Bonus Chapter/ Mr Jenkin's Pov: 

I'm sitting at my desk 15 minutes before my first class begins double checking that everything is ready. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and pull it out to see mom's calling and figure I better answer it or she'll just keep calling then message and then start calling Skip and Karen to see if I'm still alive.

"Hey Mom" I greet leaning back in my chair.

"Hey baby boy how's the new job going?" her voice chirps.

"Come on ma don't call me that and it's okay. I'm waiting for my first class to start. What's up?"

"Nothing son, I'm just checking in on how you're doing. So do you think you'll be coming to visit any time soon? I met this lovely girl the other day at the hair salon and I think y'all would really hit it off."

"Nope." I snap out impatiently popping the P to emphasize the fact that I will not now, nor in the future use my mother's misguided attempts to play match maker.

"Mike you've been out of the army a while now and ya know it's time for you to start-"

I cut her off. I've heard several different versions of this rant since I was 18. That woman is obsessed with me settling down. FML

"Look I appreciate that you're concerned mother. But I'm 22. No where near the age to find the one! Besides I've only been out for 3 months. Before I even think about dating I want to have everything situated. If and when that time comes I'll find my own girl, not one my mama picked up." I say rubbing my head to stem off the headache I know this conversation will eventually lead to.

"Fine, I'm just worried about you. Sometimes I think that your years in the military made you forget the important things in life, ya know like love and family and having fun. You're always so serious, I can't even remember the last time I saw you really smile or genuinely laugh. It's quite distressing you know." she sighed

"Mom I'm fine. You worry too much. Why don't you call Skip. He was telling me about his new girlfriend. Look the bell just rang so I have to go. My class will be here soon. Love ya mom" I sat back and rolled my eyes.

Ha Skip is going to kill me for sicking her on him and a made up girlfriend. Oh well he'll get over it.

I know she's worried and yeah I'll be the first to admit I've changed but any person would if they'd seen and done what I did. Yes all soldiers that get deployed to a red zone witness bad shit. But because I was an interrogator in a special ops unit I happened to see it a little more up close and personal.

I've seen toddlers being used as shields and pack mules with explosives. I've interrogated terrorist that were planning things like blowing up theme parks and hospitals. 

One of the things I realized while there, to the terrorist its not a war of soldier against soldier its a war against anything that breaths. Man, woman or child, military or civilian. None of that mattered to the insurgents.

I've learned from the best CIA agents how to read a person in seconds, how to beat a polygraph and how to survive extreme situations by keeping a cool head.

 I've learned to plan, have contingency plans for predictable and unpredictable or unforeseen outcomes. 

Manipulate bad guys by using any number of top secret techniques. Some legal, others not as civilized as the general population could stomach with good conscience. Thus aren't made public to protect the citizens from the gory details.

I've been captured and endured hell on earth. I've killed and almost been killed. I've watched those I cared deeply for die. Simultaneously feeling the grief of a fallen comrade in arms and a jealousy that he got an easy out while I had months to suffer at the hands of monsters.

So yes I'm not the same carefree person I once was. I lived a really serious life. Where goofing off could get you killed. That tends to make you mature a little faster then the average Joe.

The tardy bell ringing cuts off my internal monologue. "Right Class I'm Mr. Jenkins"

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I'm half way through second period and already feel a headache coming on. All morning long these girls keep hitting on me and over the top flirting. Some even stoop to pulling their tops lower.

 Yeah so not interested in these kids! It's making me rather uncomfortable, damn near queasy. 

I'm telling yet another girl that no I would NEVER date a student even if she is 18 already when I hear the door open. The class starts whispering about the person.

 Apparently she's 'fucking wicked awesome' if the whispers were anything to go by.

I turn around and just as I'm about to ask who she is and what she needs, she walks straight into me. Literally face-plants into my chest. She starts to bounce back so I grab her to steady her.

I hear a whispered "crap-tini that hurts" She looks up while rubbing her nose with the cutest dazed expression on her face. One of confusion that swiftly changed to embarrassment. 

Then it was like a wall came down and her face showed nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Interesting that someone so young can mask her emotions so easily. She'd make an excellent interrogator.

"Shit, uh sorry sir I was umm .. yeah I was at the office. Apparently I'm screwed and well yeah that's why I'm late" she rushed out all in one breath.

 I was trying not to laugh at her cute little expression and the fact that she just said 2 words that most teachers would put her in detention for.

I cleared my throat "Well screwed, nice to meet you but I'm afraid you have the wrong class. I already took role and I'm pretty sure I'd remember seeing that name on there." I gently tease wanting to see if it makes her drop the façade she put up.

I hear some snickers and whispering. How the hell had I forgotten I had a full class behind me? 

She must have registered them too because I hear her quietly huff. "Damn damn double damn I hate today."

Then she does the damnedest thing. 

Instead of freaking out or running she turns to them laughs and takes a bow "Thank you, thank you, your adoration is much appreciated! Hehe had to start the year off with some entertainment. Glad you got to see me!" She winks than saunters out of class.

I cant help but laugh a little. I even let the class talk about her for a few minutes just to see what they'd say as I pretended to organize my already organized desk and papers.

Turns out her name obviously isn't screwed but it is Jemma. She's obviously popular and has a surprisingly fierce temper when crossed according to one girl that claimed Jemma has a solid left hook. Has a insanely high GPA especially since she missed a couple of months of school the last semester of her junior year. 

The reason for such started a huge debate that resulted in suggestions that she went undercover for the Sherriff's department to bring down a drug cartel, Having plastic surgery because there is no way the scar behind her ear isn't from a face lift. Lastly she got a job at a strip club but since she was miss innocent they had to send her to stripper school for two months.

"Alright class settle down. I'm instituting a no gossip policy in my classes. I don't want nor need to here about all your teen love/hate matches or speculation of another student's private life. Keep all talking about calculus and if we have free time at the end of the lesson than keep the conversation school appropriate."

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I'd just gotten my food from the line and was making my way back to class when I heard music. I look around and about 10 feet from where I am is the same girl from earlier. Only this time she's dancing on the table with a corn dog in her hand sing S&M.

I stop in my tracks, laugh and shake my head as she leans down and yanks another girl up with her. I should probably break this up since the entire cafeteria is watching but its funny and wow she's really good. They finish and I watch her high five her friend then jump off the table and curtsey.

She is definitely not your typical girl. Too bad I cant meet someone like that. I'd seriously think about dating her...

WTH? I meant someone like her.

The bell rings and the students start filing in. She walks in with that girl she was dancing with and a boy. I watch as she notices me, she stops to a stand still and just starts openly eye raping me.

I feel myself smile at that. It doesn't irritate me like it does when everyone else checks me out. I'm not conceited but I'm a good looking man and I like that she's noticed and seems to approve.

Her eyes meet mine and I smile even more. Ha she looks like she's mentally slapping herself for being so obvious.

She rushes off to sit with her friends. I hear her and the boy teasing each other and then the boy touches her. "Excuse me, but in my class we keep our hand to ourselves" I tell him, wondering if they're a couple.

"Sorry sir I was just playing with her" the boy replied batting his lashes at her and grinning when she swats his hand away from her hair.

"Yes well play with her on your own time." He nods his head and laughs like he just heard a dirty joke or something. 

Ugh why did I decide to teach seniors? They're basically overgrown toddlers...

"Oh man I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit, Robby Pop no offence but eww, you're never ever ever gonna play with me! YUCKO get that perverted thought out of your dirty mind right now ass hat!" She kinda yelled shuddering a little.

I cough to hide the laugh that bubbled out. Hmm guess they aren't together. Not that I care or anything. 

But I mean she's spunky from what I've seen and obviously gorgeous and he's a big strong football player looking guy. It'd make sense for them to be together. Talk about cliché stereotypical high school love. 

Her comment however, put that notion out of my head however and for reasons unknown it made me smile just a bit more genuinely.

"Awe crap I said that pretty loud didn't I?" she groaned giving me a look that said 'again'. I nodded biting my cheek a little.

She has got to stop making me laugh, It's so weird to feel myself laugh again after all this time.

Robert rolled his eyes. "How the hell did you know what Teach said made me take a trip to pervert-ville? I coulda just been contemplating the meaning of life or the weather or some shit." He whined.

She thumped his forehead and laughed at the glare he gave her. "Cause you don't giggle like a little girl if you're contemplating the meaning of life or the weather or some shit. You giggle like a half assed stupid little girl when you get dirty thoughts."

Turns out her name is Jemma which I already knew but her last name is James. I like that, has a phonetic ring to it. Plus isnt there like a old school porn star named something like that.... 

She was answering my question when the girl behind her said something that pulled my attention back to the present and had me narrowing my eyes at her. I was about to get onto her when Jemma turned around and yelled back "Carrie be a good tramp and shut up, Obviously you're mistaking me for yourself. If I had as you so eloquently put it, screwed anything with a pulse then I'd have caught that nasty case of chlamydia you passed to 75% of the guys in this school over the summer! So how bout you shut the fuck up and go call your gyno to see about sewing that thing shut before you toxify the rest of the male population in our town!"

To say I was shocked would be a lie.

 It was more like I was proud that she stood up for herself and man talk about burn!! The look on that other girl's face was pretty good!

 That is, until things escalated and she went to hit Jemma. I blocked the hit. I was furious and yelled for her to get out.

What was that? I never yell. I always keep my cool. My life depended on that. 

 I shake my head and release my breath and continue on to the lesson. When class was over I call Jemma back.

"Look Miss James, I understand that you were upset by Carrie's comment . However you need to let me do my job and take care of things like that. That being said I'm afraid between that and your earlier stunts, I'm going to have to give you detention for the rest of the week starting tomorrow."

Her eyes widen and I can almost feel the anger behind them. "Are you flippin serious, dude she so deserved that and what other stunts. 3 days of detention is a little harsh for a misunderstanding between two hormonal females." Surprisingly she wasn't yelling. She spoke normally though her eyes flashed 'danger'.

"Well I let you slide on at least half a dozen curse words, inappropriate innuendos regarding Robert and I let your little table performance at lunch slide. So I'm thinking it's fair especially since I'm recommending Carrie be suspended 3 days."

She blushes and looks down. Hmm why is she blushing? Do I do that to her? 

Why does that thought make me want to smile or pound my chest like Tarzan.

"Umm well yeah I guess in that case it seems fair Sir." She finally looked back up at me and wow. She's absolutely stunning with her slight blush and bright green eyes with the darker green rim. The bell rang and she broke eye contact and looked at her watch.

"Mr. Jenkins could you possibly write me a pass to next period I have Mrs. Monday and that sadist is totally psycho. She'll make me run like 20 laps for being late. While she rides that damn golf cart and complains about the heat and how her six cats don't like the seventh and that'll be more punishment then any sane person can stand" I laugh lightly and get her the pass.

I wonder if she is like this with all her teachers? She's different, then all the women and girls I've ever met. 

I can already tell she'll make this year interesting.

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I walk Into the cafeteria and notice it's dead silent. I know it's irrational but my eyes search for Jemma to make sure she's okay. That's when I hear her.

"Okay Drake, you wanna talk. You want an explanation? Fine I dumped your sorry ass because I walked in on you fucking Carrie. All I got was baby I'm a man with needs. Well I'll tell you today the same thing I told you that day, you and your needs can go fuck yourselves cause you damn sure aren't fucking me! You threw our relationship away not me. Now let go of me you sorry sack of shit you're leaving me bruises" I watched as he let go and took a step back while she leaned closer to him and whispered something that made him look like he was punched in the nuts.

Ha that's right. Jemma just owned you, I thought.

"Yeah I bet Jemma. You probably let the whole team gang bang your ass. You're nothing but a cheap whore!!" He yelled since she was already walking away. I felt my blood pressure start to rise.

 I had the sudden urge to slap some manners into this kid. Hell I could make him cry, just by mind-fucking him...

Jemma turned back with a fake smile. I wonder if anyone else noticed it was fake?

"I may be a whore but I'm not your whore so fuck you in the ass without lube with something abrasive like sandpaper or pine cones. Peace out ass wad!"

She turned back to everyone and shrugged her shoulders, speaking loud enough to be heard "He's up for grabs. However I'm not too sure he doesn't have something that bleach won't wash off. He did have to go to the doctor for a bothersome rash in a sensitive area! Something about it burning when he pees and a his junk smelling funky." She turned and left.

I know it makes me sound like a creeper but I forgot about getting my lunch and followed her to make sure she was okay. That fake smile wont hold up when she drops her walls when she's away from everyone. 

I know, hell that's my life.

I gave her a few minutes to herself then made my way around towards her to find her sitting with her head slumped down. I don't want to scare her so I make sure to be loud enough so she can hear me.

She raised her head "H... hi Mr Jenkins" I can see that she's been crying and my heart gives a little squeeze and I get an intense urge to beat that Drake kid down for making this girl so upset.

"Um I promise I'm not uhh skipping I urrmm just needed some fresh air. My uhh allergies were acting up" I pat her shoulder to offer her silent support and see her eyes narrow and a look that clearly says don't feel sorry for me.

"Yeah sometimes my allergies bother me and I find getting away from the irritant helps the watery eyes situation. I was just umm sneaking back here for a quick smoke break. I know it's against policy so if you keep my secret about being here I'll keep yours." I tell her smiling a little.

She made a little laugh and the pressure on my heart eased a little. "Hmm you don't happen to want to keep another of my secrets do you? Cause I'm not even gonna lie. A cigarette would totally rock my socks right now!"

There she goes again making me laugh. I end up letting her share mine while we chat for the remainder of the break. I know I shouldn't but I do anyway. Something is fundamentally wrong with me.

Man If only we met somewhere else and she was a little older.

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I'm sitting in my class waiting for a certain student to show up for her detention when Diana walks in. I mentally roll my eyes. This woman is as bad as the girls are. Worse really since she's married and a little more up front about the fact that she'd like to sleep with me. 

I watch as she saunters up and begins her trashy attempt at picking me up. I mean I've tried politely to decline her. I even avoid the teachers work room as much as possible in hopes that she'll take the hint. I dread her very presence.

"Look Diana I already told you more than once that I wasn't interested. Not now and not in the future. I have a strict rule about dating a co worker and an even stricter rule about married women." I snapped at the end of my patients with her.

"I'm sure I could change your mind" she said leaning forward more. I hear a light laugh and then "Wow desperate much?"

Hmm I was thinking the exact same thing. I watch as Diana turns to glare at Jemma.

I know I should intervene but I really want to see how Jemma handles herself in yet another out of the ordinary situation. The girl's got balls!

Besides maybe Jemma can put a tramp in her place and keep me from going off on her because I'm not at all nice or funny when I lose my closely held temper.

I watch as Diana figuratively pulls out her claws and lays into Jemma. 

As usual I'm about to jump in but Jemma is quick with her comebacks. Diana's shit talking is low and just plain bitchy while Jemma's are straight up hilarious.

 Especially the menopause comments paired with fake concern. She totally owns Diana's ass and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing in her face as she storms out.

As the door slammed shut I bust out laughing. "Sorry I didn't interrupt. That was just too damn funny! Thanks by the way, I was worried she was about to jump across the desk at me" I said shuddering at the very real possibility of that happening.

She laughed "Sure thing teach, I'd hate for a member of our armed forces to make it through the war only to come here and be torn apart by that screeching banshee!"

"She does have an amazingly annoying voice. So how do you know her husband and why are you going to the sheriff's department Missy? In trouble with the law at such a young age tsk tsk Miss James" I tease.

She has my full attention as she explains everything and I feel my brows furrow as she talks about running alone on deserted streets in pre-dawn hours. 

Doesn't she know what could happen to a beautiful young lady. There's all kinds of maniacs out there.

The next couple of days were interesting. 

The highlights were Jemma's class and detention. Along with the few times I'd see her in the halls. She was always so bubbly but not in a ditsy kind of way. She literally lit up the halls with her laugh and smile. She didn't fawn and throw herself at me like the other girls and some teachers.

We had a connection though and I know it's not one sided. Thank you to all my training! I'm not even going to lie and say that I didn't like knowing without a doubt that she was as effected as I was.

It wasn't just her looks either. Of course she was gorgeous but her personality is what I liked most. It's such an interesting mix of ass kicker and sweetheart.

We spend all detention chatting and getting to know each other. The more I learn about her the more I want to learn more. She makes me feel lighter, I haven't laughed like that in forever.

Plus I see how she is when things happen. She puts on a brave face and brazens her way through it. She only lets the hurt show when she's alone. I totally respect that. I hope one day she'll let me in so I can hug the hurt away.

Oh crap I'm turning into a girl. I know we can't date but we can be friends right?

I need to call Skip. He'll listen without thinking I'm a pervert.

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It's 8 o clock and someone is banging on my door like the damn police. I open it to see Skip and my two other best friends Paul and Vin standing there. We do the man hug thing and they come in.

 "What the hell are you wearing Mike?" Skip asks in disgust.

"My work clothes, I just got here a few minutes ago. What are y'all doing here?"

"Get dressed punk we're going out. You sounded crazy stressed about that Jemma chick. So we're down to cheer you up and make you have some fun! Now move that ass soldier!!!"

I just nod and get to it since there's no way I'll win against all 3 of them.

We had been at this club called "The Zone" that one of Skip's friends said was awesome when the DJ stops the strobe lights and lowers the music a little

"HELLO ALL YOU PARTYING FOOLS!!! I'm takin a quick break but before I do let me Introduce you guys to My girl JEMMA who decided to grace us with her gorgeous and talented body tonight!!"

At the name Jemma I whip my head around so fast my neck cracks before common sense pops in and says it cant be her since this is a 21 and up club. Until I hear a voice I would recognize anywhere scream "LETS GET THIS BITCH ROCKIN!!"

I shake my head and smile. Why am I not even surprised.

"Whats with that look?" Paul asks raising an eyebrow.

"Dude that was Jemma. As in my Jemma, well not my Jemma I just meant the Jemma that-" The guys bust out laughing as I ramble on. Jeez she isn't even by me but I'm still a wreck.

"OOOOHHH someone has it bad!!" Vin taunts

"I already told you to go for it. I've never seen you this hung up over a chick" Skip says patting me on the back.

"That's cause he's in love" Vin teases making kissy faces. 

I feel my cheeks burn and flip him off.

"What, No. That's not, I mean I haven't even known.. That takes time and..."

 What the fuck? What, now I'm incapable of finishing a sentence? I need to be slapped!

Paul leans over and looks me in the eye "Look I get that you're worried because she's younger than you but 4 years is nothing if y'all really click and care about each other. Especially if she can make you go all goo-goo enough to look like a moron!"

Skip laughs at that then says "Seriously though you should take a chance. We all know life is short and anything can happen so live it up and enjoy it while it's here."

"Yeah but what if I'm reading everything wrong and see only what I want to see. What if all she sees me as is just a teacher or maybe friend? Maybe I've gotten rusty at reading people."

Vin came back with 4 shots and replied to that "Mike from what you told us she doesn't act like you are her teacher. So it's time to let your balls drop and man up! Now time for shots!!"

We take the tequila shots throw them down our throats and shout "Carpe Vivo" our motto "Seize Life"

It was my turn to make a bar run. None of us were drunk we were just relaxing and catching up. I grab the drinks from the bartender and from the corner of my eye I see Jemma handing a drink to someone. 

Hmm first she was DJ-ing now tending the bar? I thought you had to be 18 to work in a club, and I'm sure she told me she didn't turn 18 until November. 

 I look up again and see she's bouncing a little and the bartender helps her onto the bar and tosses her a toy microphone that is covered in sparkles...

I feel myself smile what is this girl up to now?

The bartender jumps up with her and they sing and hop around to the song. I've heard it before I think its called Candy land. I see the bartender hip bump her and she stumbles a little but braces herself by grabbing my head.

I look at the bartender and he smiles and winks. 

 I look up and she's looking down at me with a huge smile. She moves her hand and sits down on the bar in front of me.

 God she looks hot!

"Well hello there Mr. Jenkins. How's your weekend going?" she asks a little breathless from singing and dancing. It's a sexy kind of breathlessness

I laugh and reply with the same nonchalance as her. "It's good some buddies of mine are down on leave for the weekend. How's yours going Miss James"

Raising an eyebrow she says "Hmm pretty good so far. Not too eventful." I catch her checking me out and cant help feel a little smug that she is. 

I start to say my goodbye before I hit on her and freak her out when the bartender comes and starts talking to us.

Before I know it the guys are there laughing as she has a playful argument with the bartender. Skip starts to flirt and I hold in a growl but feel it turn into a laugh as she smoothly shoots him down. I cut in and tell them I owe Jemma this dance and take her hand and lead her to the dance floor. 

The tequila shots made me carefree, yeah that's what it is.

We get to the middle just as the song changes to Motivation. I see her hesitate so I grab her hand and pull her a little closer. 

So close there's only a few inches between us. 

 She starts to move to the music and I can't help but pull her a little closer so our bodies are barely touching. She presses closer still so we're molded together.

I slide my hands to her hips and see her breathing speeds up and she blushes so prettily. She turns so her back is pressed into my chest and throws her arms around my neck grabbing my hair as we grind on each other.

I feel my heartbeat pick up as I feel her play with my hair and grind a little harder on me. God damn I'm so turned on right now and all we're doing is dancing. Just imagine if we were....

I cut that train of though off.

 My zipper is already too tight for comfort.

I tighten my hold around her stomach a little so there's absolutely no space between us. Damn I can feel how soft and smooth her skin is as her silk shirt slides beneath my hands.

As the song changes I put my lips to her ear and whisper "Another dance?" I feel her shiver and she nods her head.

 I resist the temptation to nibble on her earlobe and instead spin her around so I can look at her eyes as we dance. They're gorgeous and you can see everything she feels in them.

I lose focus of the world around us as she stares right back at me sliding her hands back into my hair. I feel like I could purr until she moves them back down to rub my chest and abs.

Then I wanna growl and kiss the crap out of her. I settle for sliding my hands up from her hips to her lower back then slowly move them up and softly cup her neck. 

I'm gonna do it.

 I'm going to man up and kiss her.

She leans in and I can feel myself mentally doing a happy dance. But she bypasses my mouth and brings her lips to my ear, caressing it as she says " Mmm I love the way you move"

Before I can respond to that sexy little taunt the song ends and she backs up. I see a hundred different emotions play across her eyes. 

The last one was disappointment. I know my my own shown the same.

I lead her back to the bar. As soon as we walk up the bartender starts teasing Jemma and I smile a little.

The guys are teasing me and talking about how hot me and Jemma looked and blah blah blah. I tuned them out as I heard more of the exchange between Jemma and the bartender. I had no idea that things were bad at home for this sweet girl.

 She turned to leave and I turned back to my boys who were looking at me funny. She bumps me and I steady her. She says her goodbyes but I cut it off "Let me atleast walk you out."

While waiting for her sister to show up we talk about the club and everyone in it. I have to admit I'm kind of impressed that she can handle the club and school. Her sister walks up with a big burly bouncer. 

He slings an arm over Jemma's shoulder and starts whining. I laugh at the exchange between them. They truly act like brother and little sister. After the little I heard about her parents I'm glad to see that she has other people in her life that love her and treat her right.

She introduces us, his name is Blue and I'm her friend Michael. I smiled so big my cheeks hurt. 

She said friend not teacher. 

I program my number into Jemma's phone and have her promise to text me so I know she got home alright I mean its after 2 in the morning.

Blue and I watch her leave and I feel his eyes on me. I turn to him and raise an eyebrow waiting to hear whatever he had to say.

"So" he says.

"So" I reply

"How long have you known Jemma?" he asks

"Not long"

"What are your intentions with her?" He demanded glaring down at me and crossing his arms.

"I'm not sure yet." I answer.

He doesn't seem to like that. "Look I watched y'all. I can tell y'all feel something for each other. I also know for a fact that she likes you but is holding back. Why, I'm not sure yet. But what I do know is if you hurt my princess in any way, I'll hurt you in every way physically possible. That girl is amazing and I'm not going to let you toy with her. So if you're after a quick lay move on. Got that!" He threatens which makes me smile. 

Like I said I'm glad she has good people in her life. He crosses his arms over his chest while he waits for an answer

"I do care about her and I'm glad you think she returns the feeling but let me get you straight on a few points.1. I care a great deal for her, its hard not to. She really is a great girl. 2 I'm glad that she seems to return my feelings and would in no way, shape or form toy with them. 3 I'm not the kind of guy to go after a cheap easy lay and Jemma most certainly isn't the type of girl to fall for it if I did! 4 To ease your mind let me clarify my intentions comment. I didn't mean that I didn't know what I want from her. I meant that I would love to have a relationship with her but there are things preventing that right now. Maybe in the future but right now it's a little complicated. Lastly I'm not intimidated by your threat. In fact quite the opposite, I'm glad she has people that care about her and your threat is pointless as I have absolutely no intention of hurting her."

He's quiet for a moment then asks "Want to grab a beer?"

I nod my head and follow him in. I expect to be led back into the club but he leads me to a lounge in the back for employees. He opens the frig and tosses me a beer.

After a few moments of silence he sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "Alright I don't know what the complications are so I'm just going to say this: If you're single and she's single there shouldn't be a problem."

Now it was my turn to sigh. Maybe if I told him he'd give me some advice. I mean yeah the guys say go for it but this would be different since he actually knows her....

"Well, for starters I'm 22 and she's 17. She just got out of a relationship with that punk Drake so she's on the rebound. She has a lot going on and lastly and most importantly I'm her teacher and it would be like taking advantage of my position or something. Plus I'm sure the teacher thing would creep her out. Hell, I don't know what to do." I dropped my head down on the table.

He's quiet for a minute then laughs his ass off "Leave it Jemma Bean to fall for her teacher! Okay now I understand everything. You want my advice?" he asks seriously now.

I nod my head holding my breath in case he rants about what a sick and twisted pervert I am.

"Yeah Jems 17, she'll be 18 soon but here 17 is considered the legal age of consent. Plus that girl is not your typical teenager. Yeah she has her silly moments but she's probably more mature then most people in there 30s. Her and Drake broke up over 4 months ago and I'm pretty sure she never loved him. The cheating just brought up bad memories. As for the teaching thing... Well it's obvious she has no problem with that otherwise she definitely wouldn't have danced like that. As for you.. If you can separate your love life from school and not show favoritism or curve her grades because you're with her then I don't see a problem as long as y'all keep it on the down low and don't get caught " I think I just made a new best friend.