“Hello.” Mr. Tomlinson looked up at me from his desk, unamused. “You’re late.” “It’s 3:35.” I muttered.
He got up from the desk and walked to the stage and sat on the edge. He raised his eyebrows, looking at me. “Well?”
“Uh, Mr. Andrews usually gives me a scene to work on.” I said, walking towards him.
“Oh. Well I don’t have one prepared for you,” He got up, walking to the box full of scripts, searching for one. He shook his head, stepping over to Mr. Andrews’ desk. He picked up a random folder and handed it to me. I opened it to find a script.
“R-Romeo and Juliet?” I looked up at him.
He shrugged. “It’s a classic.”
I looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact.
“What, you can’t handle Shakespeare?” He challenged.
I looked him in the eye. “Of course I can.” I rolled my eyes and stepped up on the stage.
“Page 24.” He looked up at me, a slight smirk on his face.
I stood tall, ready to prove him wrong.
“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this,
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”
He smirked at me. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” He quoted perfectly.
I raised my eyebrows, wasn’t I supposed to do the acting here? “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”
“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” He smirked. When he saw my confused reaction, his smile dropped. “What? You can’t play Juliet without a Romeo!”
“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” I mumbled.
“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” He quoted, again, perfectly, without even looking at my script.
I glanced down at my script to look at the next line.
Romeo kisses her.
What the hell? Before I could make some sarcastic remark about how great he was at picking out scripts, his lips were pressed onto mine, softly and gently. His fingers lay gently on my cheek, pulling me slightly closer towards him. He pulled away, making eye contact with me before I looked away.
“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.” He whispered.
“Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” I stammered, glancing back into his perfect blue eyes.
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” He leaned in again, but this time his lips crashed onto mine. His strong hands wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies touched. Our lips parted, our tongues exploring each others mouths. Lips working together relentlessly, my mind screaming at me. What the fuck are you doing, Mal? He is your teacher! But my body didn’t seem to care, neither did his, for the matter. After awhile, I knew this wasn’t right. I pulled away, for once, not afraid of eye contact.
“You kiss by th’ book.” I smirked.
He grinned, stepping back. “Maybe we should call this practice off a little early.”
“Alright.” I said, hopping off the stage. My cheeks blushed red as I went to my back, packing up my things. I looked at him. “So..”
“So,” He laughed, shuffling papers and shoving them into his bag. “Sorry about that.”
I shrugged. “It’s..fine.” I grinned, and he did too. “How old are you again?”
He smiled uncomfortably and looked down at the floor. “Twenty.”
I nodded and looked away.
“I’m sixteen.” I mumbled.
I shoved all of my folders into my shoulder bag, my back facing him. My cheeks were burning, what the hell just happened? I kissed my teacher. My teacher who I absolutely hated. The arrogant asshole! Maybe I did need to transfer out of this class. When I turned back around to face him, he was already looking at me, and making it obvious that he was checking me out.
He snapped out of his daze. “I-I’m sorry. I was completely out of line. “
“It’s fine.” I sighed, playing with my hair.
“You can schedule your next lesson with Mr. Andrews.” He half-smiled. “I guess I should have not made you come today.”
“I don’t mind.” I said. “I don’t mind scheduling with you next time, either.”
What the fuck are you doing, Mal?
He smiled. “Alright.”
Stop it, Malory, stop it stop it stop it!
For the third time today I ignored my shouting mind. “Same time tomorrow?”
“Sounds perfect.”
He looked up from putting away his papers and stared at me. His bright blue eyes could kill, they were absolutely perfect. Everything about him was. I even said, right when I saw him, that he was cute. It’s just the whole asshole thing, but maybe we were on the way of getting over that? All I know is that when he kissed me, I felt something that I’d never felt before.
Boy, this was going to be a long school year

Notes

Sorry it's a short chapter :)