Chapter 3

"Get to class, you don't want to fail any other classes."

"Yes, sir." I tease, unlocking the door and welcoming the students in. I scribble my number down and hand it to him, before slipping out of the class as the bell rings for class.

"Bastard..." He mutters under his breath, clearly flustered. He adjusts his pants, buckles his belt, and fixes his tie.

"Alright, class. Time to begin."

After the school day, I headed home.

And after the school day, Kenji stayed in the classroom.

"Damn it...what has he done to me?..." He grumbles, slamming his fist onto his desk. He had been edged twice, and was practically bursting.

He had to do something about it. He grabbed his keys and almost ran out of the building, not even bothering to grab his stuff. The students watched him sprint by, confused. He spots me in the crowd, and I wave to him. His eyes widen, and he trips, falling. The students explode into laughter.

I run over to him and help him up. My hand around his waist, I lead him to my car, shooting the others a glare.

"You okay, baby?"

"Shut up..." He grumbles. "It was just...a one time thing..."

I chuckle, and once we're out of sight of the students, kiss his cheek.

"Totally. Let's get you home, love." I open the passenger seat for him. He looks at me, mentally cursing me out, before getting in. I get in the driver's seat.

"You ass. Practically kidnapping your teacher you just romanced."

"Ah, yes, I'm the ass. And not the person who was masturbating on the job, and quite obviously I might add."

"Shut up." He grunts, flustered.

The ride to my house is silent, except for Kenji's heavy breathing. I slide my hand onto his thigh, squeezing it.

"H-hey!" Kenji squeals.

"Hah, cutie." I smirk.

"Ugh...asshole. So, what are we now?"

"As in...?" My smirk widens at his anger.

"Are we dating or is this just a one time thing?" His eyes pierce mine. Mine pierce back, cold and deep.

"What day is it, love?"

"Friday, idiot." He grunts.

"Yeah, we're dating."

"You decided that because of the day?"

"You'll be staying here for the weekend-" I point to my house as we pull into the driveway, "-so you'll be all mine, officially. Don't let anyone know though, okay?" I smile.

"W-what? It's been 4 hours, we only did sexual stuff for less than a quarter of that, and you're saying we're dating? You're moving way too quickly!" He raises his voice.

"Tone, love. Also, fine. I'll move as slow as a snail. I'll drive you to your own house, and I won't do anything to you for now." I smile sweetly.

"Ugh...thanks."

"No problem, Kenji." I say. Kenji looks at me, his eyes stirring with guilt and sadness as he realizes what he's done. He misses the nicknames already, and he missed out on fun. He wanted me now, but he had lost that.

"Address?" I mutter, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"A-ah, down this street and take a right..." He points. I pull onto the street, stopping at his house.

"Goodbye, Kenji." I smile sweetly, not a trace of lust present. It disappoints him, but he shakes it off.

"Bye..." He waves.

"Don't forget about my number. Call me if you change your mind." I call out, driving off. Kenji's eyes widen. He could have changed his mind in the car?

God. He's messed up. But he feels the note with my number on it in his pocket.

He missed his chance, but he had another one.

Kenji headed into the house, excited to call.