Scandal

They weren't supposed to be in a relationship. She was only seventeen, and he was her Biology teacher. This was inappropriate according to school policy. She could be expelled, and he could be fired. They knew what this could cost them, but they did it anyway.

"Claire," he said, "this piece is amazing. You are getting better and better at writing every day."

"Thanks, Mister Wells."

They were there alone after hours at the school. She told her father that she had to stay after school for some extra help in biology. It was a lie.

"Claire, call me Logan."

"But sir, you're my teacher."

"You can call me Logan outside of class when it's just you and me."

"I'll try."

He helped her with her writing every day after school. He said she got better and better as the days went on. He said that her words were beautifully pieced together. He became her confidant. She would tell him about her life at home and life at school as part of the unpopular crowd. He understood.

"Claire, I'm going to do something. Tell me if you want me to stop."

He reached over to her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She didn't stop him; she only reached out to kiss him back. They deepened their kiss. His hand was on the small of her back. He started to move his hands under her shirt back to the small of her back.

"I think we should stop, Logan," she said breathlessly.

"Okay," he said, looking back at the piece she had brought him that day.

"This piece somehow feels different than the others you've written."

"It is."

"It's beautiful. The feelings in this are so raw and real."

"I've had some inspiration lately."

"They've done a very good job at inspiring you."

"It's you, Logan. It's you."

This time he kissed her without asking. The kiss turned from gentle and tender to passionate and urgent. She responded the same as him. Her phone buzzed against the table. She went to answer it, and he started kissing his way down her jaw line and neck.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi."

"Oh, Dad, uh." He stopped kissing her neck. "What's up?"

"It's five thirty. You're fifteen minutes late."

"Oh, right, I'll be out in a second." She hung up her phone. "Sorry, Logan, I have to go."

"Okay, I'll see you in English tomorrow."

"Bye, Logan," she said walking out the door.

"I love you."

She rushed back in and kissed him. "I love you too," she said. "No one can know." She walked back out the door.

They continued their sessions throughout the school year, and no seemed to notice the budding relationship between the teacher and the student. They continued to meet after school most days of the week. Soon, he turned twenty-four and she turned eighteen. She was of legal age to date him if only it weren't for the school's policy.

"Claire, I think you should publish this. I can drive you to New York this weekend."

"I don't know what my parents would think."

"They don't have to think anything. You're an adult now."

"I'm still going to school here. I graduate in a month. Maybe then I can."

"I think now's the time to do this."

"How will I explain to my parents going on a trip with my biology teacher?"

"I'll send them a letter that says I've found an amazing opportunity. You will spend this weekend at a research center."

"I'll come. We have to have every detail though. My dad will go nuts if we don't."

"I'll send your parents an email tonight."

"Thank you so much. How much money do I need to pay you for the hotel?"

"None. It's on me."

"Please let me pay."

"It will be suspicious if you have to pay. I got it."

"Thank you," she said. She kissed him.

"You're welcome. I love you."

"I love you too."

She left at 5:15 as always. This time she got in the car with a smile.

"Claire, come down here!" her father said up the steps.

"Coming!"

"Your biology teacher sent me an email."

"What about? I'm doing fine in his class."

"He said there was an opportunity."

"What for?"

"He said that there was a research project that he could participate, and he's allowed to bring one student. He said he chose you because you are his brightest student. It's some gig in New York."

"That sounds great. Can I go?"

"This sounds a little weird. You going with a male teacher. Shouldn't there be a woman going along with y'all?"

"Dad, it's just Mr. Wells. We won't even be in the same hotel room. It's just for a weekend."

"Maybe, I'll talk to your mother."

"Thank you, Dad," she said walking back up the stairs. Her dad talked to her mom. They decided she should go.

"Alright, class is dismissed. Claire, I need you to stay after for a minute."

"Yes, Mr. Wells," she said.

"Your dad emailed me back. He said you could come. We'll leave Friday around five. I can pick you up from your house. New York is only two and a half hours away, so we can have dinner in New York. We'll be back on Sunday around ten. I've sent your dad all this information. I told him we would have two hotel rooms. I only reserved one. Is that alright with you?"

"That's fine," she said. "Thank you for doing all this. I know that your job is at risk all things considered."

"I love you. I would do anything for you."

"I know. I'll be ready on Friday at five. Here's my address." She wrote down her address on a sticky note.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Claire."

"Bye, Logan."

To Claire, Friday couldn't come fast enough. Logan arrived at her house at exactly five p.m. sharp. She was ready at the door with her suitcase when he knocked.

She opened the door, "Hi, Mr. Wells."

"Hi, Claire. Hi, Mr. Tyler," he said calling back behind her. Her dad was sitting there cleaning his gun. She turned red.

"Dad, put the gun down. It's only Mr. Wells." He got up and walked over to them.

"Hi, Mr. Wells, I'm Claire's dad."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Tyler."

"There better not be any problems this weekend."

"There won't be, sir."

"I'm sure there won't. Good bye, sweetheart," he said giving Claire a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye, Dad," she said walking out the door with her suitcase. He shut the door behind her.

"Here, I'll get that," Logan said, heaving the suitcase into the back of his pickup truck. Claire walked around to the passenger side of the truck and got in. Logan was already in the driver's seat. "Let's get rolling," he said. They drove two and a half hours into New York City and finally arrived at the hotel. They went to the room and dropped their suitcases off.

"I'm starved!" Claire exclaimed.

"Let's go eat. What're you in the mood for?"

"Italian."

"Let's go," he said.

They went to get Italian for dinner. As soon as they got back into the hotel room, they kissed passionately. The kiss became more and more urgent, and he pushed her down onto the bed. He took her shirt off and started rubbing across her stomach and back. They had finally undressed each other completely.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Logan asked Claire.

"I love you. I'm sure."

They made love for the first time that night. Saturday morning they got up and went to many major publishers in New York and gave them her manuscript. They got a bunch of the 'okay, we'll look through it.' Saturday Logan took her to a nice restaurant. They went through appetizers, entrees, and dessert.

Finally, Logan pulled out a box and got down on one knee. "Claire, I love you. I promise to never hurt you or leave you. I promise to love you and cherish you forever. Will you marry me?"