when I kissed the teacher
They must have thought they dreamed
when I kissed the teacher
I sat trembling in my seat, staring in dull horror at the blank page in front of me. I was terrified. I couldn't move. The worst thing was, I could hear him. His heavy breaths and the soft tread of his footsteps on the dirty blue carpet of the classroom seemed louder than any thunder. I glanced around briefly, only to see his long legs moving towards me, the lights of the ceiling reflected in the black polished surface of his shoes. I kept my gaze fixed on them as they stopped right I front of my desk.
His slender, pale hand came into view as it picked up the sheet of horrifyingly blank paper and drew it away from the table. I kept my gaze down.
There was a pause. A long, terrible silence.
The blank sheet was placed back down onto the desk in front of me. I shook slightly.
"You failed me, Elizabeth." His soft voice filled with disappointment pierced through me like a sword. I felt my eyes begin to fill with tears. I tried to open my mouth and tell him that it wasn't my fault, that I was writing but the words kept disappearing as soon as I wrote them down, but my throat seized up as soon as I tried to force the words past my lips.
I helplessly glanced up at him, but I regretted my decision almost immediately. His startling blue eyes were filled with such displeasure and anger they pinned me to my seat, and for second he looked like a terrible angel handing out the worst punishment of God's law.
"I – I'm sorry sir," I whispered, my voice quavering with fright. I had disappointed him. Me, his top student. I couldn't believe it. I ducked my head and fixed my gaze onto the pleat of my skirt. Looking anywhere was better than having to look at those horrible eyes again.
"Do you know what happens when a student fails, Elizabeth?" his soft voice came again above me.
I swallowed, and shook my head mutely.
There was a long pause.
"Look at me," he ordered.
I hesitated, before obeying.
Suddenly, without warning, he leant over my desk, his fingers slipping into my hair as he jerked my head towards him, his mouth crashing down onto mine
This can't be happening, my brain chanted over and over. And yet it was. I could only sit there in shock as I felt his mouth move over mine, hot and unyielding. His lips plundered my lips with such force that I was sure it would leave bruises. I could taste a faint trace of peppermint. His cologne surrounded me in a haze. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I wanted it to stop, but I didn't at the same time. Oh gods.
Then, just as suddenly, he wrenched his mouth off mine and walked to the front of the classroom. My lips throbbed and I was gasping like a fish out of water.
He turned and fixed me with his gaze again, and to my horror, he smiled at me. It wasn't the normal smile that he gave me. This smile was horrible, filled with lust and disgust.
And then, out of nowhere, I was surrounded by my classmates. Each and every single gaze was fixed on me harshly, accusing me. I shook and shrank back into my seat, trying to block their gazes out.
"You see that expression girls?" he asked the entire class, nodding his head at me. Their heads snapped to him mechanically, their gaze mercifully off of me. It was a small mercy though; I could only stare at him, dumbstruck with horror.
"You can tell she's scared, can't you all? Her fear is so incredibly… delicious." He laughed, a dark, low laugh that sent shivers down my spine and chilled me to the core.
"But you can also tell a part of her liked it. Didn't you?" he directed the question at me with a smirk. My classmates turned their heads towards me again like robots, their gazes burning with gleeful triumph.
"N-no!" I stuttered, horrified at the accusation.
"Oh yes," he laughed again, horrible and tantalizing.
"You want me, don't you? Don't deny it. You want more."
"No!" I yelled, clutching my head with my hands.
"Deny it all you want, Elizabeth," he paced towards me again, a cruel smile playing over his mouth. "But you alone know that I'm right."
"No, no, no…"
I screamed as I jerked awake with a gasp. Panting and half crying, I sat up disoriented by the lack of light around me. My hands felt around desperately. Pillows. Sheets. No classroom. No classmates. No him.
Relief flooded me and I fell back down onto my bed.
It was only dream. Of course it was. It wasn't real. It shouldn't even have an effect on me.
So why am I still crying?
A/N: Rewriting this, and rebooting the storyline. It was going nowhere and I needed to shift the focus off the other characters and back onto Elizabeth and her unfortunate dream.