my head towards the buttons, reading them repeatedly, wishing that the elevator would go quicker.

"Why are you crying?" he asks. I gulp and wipe the tears away discreetly.

"I'm not," I say quietly.

"Yeah, and I'm green," he states, moving to look me in the eyes. "C'mon tell me, you can tell me anything," he says, nudging me a little.

"Why?" I ask, snapping a little at him. "Why do you want to know so much? You don't even act like a teacher," I snap, facing him. "Most teachers wouldn't have brought a student back to where they live because the student is so out of it they hardly know where they are or what they were doing." He looks at me with wide eyes. "You ask way too many questions, and you medal too much. Just leave me alone will you," I say harshly.

He frowns at me, and I think he is going to press a button on the elevator so he can get out, but he doesn't as I hear a bell ring and the elevator stops. He takes me by surprise more and pulls me into a hug. "It's not me you're angry at. Is it?" he asks and states. I feel my hands go round his waist, and I hug him back, crying into his chest.

**Logan**

"No one understands," She cries as she grips my back. I move my hands to her head and kiss the top of her head. "You won't either if you knew, you probably wouldn't even believe me,"

"You don't know that," I say, holding her as tight as I can without hurting her. "If you don't tell me, you'll never know," I say.

"I can't," she cries and slowly pulls away from my hug and wipes her eyes. Her mascara hasn't run surprisingly "waterproof," she states with a small smile. Her smile is a weak one, like it is broken and it is hard for her to do a genuine smile.

"C'mon, tell me," I say, tugging on her jumper. She doesn't say anything but looks down at my hand and slowly moves her hand onto mine. "Ok, I won't push you to tell me, but you can whenever you want. I am here for you," I say and watch as her hand move up my arm and her fingers make little circles up my arm.

"I just said some nasty things to you, and you're letting me cry on you?" she asks. I smirk slightly at her.

"Well, you don't mean the things you say, at least I hope," she smiles at my comment. "But no I can tell you just need someone to talk to and to listen without running and telling someone," I state. She bites her bottom lip, and by god, she looks hot doing that, but I can't tell her that while she is like this, she’ll think I'm some pervert.

"Thank you," she says quietly. Her hand moves up my arm, and I can't help but step closer to her. I take my gaze away from her and look at her lips, not realising she is leaning forward until her lips are millimetres from mine.

"Megan," I say quietly. I don't want her to pull away or stop what she is about to do as I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her exactly how I kissed her last night and for her to moan like she did last night for me.

Her soft pink lips brush mine so softly it feels like I’m imagining them. She moves closer and kisses me again, but this time, she touches my lips and slowly massages mine. I can't help myself and start to kiss her back but keep her in control. Her hands move up around my neck, and her fingers play with the bit of hair at the nape of my neck.

I move my hands around her waist and pull her forward. She parts her lips for me, and I move my tongue into her mouth slowly and gently caressing her tongue with mine, and her tongue does the same. She fights me for dominance until she stops and lets me take over. I move forward, and she moves back until she is against the elevator wall, and my body presses against hers.

She pulls away and gives me a sweet little kiss on the lips while she catches her breath. I look down into those forest green eyes of hers and slowly move my hand up to her jawline, kiss her softly but quickly, and look her in the eyes.

I search her eyes, trying to see all the emotions in them, but there aren't any. It is like she is empty and has given up on feeling.

"You're so beautiful," I find myself saying. She blushes and diverts her eyes from mine. She smiles slightly and looks back at me. I lean in again and kiss her, licking her bottom lip. She let me inside again. Like last night, the fact that she is my student and I'm her teacher doesn't matter anymore. I want her, and for some reason, my body needs her.

I pull back from the kiss and kiss the side of her mouth, her jawline, and down her neck. She lets out a small whimper, and I move back up but divert to kiss under her ear, and she lets out a small moan. I notice that she has unbuttoned the shirt I'm wearing and that my hands have worked on her jumper by unzipping it and moving it off her shoulders.

Just as she whimpers again, her phone goes off, and it is like it has pulled us both out of our trance. I shoot back to the other side of the elevator, and she is in shock.

"I'm sorry," I say.

"It's ok," she says. Taking her phone out of her pocket and answering it. I watch her for a second and then look away. She has turned me on again; this girl does not know how she affects me; it is irritating and cute how she doesn't realise how beautiful she is.

"Melanie, I don't want to talk to you right now," she says, looking down at the floor. "I don't want to hear you explain because now I know what you've been thinking since

Tyler told you, so I just want you to leave me alone, please, and I'll talk to you Monday," she states. "Thank you bye," and she puts the phone down.

"Listen," I say, looking at her. "I err...what we..." she cuts in.

"It doesn't matter," she says, not looking at me, and I'm about to say something when her phone goes off again. She looks at me as if to ask if she can get that. I nod, and she slowly answers it.

"How did you get this number?" she asks the person on the other end. She seems angry and a little upset. "I changed my number and got a new phone because of you because I'm sick of you phoning me every day when there is no need for it," she states. "Why can't you just leave me alone...yeah, I don't love you anymore, and well, I've moved on," she then takes the phone away from her ear and looks at me. "It's Tyler," she says quietly. She walks closer to me and slowly moves her hand into mine. "Are you done?" she asks him now with the phone to her ear. "Look, Tyler, I am turning my phone off now, and I will be having it off all day till Monday when I will talk to you at school and tell you to leave me alone in person, ok?" she then puts the phone down.

"Are you ok?" I ask. She nods and then realises she is holding my hand and quickly takes her hand out of mine.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she says, sorting her jumper out and running her hand through her nearly dry hair. She looks flushed, and I can't help but smirk at the fact it is over me. "The elevator has stopped," she says, looking at me.

"Do you still want to go home, or do you want to come to mine and you can calm down, and stay for a bit? I’ll drive you home," I ask. She turns so her back is to me like she is thinking, then she turns back around.

"I think we need to talk," she says, "but not here because other people need to use this lift, and they may send people out," she states.

"They won't people press that button all the time, and also, this is a private lift; it's only for the top two floors," I explain, "and not many people live on these floors as they are too expensive to buy and rent" she raises an eyebrow at me "Carl and I are roommates, and we have to pay extra for the dog" I state. She nods her head to show she understands. "We'll be fine here," I state.

She sits down on the floor and looks up at me. I sigh and sit down.