Status: Slowly working on.
You're My Example, Halvo
My Beautiful Rescue
I grabbed her hand, leading her to one of the many storage rooms on the stage, this one was apparently used for plays and such as it was head to toe in costumes and other assorted materials. I avoided her eyes, I was nervous, more nervous than usual. Not only because almost each time we were together and alone something unspeakable happened, but because I was scared that she had a harsh look in her eyes, and that the harsh look was directed towards me.
“First, Mint, I didn't mean to push you away as if I didn't want you.” I started, looking at anywhere but her.
“I felt so bad, Eric, I felt as if I did something so unforgivable.” She answered, sadness etched her voice, and I looked at her.
“You're the first girl I've fallen this hard over.” I replied, being honest with her.
“You're the first teacher I've fallen this hard over.” She replied, and I laughed softly.
“I hope to be the only one.”
The main question that was probably echoing in both of our heads right about now was, 'What if we get caught?', if we got caught, well, for one I'd be in jail. She'd be in a lot of trouble also, with her parents and such. As I thought about her parents, I wondered if she even had any, Mint and myself had never talked about our personal lives in the two weeks I've known her, all our conversations revolved around music and only music.
“Hey, Mint.” I asked, a questioning tone lingered in my voice.
“Yeah?” She questioned, looking up from her shoes.
“Do you have parents?” I asked quietly, and she looked at me as if I was stupid or high, or maybe both.
“Yeah, everyone does, Halvo.” She replied, a 'you're stupid' tone in her voice.
“Oh.” I said feeling embarrassed, I felt heat rise to my cheeks at her response. “Sorry.” I looked at the floor, feeling like a fuck up.
“Look at me?” She questioned, a flash of anger in her voice made me direct my eyes towards her.
“I want too. I just, damn, Mint.” I said stepping closer to her, and running my fingers through her thick mane of red hair, she shivered lightly under my touch. My eyes were locked with her very blue ones, “I like you – a lot more than your teacher should.” I admitted sheepishly, a smile forming on my lips in satisfaction. I didn't want to hurt her, Mint didn't need to be hurt if something bad happened to either one of us, if I did something she didn't like, she didn't need to be hurt.
“Eric, what's wrong? Eric!” Mint pulled me from my thoughts and that was when I realized that I had been squeezing her hand tighter than I should have been, I let go of her hand and backed away from her slowly.
“I'm s-sorry.” I stuttered out and she looked at me curiously.
“What's wrong, Eric?” She stepped closer to me while taking my hand in hers, indulging her eyes into my wide ones.
“I don't want to hurt you, Mint.”
She shook her head while smiling softly, “Could you kiss me again, Eric?”
I looked at her incredulously, with a questioning smile appearing on my lips, knowing that she wanted me just about as bad as I wanted her. I leaned down and pressed my lips gently against hers, trying not to let what occurred last time happen this time, trying to let all my emotions take over the kiss. I pulled away after a few seconds, and had to steady myself on the chair next to the door that held neatly folded costumes on top of it. My nerves were going havoc, my thoughts were blurred, and my heart was racing like a sprinter.
“Mint?” I asked, my voice coming out huskier than I've ever heard it, I looked up at her and caught a blush on her cheeks.
I couldn't help but to smile back at the gorgeous pianist in front of me, whatever drug had gotten me to this high right now, I wish I had more of. It was a feeling I got with her that I couldn't help but to want more and more of.
“You want to maybe come home with me? I mean would your parents mind?” I knew at that moment that I was probably about to get slapped, or get a straightforward answer. I hoped for the latter, because I really wanted to get to know more about Mint, to get to know the Mint that I didn't get to see in Band class everyday, the Mint that everyone else saw. Not just her act that she puts on at school.
“First, Mint, I didn't mean to push you away as if I didn't want you.” I started, looking at anywhere but her.
“I felt so bad, Eric, I felt as if I did something so unforgivable.” She answered, sadness etched her voice, and I looked at her.
“You're the first girl I've fallen this hard over.” I replied, being honest with her.
“You're the first teacher I've fallen this hard over.” She replied, and I laughed softly.
“I hope to be the only one.”
The main question that was probably echoing in both of our heads right about now was, 'What if we get caught?', if we got caught, well, for one I'd be in jail. She'd be in a lot of trouble also, with her parents and such. As I thought about her parents, I wondered if she even had any, Mint and myself had never talked about our personal lives in the two weeks I've known her, all our conversations revolved around music and only music.
“Hey, Mint.” I asked, a questioning tone lingered in my voice.
“Yeah?” She questioned, looking up from her shoes.
“Do you have parents?” I asked quietly, and she looked at me as if I was stupid or high, or maybe both.
“Yeah, everyone does, Halvo.” She replied, a 'you're stupid' tone in her voice.
“Oh.” I said feeling embarrassed, I felt heat rise to my cheeks at her response. “Sorry.” I looked at the floor, feeling like a fuck up.
“Look at me?” She questioned, a flash of anger in her voice made me direct my eyes towards her.
“I want too. I just, damn, Mint.” I said stepping closer to her, and running my fingers through her thick mane of red hair, she shivered lightly under my touch. My eyes were locked with her very blue ones, “I like you – a lot more than your teacher should.” I admitted sheepishly, a smile forming on my lips in satisfaction. I didn't want to hurt her, Mint didn't need to be hurt if something bad happened to either one of us, if I did something she didn't like, she didn't need to be hurt.
“Eric, what's wrong? Eric!” Mint pulled me from my thoughts and that was when I realized that I had been squeezing her hand tighter than I should have been, I let go of her hand and backed away from her slowly.
“I'm s-sorry.” I stuttered out and she looked at me curiously.
“What's wrong, Eric?” She stepped closer to me while taking my hand in hers, indulging her eyes into my wide ones.
“I don't want to hurt you, Mint.”
She shook her head while smiling softly, “Could you kiss me again, Eric?”
I looked at her incredulously, with a questioning smile appearing on my lips, knowing that she wanted me just about as bad as I wanted her. I leaned down and pressed my lips gently against hers, trying not to let what occurred last time happen this time, trying to let all my emotions take over the kiss. I pulled away after a few seconds, and had to steady myself on the chair next to the door that held neatly folded costumes on top of it. My nerves were going havoc, my thoughts were blurred, and my heart was racing like a sprinter.
“Mint?” I asked, my voice coming out huskier than I've ever heard it, I looked up at her and caught a blush on her cheeks.
I couldn't help but to smile back at the gorgeous pianist in front of me, whatever drug had gotten me to this high right now, I wish I had more of. It was a feeling I got with her that I couldn't help but to want more and more of.
“You want to maybe come home with me? I mean would your parents mind?” I knew at that moment that I was probably about to get slapped, or get a straightforward answer. I hoped for the latter, because I really wanted to get to know more about Mint, to get to know the Mint that I didn't get to see in Band class everyday, the Mint that everyone else saw. Not just her act that she puts on at school.