He may be my teacher but.... Part 3
***** NO SMUT BUT STAY TUNED FOR PART 4*****
I sat up straight and jumped off his desk.“oh my god” I said realizing what I just did. “Y/n are you okay?” Mr.Malik said with concerned look. I didn’t answer his question. I was too busy, quickly, collecting my things. murmured multiple “oh my god”’s under yay breath. Guilt was set at the pit of my stomach. My teacher just fingered me and that was not okay. I knew he could get in serious trouble for this, and I probably would’ve got called a hoe, a slut, I would’ve been called so much names if anyone found out. Right now, I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. “Y/n?” Mr.Malik called my name as he touched my arm. “Don’t touch me” I pulled my arm away then put on my shirt. You were about to head to the door but Mr.Malik got in front of you. You went left to go around him. You left his class room and headed for your car and went home.
“Shit” I said nude my breath as she left. I just fingered my student. What’s going through her mind right now? Does she feel violated? FUCK! what if she presses charges? I need to talk to her. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Think, Zayn, think.“ As those thoughts consumed my brain, I paced around the room. "What can I do?” I thought but then a light bulb came off. “I am her teacher. I can get her to Saturday school. Detention. I can talk to her then.” I went to my desk and sent an email to he mother. I wen to her file and got Her mother’s email and number. I began to right an email. “Good evening Mrs.Y/L/N,
I am writing to you to fill you in on your daughters behavior this afternoon. Your daughter, y/n, had elbowed me in the face and caused my nose to bleed. When she did it, she ran out of the room snickering, leading me to assume that she did it in purpose. That type of behavior is prohibited in this school. The fact that she didn’t cone back and apologized , showed me that she did it on purpose. She caused my nose to bleed and for it to bruise. For her consequence of this action, she will be attend Saturday Detention. Please tell her this and I would like an apology from her please. She used violence which is a bad thing at this school. Thank you for understanding. If you want to talk about her actions today you may email me or call me at (000) 000-0000. Thank you.
As soon as I finished I pressed send. I felt bad for lying on her, but it’s the only way I can talk to her. I can’t believe I let this happen. Seeing her everyday just adds more attraction towards her. She’s perfect. I know it’s wrong but damn, she’s just so beautiful. I gather my things and put back on my shirt. I walk out of my classroom, locking the door and having my phone in my hand, waiting for a reply.
“Y/N Y/Middle/N Y/last/N !” You heard your mother yell as you close the house door behind you. “Yes, mom” You say to her. “WHY IS YOUR TECAHER EMAILING TELLING ME THA YOU ELBOWED HIM IN HE NOSE, MADE IS NOSE BLEED AND RAN AWAY LAUGHING AT HIM?!?!” She yelled at me even louder. As soon as those words left her mouth, My heart dropped. “What? No, I didn’t laugh at him. I stayed back and helped him. I did apologize ” I stated back her. “Then why would he email me that you did the EXACT OPPOSITE!” She yelled once again. “I-I-I honestly don’t know ” I replied. “Seriously y/n, not only are you lying to me, but you HURT your teacher. Intentionally!”
“ No mom, I promise I didn’t ”
“Fine. Let’s call him and figure out what really happened.” My mom went to get her phone and then dialed his number. “What the hell is Mr. Malik planning? Wtf, is he mad that I left him?” You thought. You watched your mom as she put her phone to her ear. “Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Malik” she says then puts her phone on the table and on speaker. “ Yes, this is he. How may I help you?”
“I am y/n’s mother. You emailed me regarding to y/n intentionally hurting you. ”
“Yes I did, and you may know, I expect her at Saturday Detention.”
“Yes, see but the thing is that she is telling me that she didn’t hurt you, intentionally. In fact, she stayed behind and helped you. Can you please restate the situation to me please?”
You leaned in and listened intently.
“When the bell rung the class was leaving, she passed by me and brought her elbow back high enough to hit my nose and she did hit it hard. I knew she felt the contact because her arm bare . Also, she did not stay back and help me. She ran off, snickering. If she did stay back to help me, I would be extremely gracious and there would be no purpose for me to email you and assign her it go to Saturday Detention.”
“What the hell?!? It was an accident and I did stay back and help you!”
You shouted without even thinking.
“Y/N!” Your mom said loudly for you to behave.
“If that was so, then why am I assigning you detention? If it WAS an accident , as you say.”
Mr.Malik questions you. Your mom looks at you, waiting for you to answer. “UGGGH” you grunt and run to your room. When you got in your room you fell straight on your bed, face first. “Why is this happening to me?” You said to yourself. “Why would he give me detention? I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong, and I doubt it has to do with what we did. ” you thought to yourself. You decided to just go to bed. Saturday Detention is held 8 in the morning. Its usually held in the library. At least Mr.Malik wasn’t going to be there. Hopefully.
You woke up at 7:30 to get ready for detention. Actually, your mother yelled at you to wake up. After you got dressed in khaki short shorts and a pullover, you put your hair into a pony tail and made your way downstairs to the kitchen. You grabbed a banana and apple juice box and walked outside your house. You entered your car and drove to your school. Once you arrived, you got down from your car and headed towards the school. You walked to the library and the entrance doors were locked. You raised an eyebrow, that was odd. “Oh y/n!” You heard a voice come form behind you. You turned around and saw Mr.Malik with a box in his hand. “I thought detention was held in the library?” You asked him. “ no, your detention is help in my class” he said. “ your detention, what did he mean by that” you thought to yourself. “Follow me” he instructed you. You followed him to his classroom, once you were inside. You just stood there by the door as Mr.Malik put his stuff on the desk. “Take a seat” he said. You did as you were instructed. “Now, you are probably wondering why I lied to your mom and why I assigned you detention.” He said in a low voice. You nodded at him. “I just needed to talk to you. I am also terribly sorry if I caused you to be in any trouble with your parents. ” he said. You scoffed at him. “You gave me detention because you need to talk to me… really? This couldn’t wait until school ” you said to him with a anger and a hint of disapproval in your voice. “Well, I didn’t know what you were gunna do after…after.. we did that…thing. I didn’t know if you were gunna tell, or if your were gunna-” you cut him off. “Mr.Malik. I was just apart of our…. altercation as you were. I wouldn’t have told on you.” You said to him reassuringly. “See… how was I supposed to know that?” He questioned. You nodded at him. You were beginning to understand his worry. You stayed silent. “ I was just really worried. I didn’t know what you would do, what action you would take. I didn’t even know how you felt…” Mr.Malik stood up and ran his fingers through his hair and started to slowly pace in the front of the room. “Goodness, I just didn’t know what to do.” He finished his statement. Mr.Malik was in a vulnerable state right now. You felt bad. You felt as if you shouldn’t have ran out like that. “I’m sorry Mr.Malik, I shouldn’t have ran out like that… I should have been calm about the situation instead of worrying you.” You told him. Mr.Malik sat down on the table near his desk. “How did you feel?”
“After… ya’ know. When you ran out.”
“I, um… Well, I felt regret and… wrong but a little right at the same time.”
Mr.Malik nodded then there was a long silence. You stood up and walked towards him then you sat right beside him in the table.
“How about you?” You asked
“What do you mean?” he replied
“Oh I was just worried and anxious.”
“Oh, yeah.” You realized he already told you. The room was once again silent. “Oh!” Mr.Malik said. “I have something for you.” He said as he rose and went to get his bag. You rose an eyebrow at him. “Well, more of something that belongs to you.” He said as he came back with it on his lap. He looked through it then he pulled out a black cloth with white lettering on them. “Shit!” You said once you realized it was your panties. You covered your face with your hands to hide from embarrassment. “I guess, you kinda forgot ‘em when you were rushing.” Mr.Malik said. You removed your hands and saw a smile on his face. He looked as if he was about to laugh. You grabbed them from his hands. “Not funny” you pouted. “ I’m not laughing” he said with a wide grin. You rolled your eyes at him. “Ya know, y/n. I know it’s wrong. Oh so, wrong but… I…” he trailed off. “Never mind, forget it. You can leave now, if you want.” He said. He suddenly became a little saddened. You knew what he was going to say but you brushed it off your shoulders because you knew it was wrong too. You went to go get your bag from your previous seat. As you were about to open the door to leave, Mr. Malik suddenly shut it with his hand. You turned to face him. He had one hand above your head on the door and the other on the wall beside the door. He was leaned towards you, his face was extremely close to yours. You heart beat quickened. You knew what was about to happen and you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. “I can’t just let you go not yet.” Here we go again.