No More Than A Student Counselor, chapter 2
-Mr. Pritchard's POV-
I see Jazmine run out and lean against the wall and slide down. "Mike what the fuck were you thinking? She's a student here," I mumble to myself. I can't believe I actually did that. I was married and had a daughter.
I place my arms on my knees and run my hand through my hair. I think about what just happened and realize I have to apologize to Jazmine. Most of me really liked it, but part me knew it was wrong. She's what, like 16. And here I am, 25 years old, married and with a kid, kissing a girl who's like 16. What the hell is wrong with me?
-My POV-
I was sitting on the front steps of the school and on the verge of crying. I'm so scared about what had just happened. I mean, Mr. Pritchard is so incredible hot but he's my school counselor. I wouldn't have minded if he was like a friend of the family or something, but a school counselor...that's just scary.
I get up when I hear the last bell ring. I begin to walk home and think about what happened between me and Mr. Pritchard. I kicked a rock all the way home and never looked up when people were saying, 'Hey' and, 'Did you get in trouble with douchebag Barlow?' I just shook my head and continued walking.
About 20 minutes later I turned on my street. I sighed and looked up when I was about a foot from my house. I walk in and throw my bag on the floor near the door. I go upstairs and go in the guest room. I plop on the bed and begin to cry. As I thought about what happened more and more I got really tired and fell asleep.
-The next day. Still my POV-
I decided not to go to Zac's house because I know he'll start throwing all these questions out at me. Around 8:30 I head to school. I took the long way which if I walked fast enough I would make it by 8:50.
I got there and went in. I went to my locker and grabbed my iPod and put it in my hoodie pocket and walk back outside. I sit on the steps and turn on my iPod. I lay my head against the wall I was leaning against and close my eyes.
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About 10 minutes later I hear the warning bell sound and I sigh and sit there. I didn't want to walk in because I didn't want to run into Mr. Pritchard. I decided to go in anyway. I mean, if my mom found out I didn't go to class, she'd have my head hanging over the mantle.
I stand up and head back inside. I walk into the office and ask to see Mr. Pritchard. I walk in his office and see him on the floor and his face buried in his arms. I knocked lightly on the door and he looked up. He looked like he was crying a little bit. I dropped my bag and walked over to him. I kneeled down and wrapped my arms around him. "You confused too?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm very confused. I am so sorry about yesterday. I let my emotions get control over me," he said as I sat next to him.
We sat there talking away about what happened. We never made eye contact while we were talking.
"I didn't go home at all yesterday after you left. I was afraid that I would freak and tell my wife what happened."
"I went home and I cried myself to sleep. I was so confused and scared in ways I can never explain."
"You too?" he asked as he turned toward me and smiling.
"Yeah."
I turned toward him and smiled back at him. We sat there staring at each other. He then stood up and closed the blinds and pulled the curtains over them. He locked the door and turned off the light. He then sat back down across me. He stood up on his knees and then helped me to mine. He placed his hands on my face and kissed me again. He then pushed against me hard enough to fall on my back. He placed both his hands on the floor and began to kiss me just as passionately as yesterday.
As we were making out on his office floor, we both hear a key slide into the door. We looked at each other hesitantly and I grab my bag and hide under his desk. Luckily, it was big enough for me to sit there with my bag. He opens the curtains and the blinds and turns the lights back on quickly. 'Man he's fast, I think to myself. He straightens his hair and sits at his desk. He begins writing something. He then hands whatever he was writing to me.
Be very very quiet and everything will be fine.
I look up at him and nod. I just hope to god that no one finds out what just happened. Please, let it be another student or a teacher and not my mom. That's the last thing I need, Mr. Pritchard being fired. I breathe softly and close my eyes. Afraid of who was on the other side of the door.
I see Jazmine run out and lean against the wall and slide down. "Mike what the fuck were you thinking? She's a student here," I mumble to myself. I can't believe I actually did that. I was married and had a daughter.
I place my arms on my knees and run my hand through my hair. I think about what just happened and realize I have to apologize to Jazmine. Most of me really liked it, but part me knew it was wrong. She's what, like 16. And here I am, 25 years old, married and with a kid, kissing a girl who's like 16. What the hell is wrong with me?
-My POV-
I was sitting on the front steps of the school and on the verge of crying. I'm so scared about what had just happened. I mean, Mr. Pritchard is so incredible hot but he's my school counselor. I wouldn't have minded if he was like a friend of the family or something, but a school counselor...that's just scary.
I get up when I hear the last bell ring. I begin to walk home and think about what happened between me and Mr. Pritchard. I kicked a rock all the way home and never looked up when people were saying, 'Hey' and, 'Did you get in trouble with douchebag Barlow?' I just shook my head and continued walking.
About 20 minutes later I turned on my street. I sighed and looked up when I was about a foot from my house. I walk in and throw my bag on the floor near the door. I go upstairs and go in the guest room. I plop on the bed and begin to cry. As I thought about what happened more and more I got really tired and fell asleep.
-The next day. Still my POV-
I decided not to go to Zac's house because I know he'll start throwing all these questions out at me. Around 8:30 I head to school. I took the long way which if I walked fast enough I would make it by 8:50.
I got there and went in. I went to my locker and grabbed my iPod and put it in my hoodie pocket and walk back outside. I sit on the steps and turn on my iPod. I lay my head against the wall I was leaning against and close my eyes.
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About 10 minutes later I hear the warning bell sound and I sigh and sit there. I didn't want to walk in because I didn't want to run into Mr. Pritchard. I decided to go in anyway. I mean, if my mom found out I didn't go to class, she'd have my head hanging over the mantle.
I stand up and head back inside. I walk into the office and ask to see Mr. Pritchard. I walk in his office and see him on the floor and his face buried in his arms. I knocked lightly on the door and he looked up. He looked like he was crying a little bit. I dropped my bag and walked over to him. I kneeled down and wrapped my arms around him. "You confused too?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm very confused. I am so sorry about yesterday. I let my emotions get control over me," he said as I sat next to him.
We sat there talking away about what happened. We never made eye contact while we were talking.
"I didn't go home at all yesterday after you left. I was afraid that I would freak and tell my wife what happened."
"I went home and I cried myself to sleep. I was so confused and scared in ways I can never explain."
"You too?" he asked as he turned toward me and smiling.
"Yeah."
I turned toward him and smiled back at him. We sat there staring at each other. He then stood up and closed the blinds and pulled the curtains over them. He locked the door and turned off the light. He then sat back down across me. He stood up on his knees and then helped me to mine. He placed his hands on my face and kissed me again. He then pushed against me hard enough to fall on my back. He placed both his hands on the floor and began to kiss me just as passionately as yesterday.
As we were making out on his office floor, we both hear a key slide into the door. We looked at each other hesitantly and I grab my bag and hide under his desk. Luckily, it was big enough for me to sit there with my bag. He opens the curtains and the blinds and turns the lights back on quickly. 'Man he's fast, I think to myself. He straightens his hair and sits at his desk. He begins writing something. He then hands whatever he was writing to me.
Be very very quiet and everything will be fine.
I look up at him and nod. I just hope to god that no one finds out what just happened. Please, let it be another student or a teacher and not my mom. That's the last thing I need, Mr. Pritchard being fired. I breathe softly and close my eyes. Afraid of who was on the other side of the door.
