Chapter 29

**Megan**

Over an hour I have learnt that the dog in his apartment is a husky and it had to run a minimum of six miles a day so his roommate and he would take it in turns to take the dog on the run. He's into all kinds of music and he hates the fact I think he's an emo. He has eight piercings, five on his right ear, his lips done twice and he had his eyebrow done but he took that out years ago. He doesn't wear them when he's working because it is not professional and apparently sets a bad example. Logan hardly watches T.V and just reads mostly or draws or listens to music in his spare time or goes training. He doesn't like American football or soccer but likes surfing, basketball, and boxing. He rarely drinks only when he's out with friends and he'll only have a drink at home if Carl is having one. He has also confessed to me he likes to smoke weed every now and then.

"So...you are nothing like how I pictured what a teacher would be like when not at school?" I say. He looks at me confused. We are sitting closer now that the awkward tension is gone.

"What do you mean?" he asks. I shrug slightly "oh you thought I'm one of those teachers that has no life and just lives to make the students I teach, life a misery at school and I plan everything I'm going to do," I nod with a small smile. He chuckles and his arm that is behind me on top of the couch moves against my neck "If you must know I'm pretty unorganised when it comes to my lessons I mean art is pretty straight forward but with the English. Sometimes I just can't be bothered and I give you all a book to read. I have to go by the manual I get so I just go by that," he states, "most teachers will send you home with the book and tell you what to get up to at home, the reason I don't do that is because I never have anything planned for three days straight," he says with a small smirk.

I giggle, "Are you even qualified?" I joke.

"Surprisingly, yes," he chuckleS. I smile slightly and look at him.

"You have dimples," I say surprised. He frowns and I swear he has turned a tint of red.

"Do not," he huffs.

I chuckle, "You're like a little child," I giggle.

"You have them too," he says.

"I don't,"

"You do -he moves a finger to my cheek- you have one here and one here," he says moving his finger to both sides of my cheek. I blush slightly and look down away from him. His fingers move below my chin and he lifts my head up to face him.

"Your dimples are cute," I mutter. A smirk slowly forms on that perfect face of his.

"Not as cute as yours," he simply says. I feel myself start to flush, I’m not used to being complimented. I haven't been complimented truthfully since my mother died. I’ve almost forgot what that feeling feels like. This happened last time he complimented me when he called me 'beautiful' . If it was a different situation I would have most likely told him I wasn't and that he is either blind or lying to me.

I smile slightly and look away from him. He moves closer to me and rests his arm fully around my shoulders and uses that hand to lightly brush my cheek with his fingers. "Yours are very cute" he softly whispers. I look into his crystal blue eyes and I'm held captive. I don't realise that he is moving closer until his lips are millimetres from mine. His lips touch mine and slowly move against them. His eyes close and mine shut on their own but as soon as they close he pulls away and places his forehead against mine. He smiles slightly and pulls away fully. "I should go," he says, taking his arm from around my shoulder.

"Oh ok," I say quietly and look back down at my lap. He starts to put his shoes on then as he starts to pick up his jacket I look at him "Don't" I say. He looks at me "Don't just go after you kiss me," I say standing up and moving towards him.

He sighs, "Then what would you like me to do? Because you said to me about a week ago you wanted us to stay apart," he states.

"Well what do you want? Because it's obvious we're attracted to each other," I pause "you do find me attractive don't you? You're not just doing all this out of sympathy or something?" I ask.

"Megan, I'm your teacher," he says.

"I'll take that as you don't" I say looking down slightly. He is just toying with me. It makes me so angry. I want to know why this is happening. He is just like him, just using me for his own pleasures and desires. I clench my fists trying to hold myself together, to stop myself from crying in front of him because every time I cry in front of my father it would mean another beating. "Maybe you should go," I hiss.

"Megan," he says, reaching for me.

I move away from him "please don't touch me," I say. I don't want to feel more pain. He continues to move forward. I stay perfectly still as the thought of what is coming runs through my head and scares me to death.

He takes a huge step towards me and then grabs hold of my arm and pulls me into him and hugs me tightly. "It's the fact I find you attractive that I have to go," he whispered in my ear. This hug feels different to the ones I'm now used to. It felt almost loving, caring. He pulls away and takes off his jacket and then pulls me into another bear hug.

"I know you're my teacher" I say as I move my arms around him "but..." I trail off not knowing what to say to him and sigh slightly "I don't know," which is true I don't know. All I know is that when I'm with him I feel free and that nothing bad has ever happened. "Just don't go right now" I say.

"I'm not going," he says "you know there's nothing in the rules I got given that says we can't be friends," he says stroking my head.

"Does that mean you can still hug me?" I ask.

"Do friends hug?" he asks. I nod slightly "well I guess it means I can still hug you," I smile at his words and look up at him. He moves my hair out of my face and smiles at me; I smile back and lay my head on his firm chest.

**Half an hour Later**

"When's your dad back?" Logan asks as I walk in with a drink of hot chocolate. We have been sitting watching T.V but not paying that much attention.

"Soon I think," I say as I sit down and look at the clock on the wall "very soon," I say my eyes wide in shock at what time it is.

"Well I should go. I wouldn't want you getting into trouble," he says. I smile slightly and stand as he stands. "Is there something bothering you?" he asks, lifting my chin a little. I shake my head.

"No. Why?" I ask.

"It's just you always seem depressed," he says while putting his jacket on.

"I'm not. I'm fine," I say, trying to give him one of my best smiles.

He sighs "you can talk to me whenever, you know", he says. I nod in response, "Anytime whether it be in school or when you're out of school," he reassures. I nod again and he sighs again "It would be easier if I gave you my number wouldn't it" he says to himself. I just raise my eyebrows slightly "Yes I will give you my number and you can call me

whenever you need my help or whenever you just need to talk to someone," he says looking at me and giving me a small smile.

"Are you sure?" I ask. He nods "um ok then," and I take my phone out of my jumper pocket and hand it to him. He presses several buttons, then rings his phone with my phone so he has my number and saves it to his phone.

"Here" he says handing it back "Don't be hesitant to call me ok, I will always answer," he states. I nod and put my phone in my pocket. I step forward and hug him and he hugs me back straight away "Do you like hugging?" he randomly asks. I pull back straight away.

"Sorry," I say quickly "I won't hug you again," I say looking down at my feet

"What! No I'm just pointing out that you like to hug and well...urm I like your hugs," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "So please don't say you won't hug me again," he says looking at me. I smile and I’m about to say something when I hear a knock at the door.

"Sweetheart, open the door for me, I left my keys at work by mistake," I hear my father's voice echo out making me jump. I gulp down my fear and walk over to the door unlocking all the locks. Once open my father looks at me "What's with the lock up?" he asks, putting a bag down on the floor. He’s the one that makes me lock the house like this whenever he leaves. He then sees Mr Peters. He looks at him then at me then back at him then at me again.