35. Closets and Secrets.

[Jenny]

"I need to see you. Why didn't you pick my calls yesterday."

I sighed as I read the contents of the text I'd just gotten in my mind.

Emily had gone with Vicky to discuss God knows what though I knew that she'd tell me everything once she got back, we were that close.

These days our friendship was seeing a lot of downs instead of ups and that was because there were secrets between us or should I say I was keeping secrets from her.

I just didn't know how to explain it and I knew for a fact that Emily would never get it so this was the one thing I could confide in her.

I loved her like a sister and she meant the world to me. I couldn't bring myself to tell her because I didn't want to see the disappointment in her eyes.

I'd contemplated stopping but somethings are just better not going in at all because they become so addictive and impossible to quit.

I loved the secrecy, the forbidden thrilled me, the rush of adrenaline excited me, the thought that we could be caught any moment, the idea of how dangerous what we were doing stimulated me somehow and it wasn't something I could quit.

I was really into him and I hoped he was really into me as well.

It all started with an after school class, I never had issues with English. In fact I'd never gotten an A- on any English paper before, it was only ever A+.

But then the female students began to talk about our sexy English teacher and I guess that was how my interest in him grew.

Mr. Ivan.

The girls talked about how they'd tried to seduce him, even fucking Olivia and he'd turned all of them down, they even began to suspect that he was gay but I knew better.

I purposely failed my English tests and when I was summoned to the Principal's office, I lied that I wasn't really used to Mr. Ivan's teaching.

Of course that enraged him and he demanded that I stay after school, 30 minutes everyday for English lessons.

At first he was all cold and professional but then he warmed up to me and we told each other jokes and laughed during our lessons.

Then one day I pretended to swoon in class and he caught me.

Fucking literature, the trickster.

He caught me in his arms and as I looked into the blue depths of his eyes, I knew that it wasn't just a game anymore, it had turned real for me.

That day it rained so he offered to drop me off at home and I accepted, I pretended to fall asleep in his car and when we got home he leaned over to my side trying to wake me up and then I pretended to stir and touch my lips to his.

He froze and I froze too, fluttering my eyes open. I expected him to pull away but then he shocked me by applying pressure and actually kissing me full on the lips.

It was the best kiss I'd ever had.

"Jenny, your phone is buzzing." One of the girls who'd decided to relocate to our table tapped me and brought me out of my thoughts.

"Um, yeah, I've got to go." I said and stood up immediately.

I stored his name as Cosmos on my phone so even if she'd seen the name, she wouldn't know that it was him.

I took a deep breath as I walked down the halls that were empty because the students were either at the cafeteria or the school yard.

A hand janked me into the supply closet as I walked past it and before I could protest I felt myself being pressed against a hard chest and I smiled as I inhaled his manly perfume.

"I missed you, it was torture watching you all morning without being able to have you in my arms like this." He whispered and kissed the top of my head.

"I was with Emily all night and this morning, her mother had an accident and I couldn't leave her alone." I told him and pressed closer to him.

"I understand." He said and let me go. "I'm sorry for arranging a meeting like this, it's just that I couldn't—"

I cut him off with a kiss.

He pulled me flush against his chest and deepened the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck and angled my face, giving him more access as I matched his energy.

I gasped as he reached down and grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed, he kissed the corners of my mouth and then kissed down to my neck.

"Oh, Ivan." I moaned softly as he caught my earlobe in his teeth and teased me, placing kisses down to my neck and then nipping the skin there.

"Meet me after school today." He groaned as the school bell resounded.

"I don't know if I can." I replied breathlessly as we pulled apart.

"Meet me." He said again, his need was clear in his voice and he pecked me on the lips.

"Okay." I responded. "I'll go out first then you can come out later." I said and hurried out of the storage closet.

I was thankful that the hall was empty as everyone had already gone to class, my heart kept beating wildly in my chest as I walked away from the closet without looking back.

It was one thing to fantasize about having an affair with my teacher and it was another thing entirely to actually be having an affair with him.

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[Emily]

I couldn't believe my eyes and the shock caused me to lose my balance and fall to the floor.

I couldn't believe it, Jenny was having an illicit relationship with our English teacher, Mr. Ivan.

I mean I knew that she had a crush on him but I never actually imagined that she would actually act on her feelings or that he would reciprocate.

He was the most talked about teacher in the bathroom, not only because he was handsome but also because he had turned down a lot of propositions from various students, male and female alike.

"Oh no, what was Jen thinking, I could have been someone else." I shook my head as I stood up from the floor and headed to class.

I wasn't mad at her or him at all, I was just terrified for the both of them, if news were to come out, Jen would be expelled and he would be fired or worse jailed for having an affair with a minor.

Jen was going to be eighteen but not for another year and three months.

Dio Santo, this was a nightmare.

Our next class was Art, Jen was already there before me, she saw me coming in and then she waved for me to come closer to her. She had saved me a seat.

"Miss Chesterfield, you're late." I groaned as the teacher looked up from his easel and spoke.

It wasn't like I liked taking his class very much anyways.

"I'm sorry, Sir but I was held back, doing lady things." I said quickly, hid the blush of embarrassment on my face and walked to my seat beside Jen.

"Lady things." She chuckled and I pulled out the cross underneath my shirt and kissed it.

"Forgive me, padre."

"Alright class, focus on your work. Miss Chesterfield, today we will be working on a famous painting by English painter Thomas Gainsborough. It is called The blue boy and was originally painted in 1770. Can you tell me what sort of painting it is?"

"It's an oil on canvas painting." Jen answered and he frowned.

"I didn't ask you, Miss Jennifer." He said, obviously to annoy Jen because she didn't like being called Jennifer.

"Thomas Gainsborough is famous for his portrait and landscape paintings but he was most famous for his painting of—"

"Mr. Robert and Mrs Frances Andrews, it is described as a triple portrait of Mr. Andrews, his wife and his land." I added.

"Very well said, Miss Chesterfield, now begin your painting." He said and walked back to his seat.

"These damned colors." Jen muttered under her breath and I looked over to her easel and suppressed the urge to laugh, she had mistakenly used purple instead of blue to paint the boy's outfit.

"It makes a classy outfit." I suppressed the urge to laugh and she frowned. "Now your painting will be called the purple boy instead of the blue boy." I added and couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud, thankfully it was not loud enough to catch the teacher's attention.

"You're not helping, Emily."

I concentrated on my painting and after a few more minutes the bell rang and we all stood up to leave the class.

I wondered if I should bring up what I saw but then I thought better of it, I also remembered what Ace had said to me and I wondered if I could just….