Walking into the office right before sixth period was probably the hardest thing I could have ever done. Not only was what happened embarrassing, but it was really serious when you thought about it. I mean... I was an underage student. Mr. Meyers was my teacher and he was a legal adult.

"Do you have an appointment to see Mr. Wilkinson?" the secretary at the front desk asked, referring to the school's principal. 

"No, but..." I swallowed, not wanting her to send me to Mr. Meyer's class. The late bell had already rang anyway, so I would have been late no matter what. "It's urgent. I really need to see him."

The secretary eyed me for a moment. I stood there, biting my tongue as I waited for her to decide what to do. Couldn't she see how freaked out I was?

"Mr. Wilkinson," she finally said once she pushed a button on the office's phone. "There's a student here to see you. She doesn't have an appointment, but she says that it's urgent."

"Let her in," I heard Mr. Wilkinson say on the other line.

The secretary bobbed her head in the direction of Mr. Wilkinson's office, and I quickly shuffled my way inside.

"Leah Burkley?" Mr. Wilkinson asked in surprise once I entered his office. "I wouldn't expect you to be the one to come in here. I haven't spoken to you since your freshman year, when you wanted to switch out of your guitar class so you could be in drama."

I laughed nervously. "Aha, yeah... well..."

"What seems to be the problem?" he now asked, closing his office door before sitting down at his desk. I sat down across from him, breathing slowly in and out as I tried to calm myself down. "Is everything okay?"

"I was just... I was..." I gulped, wanting to slap myself in the face. "I just... wanted to ask you if... you could take me out of... um... Mr. Meyer's class that I have this period."

Mr. Wilkinson blinked at me. "Why would you want to be taken out?"

"Someone in that class is making me feel uncomfortable," I answered, not giving him any major details about who it was. "I just really want to be away from him and switching out of that class is the only way I can."

"And who's making you uncomfortable?" Mr. Wilkinson leaned forward in concern. 

"I'd... rather not say." I looked away from him so I wouldn't have to look at his intense stare. I didn't want to get Mr. Meyers in trouble. I just wanted to get out of his class so I wouldn't have to see him anymore.

"Leah, the only way this problem can really be resolved is if you tell me who's making you feel uncomfortable," Mr. Wilkinson stated, interlacing his fingers together and resting them on his desk. "If you don't want him to get in trouble, he doesn't have to get into trouble. Depending on the severity of the crime."

Mr. Meyers could have been fired for what he had done. He could have even been arrested. I didn't want either of those things to happen.

"It... it was..." I gulped again, tired of my childish stuttering. "It was... Mr. Meyers."

Mr. Wilkinson's eyes widened at me, and I looked down at my twiddling thumbs. This was the most uncomfortable thing I had ever had to go through, not counting what had happened the day before. I couldn't even look up at him.

"And what did Mr. Meyers do?" Mr. Wilkinson asked now, looking genuinely concerned for me as he leaned even closer into his desk. 

I explained to him everything that had happened the day before, making sure to inform him of every single detail. I didn't leave a single thing out; I wanted him to know how much I wanted to get out of that class and away from Mr. Meyers.

Mr. Wilkinson and I spent the rest of our time together talking about what we could do and how this was affecting me. Before I even knew it, the bell rang and I looked up to see that school had now ended. Had I seriously spent almost two hours in Mr. Wilkinson's office with him?

"I think we should go talk to Mr. Meyers about this," Mr. Wilkinson said, standing up from his desk and heading toward the door. "That is probably the best thing we can do."

I didn't agree with him, but my voice wouldn't work with me as I quickly followed him through the school and to Mr. Meyers's room.

Mr. Wilkinson entered without even knocking, and I was right behind him. I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping that Mr. Meyers wouldn't see me right away.

"Mr. Wilkinson," Mr. Meyers greeted from his desk. "What are you doing here? Is there something you need?"

"Leah has informed me that you've done a few things that made her feel uncomfortable," Mr. Wilkinson began, getting right to the point as he gestured to me. I felt like a small mouse as I continued to stand behind him. "I would just like to know if these accusations are true."

Mr. Meyers turned to look at me, a look I couldn't read on his face. I couldn't help it, but I felt a little guilty for what I had done. I snitched on him, and he could have lost his job.

Mr. Meyers suddenly started chuckling, which caused me to almost fall right over. Why would he be laughing over something as serious as this?

"I assure you, Mr. Wilkinson, that nothing ever went on between Leah and me," Mr. Meyers assured, and my eyes widened as I continued to stare down at him. Why was he lying? He would have gotten in trouble for what he did, but he should have taken it like a man! "You know how many girls have told you things when they weren't true."

Mr. Wilkinson sighed. "It must be difficult being the youngest teacher in school, especially when you have a face like yours. I swear, every other week there's a girl in my office spouting out false accusations about you."

But... but this wasn't false! This really happened! I wasn't just imagining things!

"Leah," Mr. Wilkinson now said, turning toward me with a stern look on his face. "I didn't expect this from you. You may not be one of the best in your grade, but you've never had any kind of confrontation with anyone before."

"I... I just..." I stammered, having absolutely nothing to say. All I could think about were all the girls that went to Mr. Wilkinson and told him what had happened between them and Mr. Meyers. Had all of them been truthful? Did Mr. Meyers do this with other students?

"Please, Mr. Wilkinson," Mr. Meyers interrupted before the principal could continue on with my punishment. "Don't punish her. She's just a teenage girl with a little crush. We've all done crazy things because of the people we like, right?"

Yeah, like kiss them even though you're their teacher! If Mr. Meyers even really liked me and wasn't just using me...

Mr. Wilkinson nodded at my teacher before turning toward me. "You should be very thankful to Mr. Meyers. He's a very nice man, Leah. You shouldn't have lied about him."

And Mr. Wilkinson left, leaving me in the classroom all alone with my teacher. I should have run away, but I didn't move a muscle. I was so enraged that I thought I was going to explode.

"You liar!" I suddenly shouted, my hands balling into fists at my side. "You know that that isn't true! You know that you're the one that came onto me, not the other way around!"

"Listen, Leah," Mr. Meyers sighed, and I continued to stand there in silence as I waited for him to speak. "I just... I want you to know that this isn't something that I do regularly."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared down at him. "I could have been suspended! Or even expelled! I didn't even do anything and the principal has probably tagged me as a liar!"

Mr. Meyers sighed again. "I know. I'm sorry, Leah. I really am."

"How many other girls have you done this to?" I asked, genuinely curious and furious at the same time. "I hear rumors going around school all the time. Girls confess to you, you confess to girls. I've even heard that you've made out with a bunch of girls before! They've always been proven wrong by you, but this makes me think that you're just really good at covering up your tracks!"

I was out of breath by the time I had finished, but I would have loved to continue on. Yelling at him didn't make me feel any better, but it had to have eventually, right?

"I've never done anything with any of the other students," Mr. Meyers answered, a frown now plastered on his face. "Those were all rumors. Girls have told me that they liked me before, but I've always turned them down. They go to the principal and lie about what happened because they're angry and their feelings were hurt. Nothing ever happened between us. I really do like you, Leah, and only you. No one else."

I only stared down at him, not knowing what else I was supposed to say. My teacher actually liked me, and he was sincere and genuine about it. This was terrifying.

"You can't possibly like me," I replied. "It's just... not believable."

"Why do you think I call you Burk?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's because I like you. I don't have a nickname for anyone else in the school."

So that was why he gave me a nickname? Because he liked me?

"This isn't right," I frowned, letting out a breath to calm myself down as he stood up from his desk. "I'm a student! I'm sixteen-years-old! You're probably like fifteen years older than me and—"

"Seven years," he corrected, which kind of freaked me out just a little. He knew exactly how many years of an age difference we had? "I'm only seven years older than you. You're turning seventeen in a few months and I'm twenty-four."

"That's still illegal," I reminded him, in case he somehow didn't know. I crossed my arms over my chest, more defiantly than uncomfortably. "I'm not eighteen, and I'm also your student. This kind of stuff never ends well."

I couldn't read the look on Mr. Meyers's face. "You wouldn't know that unless you tried it."

We only stood there, staring at each other. He took a step forward and I didn't move. My muscles were stiff as he slowly made his way toward me. I gulped, but still didn't try to escape or run. I just stood there, watching Mr. Meyers like I did every day in class.

"This... this isn't right," I finally croaked once he was only a few inches away from me. "This isn't good, Mr. Meyers. We can't do anything like this. I... I already have someone I like."

I couldn't believe I was actually having this kind of conversation with one of my teachers. I always thought that student and teacher relationships didn't really happen, and it was usually just in stories for teenage girls to read, but I guess I was wrong.

"That Sean kid, right? The ones that they mention in all those rumors about you?" Mr. Meyers asked, and I quickly shook my head to deny this. "Or... Derrick? He's in my fifth period."

"No, not Derrick either," I answered quickly, looking down so he wouldn't see my burning face.

"Blake Solo?"

I let out a squeak, covering my mouth with both of my hands after I had done so.

Mr. Meyers nodded. "I see."

He leaned in then, capturing my lips with his much like he had the day before. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking a step back in surprise. This didn't separate me from Mr. Meyers though; he only took a step with me.

I pushed him away after five seconds, already out of breath. "I'm sorry, Leah," he apologized quietly, staring down at the ground.

"I have to go," I finally blurted, knowing that now was the right time to leave. With one last look at my teacher, I quickly turned away and headed out the door before he could say or do anything else.

I leaned against the door once I had shut it, closing my eyes and letting out a sigh. I couldn't believe that I was going to have to sit in that classroom every day with that man, as if nothing had happened between us at all.

"Hey."

"Blake!" I shrieked, jumping into the air. "Wh—what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." His eyebrows furrowed at me in confusion. "We made plans today... Remember?"

My eyes widened. "Oh... yeah, yeah! I remember!"

I had been so caught up in everything with Mr. Meyers that I had totally forgotten that I had made plans with Blake. I hadn't even thought about it since Mr. Meyers had kissed me the day before!

Blake didn't look like he believed me, and I smiled at him nervously. There was no way I could let him know about what had just happened with Mr. Meyers. I couldn't tell anybody.

"What were you doing in Mr. Meyers's room?" Blake asked, cocking his head at the door next to us. "You also weren't in class today."

"I, uh, wasn't feeling well," I excused, and it wasn't really a lie, since I thought I could have thrown up at any moment. "I just came from the office to get any work that I missed."

Blake's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion now. "But the art room is closer to the office, so why wouldn't you go there first?"

Damn it! When had he gotten so smart?

"And you could have just asked me for anything you missed," Blake continued. "Or you could have asked Cassie or Leslie. You didn't have to go see Mr. Meyers."

How was he figuring me out so well? Was I that bad of an actress? So much for taking drama my freshman and sophomore year...

When the classroom door opened, I nearly jumped again. And when Mr. Meyers stepped out of the classroom, I thought I was going to scream.

"Oh, Burk," he said, back to using that stupid nickname again. He then held out his hand, dropping something into mine. "You're still here?"

"Yes, I am," I replied uncomfortably.

Blake was staring at Mr. Meyers intently, his eyes in slits as he studied our teacher. I held my breath, afraid that he would find something out just by looking at him.

When his eyes widened, I wanted to run for the hills. If he had somehow found out what had happened, I didn't know what I would do.

"Lip gloss," Blake muttered, so quietly that I barely heard him. I then quickly looked at Mr. Meyers and my eyes widened when I saw that his lips faintly had the trace of the lip gloss I was wearing on them. "Why is Leah's lip gloss on your lips?"

Because he's a cross dresser! He's preparing for his sex change! He's just liked wearing it! A million things went through my head, and I tried to pick one to say. Blake could not know the real reason why!

Mr. Meyers reached up, wiping my lip gloss off with the back of his hand. I looked back over at Blake to see that he was visibly angry, something I hadn't ever seen before. The only time he had gotten mad was when he had caught Derrick kissing me, but that had only lasted for a few moments and it wasn't nearly as bad as it was now.

"Blake!" I called out, clutching onto his arm and laughing nervously before he could take a step toward Mr. Meyers. "Let's go hang out like we planned to, okay?"

Blake frowned. "I thought you weren't feeling well."

"I... I feel much better now!" I nodded, even though I didn't know if that was the truth or not.

Blake turned back toward out teacher, who nodded at the boy beside me. "Blake."

Blake's eyebrows furrowed, and he didn't say a word. It felt like a confrontation between two teenage boys who were fighting over the same girl, not between a student and a teacher who... actually might have been fighting over the same girl.

I was breathing heavily by the time Mr. Meyers had stepped back into his classroom and shut the door. I really thought I was going to collapse. 

"Are you going to explain to me what happened and the real reason why you weren't in class today?" Blake now asked, removing his arm from my grasp and straightening himself up as he stared me down. His music was blasting, but for the first time ever, I totally tuned it out. "Because I know something is going on."

There was no way I was able to keep this from him after everything he had seen. Blake was a good friend of mine, and I knew he wouldn't go off and tell anyone what had happened if I told him not to.

So I told him everything that had happened. I told him how Mr. Meyers had marked all of my questions on the test wrong on purpose, and I told him how he had kissed me twice. I also informed him on how I had told the principal, who got lied to by Mr. Meyers.

Blake stared down at me for a few moments before he said, "I'll... I'll kill him."

"Blake," I whined, grabbing onto his arm to stop him from moving any closer to Mr. Meyers's classroom. "Just forget about it! I already told him that I don't like him that way. He only kissed me."

"But..." was all Blake could say. He sighed, removing his arm from my grasp again and turning to face me. "Who was your first kiss?"

I let out a sigh, ashamed of the answer. "Sean was my first kiss. I was eleven and he was twelve. He tricked me into doing it."

Blake looked relieved. I smiled at him, and now he smiled back at me. He hesitantly reached for my hand, only grabbing it when I reached back for his. I felt butterflies in my stomach. This was the person I wanted to kiss, not Mr. Meyers.

"Come on," Blake said, pulling me along down the hall.

"Where are we going?" I asked, following right after him without a second thought.

He didn't even look at me as he said, "My apartment."

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I take the opportunity to use Blake's full name as much as possible. I kind of absolutely love his name. Blake Solo. Blake Solo. Blake Solo. Yep, can't get enough of it.

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