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Kristina's pov
"I'll see you guys later," I waved at Bailey and Mira as they left with Kaleb. They gave me worried glances and I smiled to reassure them that what I am about to do, I am okay and I can handle myself. As I watch the car drive away, I turn back around and stepped back into the school
Schoo! had just ended and everyone was making their way home. Except for me of course. I had unfinished business to do. That unfinished business had something to do with a certain art teacher who had been avoiding me like the plague.
Justin usually stayed back a bit late. I'm not sure why, but whenever I have cheer practice he's always in his classroom when I pass by. I am praying he's still there and the classroom is empty.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
As I get closer, my fingers tremble and a spike of my heart rate made me swallow. I hated that I was so full of nerves. I didn’t want to go over to him and stand in front of him and be a blabbering idiot.
But I needed to do this.
With a sudden burst of determination, I burst through the door and shut it with a bang. Justin is at his desk, shifting through some papers and he’s startled when he hears the sound
However he is not the only one in the room. A young girl jumps up from her seat, looking at me frightened before she lets out a sigh and places her paint brush down
Her wide brown eyes stared at me with intrigue as I just stood there in embarrassment. I squirmed. "Sorry," I apologized to them both, now feeling like a complete idiot for making this grande unnecessary entrance.
I flushed under Justin's stare and looked at the girl until his voice pulled me away from her. "Is there anything I can help you with Kristina?" I swallowed. So formal. So cold.
I swept my gaze over to him and my eyes dart to the desk. The same desk he had sprawled me across and took my virginity.
His eyes drop to the desk and a flicker of darkness cast over his eyes as though he remembered that moment as well.
He shook his head, cleared his throat and looked over at the young girl. "May you excuse us Marai?”
Marai nods, getting up and collecting her bag. "I was just about to leave actually," she smiled at Justin and something that I recognize as jealousy curled in my body when Justin returned her smile.
"Thanks for the pointers Mr Malik," her beam widened and my jealousy grew. "I'll make sure to finish this piece by tomorrow." With another smile and a nod to me, she leaves the room, taking away her sweet smelling perfume.
When the door clicks shut behind her and I am sure she is out of hearing, I grumble under my breath. "You're into blondes now?" I regretted it instantly when I saw him flinch and look hurt. I didn't mean to, it was the jealousy talking.
"She's my student." Justin mumbled without emotion.
"I am your student too," I pointed out, stepping further into the room. “And that didn't stop you from fucking me.”
His eyes clenched tightly, as if wishing I hadn't brought that day up. It looks like I'm gutting him. “Kristina,” he sighed, eyes opening and locking me in a gaze. “What do you want?"
So cold. It's like a chill run down my spine.
Does he hate me? Hate that I am here?
I eat the distance between us but make sure to stay a safe distance away from him in case anyone were to burst through those doors "Well." I mused. “You didn't answer the question."
His brows furrowed and my heart skipped. He was so handsome, I just wanted to run my thumb over his bushy brow.
"And what question was that?” He hummed, looking genuinely confused.
"Are you into blondes now?" I whispered, keeping my eyes trained on him. He flinched and looked away, running a hand through his hair.
"You must thiak I'm a fucking asshole," hisyaw clenched. "A dirt bag who sleeps with his students. & am not same fucking pervert a Kristing” “Hell," he looked back atme, eyes pi nning me intensely. * Youre thesonly one who brought « out this ftieking craving Kri stina.".Gontent belongs to
He cursed under his breath and stood up. "I don't usually lose control. I don't fucking see kids your age as a\potential lover. Not until he groaned, running another hand through his hair. "Not until you: For fuck sake wanting you was.a sin and I¥ast control."
His eyes soften. "If I could go back I wouldn't let it happen. I didn't want to be that guy who ruined you for someone good. What this was, was fucked up. I fucked up. If I could go back in time-
“You regret it?” I swallowed.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice croaking. It feels like I have been sucker punched in the gut. "But only because I wished I waited until you were of age."
His admission made me double back and look at him stunned. Had I heard him right?
He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "This is fucked up Kristina. You know it is." He pointed his fingers between the two of us. "We, this shit can never happen again."
I took a step forward, my heart speeding as my fingers brushed against the edge of the desk. "Will you wait?” He looks stunned and confused, his brows drawing. "What?" I licked my lips, blowing out a breath through my nose. "Will you wait for me? For us? Until I am of age?”
"Yes," he answered without hesitation. "It's fucking messed up how much I'll wait for you and I feel like a fucking pervert for waiting for you like a creep.”
My heart thudded. "You'll wait?" I whispered, still unsure if I had heard him right.
He nod. "However lang it takes. And if you find a good guy along the way." his smile doesn't reach his eyes. " I'll be fucking hurt but I'll be happy for you.”
My hands got clammy and my poor heart was thrusting against my chest. ‘But.do me a favor," he looked away ang ten looked back at mex his eyes Soft and showing me all'the emotiohs he had hidden for weeks. ‘Dont wait for me. Live yourvife asa noymal teenager, find soraeone better if you have to. Dont put your life on hold for me."
My brows furrowed as I leaned forward. “But you're putting yours for me?" He nod, eyes dropping to my lips. "Because you're worth the wait. You've always been. But I’m not worth it.”
My fingers tickle closer to his and before I know it my hand is on his. "But I think you are.”