I Have Something to Tell You Teacher

I trudge slowly down to detention, a detention with no cause. I've been summoned again, but it is not for the reasons that he gives me to pass on to others. Slowly I walk, not wanting to meet what waits behind that classroom door. It's been too long since the last detention, my last punishment for being me. Not again. This has to be stopped before it becomes more out of control than it already is. I place my hand on the cold metal doorknob, twist, and then pull.
"I have something to tell you teacher. . ." but the words die on my lips as he hurriedly shuts the door. He captures my shoulders in his large hands, the hands I try so hard not to think about, and kisses me too rough. My teeth break the skin on the inside of my lips, but it is pain that I've come to recognize.
"Was there something you needed to say?" he asks, regarding me with smug blue eyes.
"Yes," I begin again, only to be cut off by a much gentler kiss this time. The direct contrast in his contact startles me and I fumble yet again. It is only for a brief moment, but it gives him the time he needs to divest me of my boundaries.
Parchment and quill fly every which way as I come to lay upon his desk. Those intoxicating blue eyes infect my mind, his rough hands leave marks on my pale flesh, evidence that will be hidden and eventually fade.
"I have something to tell you teacher!" I gasp as the contact eases once again into something pleasant. I'm trying my best to muffle the noises, afraid that someone might hear, afraid of what they might mean. I should call for help, but I cant. This is out of control! His hands are rough, his teeth bite sharply, but then he looks into my eyes. Two bottomless oceans, with twin expressions that seem to hold all my doubts at bay.
"I have something." I gasp softly. "To tell you." My world is spun upside down and I bite back the urge to cry out. Instead I only breath into his sated kiss, "Teacher!"
A moment later he shifts atop me, drawing my body to his, supple young flesh fitting into his defined torso. Blue eyes on mine gain, platinum hair wildly out of place, with a lopsided smirk you ask, "Now, what do you need to tell me?"
"I have." I falter realizing it is pointless to repeat myself again, you know I need to say something. The moments pause passes, and I find myself gazing deep as I did the first time I seen his eyes, and I think I catch a glimpse of something more. Something beyond these secret detentions that he cant openly admit. I want so badly to tell you its over, I cant do this anymore, and I could have him ruined but. . .
I find my own arms circling around his broad shoulders. An act that surprises him because I've never done it before.
"I have something to tell you teacher. . ." I whisper close to his ear where wild platinum blond hair tickles my lips. "I love you."
A smile spreads on his face, and this time I willingly take his lips.