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took a moment before I could move. I lay there as he circled the
desk and began putting back on his shirt. After a moment, I
regained my composure and stood upright. He came back around and
grabbed my books, holding them out to me. I took them, unable to
look him in the eye and left the room as quickly as I could.

Chapter Eight
    The rest of the day, I no longer thought
about the crazy morning at the hospital. All I could think about
was Mr. Honor. I did not know if I could ever go back into his
classroom again and at the same time that is all I wanted to
do.
    I walked out to the curb in the front of the
building and sat down as I waited for my Aunt to pick me up. The
students came and went and soon the parking lot was all but empty.
The teachers began to file out and I opened one of my texts books
and read over the things I had missed. I spotted Mr. Honor walking
with the office assistant and my cheeks burned with jealousy. They
walked over to her car and talked for a few minutes before he
kissed her on the cheek and she got in and left. I went back to my
textbook and did not realize he had walked back towards me.
    “No ride?” he asked.
    “My Aunt is hit and miss when it comes to
responsibility.” I replied, irritated that she did not let me drive
myself.
    “I never miss.” He replied and a shiver ran
down my spine. His eyes burned into me and for a moment, all I
could do was stare up at him helplessly. “Come on. I’ll take you
home.” He said and turned to walk away. He did not give me the
opportunity to protest. I jumped up from the curb and followed
behind him. He opened the passenger side of a sleek little black
sports car and took my books from my hands. I slid in and watched
him walk to the driver’s side as I bit my lip. His car smelled just
like him and I inhaled deeply, not able to get enough of his scent.
He threw my books into the back seat and got in next to me. He
looked angry and annoyed that he had to drive me and I suddenly
felt self-conscious.
    He pulled out quickly and if I was with
anyone else I would have been scared, but I trusted him. As we
reached the light just off school property, he leaned his body
across mine, pausing to breathe in the scent of my hair. I sat
frozen in place. He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it across my
body.
    “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He said with
a smirk and stepped on the gas. I stared at him as he drove, in awe
of his perfection. “What happened?” he asked, his eyes darting down
to my pink bandage.
    “Long story” I replied as I tugged at it
nervously. I felt his eyes on me but I did not explain further.
    “What happened?” he asked again, this time
with irritation in his voice. I sighed heavily and thought about
which details I should give him.
    “I drank a little last night. I knocked down
a picture and accidentally cut myself trying to clean up the mess.”
I explained holding up my hand. “No big deal.” I explained with
sarcasm. He whipped the car to the side of the road and before I
could say anything, he had unbuckled his seatbelt and had turned
facing me. His mouth was dangerously close to mine and I struggled
to steady my breathing. His eyes were hard and full of anger.
    “Do not talk to me like that. It pisses me
off and you don’t want to see what I do when I am pissed off.” He
barked angrily and I his tone was frightening. My breathing
accelerated and I tried my best not to show my fear. He stared at
me for a long moment before taking his hand and gently running the
pad of his thumb against my cheek and down over my bottom lip, his
breath warm against my face. His expression softened for a moment
as his eyes danced from mine to my lips. “You don’t want this.” He
whispered quietly, warning me. He had no idea how much I wanted
him. Ever part of my body ached for him, for his touch.
    “Yes I do.” I whispered back, the words
barely audible. His hand slid around the side of my neck and back
into my hair. His breathing