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I looked back around at her ready to put up a good fight. But as soon as I looked into her eyes, I knew that I was in more trouble than I had thought.

"Sit down." She said sternly, nudging her head and directing her eyes towards the nearest desk. Rolling my own eyes at her, and sighing very deeply, I went over to the desk beside the one that she had indicated, purposely defying her, and sat down. Before she was able to utter a single syllable, I started.

"Hey look. There's no point in punishing me for minding my own business and listening to my music. None of the teachers here give a damn about whether the students listen to them or not. So, take my advice, and you know, let it slide." I said the last statement coolly by shrugging my shoulders, putting one arm around the metal chair, and slouching. I jumped when she slammed the wooden desk with a meter stick. "Yo! Dude! That's illegal here." I stated in an alarmed tone.

"First of all, just like the other teachers, I don't give a damn about what you do in my class. In fact, it's much easier to fail someone when they don't hand in an assignment, than pass them by marking their work." She said. "Secondly, you're not here because of the music. You're here because of the hallway." She smiled sweetly. "You do remember the incident in the hallway don't you?" She asked me with an innocent face that made me look really stupid.
"Hey cut it with the rhetorical questions. It's making me look stupid." I muttered the last part to myself.

"Who said that you look like one?" She asked with that same sweet smile, which angered me. "I don't care about you or what you do. But I do care once you start interfering with my life. And what you did in the hallway," she said pointing the meter stick directly at me, "interfered with my life, in a big way." She slowly started walking around the desk and towards me, with the meter stick still pointing at my face. "There is no way on earth that I'm going to let that slide."

"Hey look..." I stood up from the chair and started backing away from her. "I-I'm... I didn't know you were a teacher. If I did, I wouldn't have done that." I said trying to defend myself. "Heck, I didn't want to do that to you anyways. I mean, you're not even pretty…" I changed my words when I saw her eyes flare up. "I-I mean you are pretty… heck you're hot! You're one of... no… you... you are THE hottest woman teacher that I've ever seen. If you weren't a teacher I would have probably ban—"I stopped speaking when my back hit the wall, and the meter stick that she was holding started piercing into my chest.

"You talk a lot. You know that?" She asked me another rhetorical question. I gulped. I opened my mouth to say something else, but she pushed the meter stick further into my chest. "I don't care who I am. I don't care if I'm a teacher, the principal, librarian or a stripper." She raised the meter stick and pointed it at my face. "The bottom line is that NO woman EVER wants to be touched or treated the way you did today. It's insulting to us. You might think that's just a joke, but it's not. It makes us feel cheap and disgusting. It makes ME feel like as if I've put up my body for sale. And I haven't!" She pushed the meter stick right up into my chin. "My body is MY personal space. And I am not comfortable with strange men coming up to me and touching me at places that I don't want to be touched. I don't want to see you doing something like that EVER again! If I do, I will make sure that you learn your lesson. Do you understand me?" She asked me with a threatening voice. Afraid that she might do me some serious harm with that lethal weapon of hers that was disguised as a meter stick, I just nodded. She didn't put away the wooden object as I was so desperately wishing.

She instead stared at me in the eyes. To be honest, I didn't know what she was doing. At first she was giving me her usual glare, but then it slowly changed. It was as if she was reading me; trying to decipher who I was. She slowly took away the stick from my face (what a relief!) and looked at me more carefully. She parted her lips to say something but stopped as she didn't know what to say exactly. As she looked into my eyes, I stared down at her lips. Those full, luscious, strawberry scented lips were calling me. They were beckoning me; screaming to me, saying 'Come and take me. Capture me with your own lips.' I made a small step towards her, never losing sight of them. She dropped the meter stick, which landed on the porcelain floor with multiple numbers of clangs, and looked down at my own lips. I knew right away that she had the same intentions as I did. As she started to take in deep breaths, I took one big step toward her and cornered her into the wooden desk behind her. As she was just about to step away from me, I stopped her by putting my right hand in front of her. I did the same, when she tried leaving the opposite way. I leaned my head closer to her face. I had placed it so close, that I was able to feel her open hair kiss against my forehead. I took one step towards her so that she was fully pinned against the desk and will have no chance of escaping. It was amusing to see her avoid making eye contact with me.

I rested my forehead against hers making her stop fidgeting and whispered, "You're cute." Finishing the compliment with a smirk. Immediately, her cheeks started to redden and her breath started to heat up. I put my lips against her ear and added, "And beautiful." She let out a big sigh and looked at me. In those big hazel eyes, I knew that she wanted that kiss as badly as I did. So without wasting another moment, I held her slender face in my hands and brought my lips against hers.

"Ouch!" I felt the air come right out of lungs. I had never felt a pain this sharp. "What the hell?!" I screamed. I looked up expecting to see Shilpa standing a few feet away from me. What I found instead, was her standing at the other side of the room, with another teacher. I looked to my left and saw that my friend Atul, was standing where Shilpa should have been, looking a bit frightened. "Did you just punch me?" I asked him gritting my teeth.

"Yes. But only because I told him to." Shilpa answered for him.

I looked towards her and asked her "And why would you do that?" with my teeth still gritted.

"Hmm… I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that, you weren't listening to me, or to him," she pointed at the male teacher standing beside her. "Or to your friend." She waved towards Atul. "So I told him to do whatever it takes to bring you out of your... dreamland." She air-quoted the last word.

"You have no right..." I started, standing up and holding onto my stomach.

"Do not tell me what my rights are Mr. Malik." She answered back automatically. "You have no rights. And with your day to day actions, you are losing them very fast here in this university." She countered. After a moment of silence, she took in a deep sigh. "Now, like I was saying before. You'll be serving detention with me for the next two weeks. You will be reporting to me every day after school. Including," She said the last word loudly just when I was about to interrupt. "The weekends."

"WHAT?!" I shouted. "That's totally not fair!!"

"Oh yeah, pretty boy." She took a couple of steps towards me. "I. Don't. Care." She tilted her head slightly towards the left and said, "I'll see you today after classes. And you," She pointed at Atul. "Are going to make sure that he gets there. Understand?"

"Y-Yes Ma'am." Atul answered nervously.

I raked my hand through my hair and gave out a loud sigh. "GOD!!" I yelled out towards the ceiling just as she stepped out the room with the other teacher. I still couldn't believe that I will have to see her every single day. "What?" I asked Atul who was staring at me as if I had grown an extra head.

"You... your…" He looked down at me and answered hesitantly.

"I, what?" I snapped at him. He looked down at me again in between my legs and just as quickly looked away. When I looked down as well, I understood what he was trying to say. I quickly sat down in a nearby desk and started fidgeting. "How long?" I asked him covering my mouth and avoiding eye contact.

"Not sure. When you were… I don't know... dozing off or, whatever it was you were doing... well…" Atul shivered. "It was pretty visible." He mumbled. He grabbed a nearby desk and moved it closer to me. "Dude, you were sweating as well." He now spoke directly to me, looking at me in the eye eagerly. "And the way you were looking at her… you looked like you were ready to pounce!" He made a pouncing gesture to add more emphasis to his words.

"Stop it!" I quickly stood up. As Atul was trying to get me to listen, I plugged my ears with my fingers and walked towards the cafeteria while saying lalalalala in efforts of drowning out Atul's voice.

At the cafeteria, I sat down along with my friends and gave Atul a glare that warned him about not saying a single word about what took place in the English room; especially about my physical mishap.

It was half way through our lunch, when I saw her enter through the blue metal doors. I couldn't help but stare. The way she carried herself so confidently, attracted not only me but everyone around her. You just can't treat her any other way but with respect and admiration. I really wanted to get to know this woman. What her hobbies are, her favorite TV shows, her favorite movies, does she read novels; if yes – then what kind? Is she social; does she like being outside of the house with her friends all the time or does she like to spend time with family? I wanted to know all this and more!

As these thoughts ran through my head, she looked around as if someone was calling her name. When her eyes landed on mine, she knew right away what I was up to. She narrowed her eyes, and started walking towards me, slowly, seductively. I didn't take my eyes off of her once. Not even when she stood right in front of me with her right hand gently touching my left shoulder. She threw the juice box behind my shoulder and sat on my lap facing towards me, with her legs hanging down from my hip and her arms draped around my head. My whole entire body started tingling as she sat down on me. When her thighs made connect with mine, my lower body started committing actions that I never knew were possible. Her eyes were full with confidence and had years of experience while mine gave off a reflection of an 21 year old boy who had no experience at all. My heart beat quickened and my breaths became insanely hot as she inched her lips closer to mine. Oxygen became completely blocked as she placed her lips upon mine. She came as a storm. I was numb with shock as I had no idea as to how I was to respond to her kiss. The way she moved her lips and her tongue tried to gain access into my mouth was just a phenomenon. Obeying her command, I opened my mouth just a little, and apparently that was more than enough for her. She set fire inside my mouth and wrestled with my tongue, invoking emotions and such a strong response that I never knew I had. With instinct, I placed my hands on her waist. With my eyes closed, I felt her fingers swiftly unbuttoning my shirt. Her icy cold hands left shivers on my bare chest as she trailed her nails along. I realized the importance of oxygen in a human being's body as soon as she released me from our insane kiss. The way that her eyes looked at me was full of mischief and oddly, I was anticipating in seeing what she would do next. She raised herself a little higher and leaned towards me.

I, in response moved back, tilting my chair in the process. Not realizing that my chair was already half-way suspended in the air, I went a little too far back and came crashing to the ground. A girl that was walking behind me with her lunch tray at that unfaithful moment dropped her tray as she jolted back in response to my fall. Within seconds I was covered with pudding, spaghetti, salad and an ice-cold Coca-Cola. Covering my mishap was a banana peel. I was indifferent to the laughter coming around the cafeteria and the curses coming from the girl who just lost her lunch. I threw a twenty-dollar bill at her to shut her up and get some peace of mind. My eyes involuntarily went to the substitute teacher and stayed glued on her. The look that she was giving me was of disgust. But as to why she was giving me that, I had no idea. To answer my questions, Atul came to the rescue. He scratched behind his right ear and looked up towards the ceiling tilting his face to the left while smiling. Not wanting the same mishap to occur, I quickly looked down at myself. Seeing that it was as big as the size of the football, I quickly covered myself with the fallen lunch tray. I had looked up just in time to see Shilpa walk away furious and filled with utmost disgust towards me. Little did she know that she was invoking a passion and emotions that I never wanted to breach.

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