Teacher Teacher!

And on to Chapter Five! I hope you've enjoyed the story so far!


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As the months rolled past, and the first semester concluded, she barely passed History. The rest of her classes she wasn't doing so bad in, so her mother
gave her a small break. "Focus harder! Get a tutor! I'm sure Amy would be glad to help you!" Her mother suggested the Saturday morning after report
cards came out, but Serena knew why she wasn't doing so well.

She sat at the counter, poking the breakfast her mother had given her. "Mom, that's not necessary..." She tried. But how was she going to explain that?
'"I just have a raging need to fuck my teacher every time I see him!" Sure, that'll go over well.' She thought. "Well, maybe Amy isn't such a bad
idea..." She conceded. She knew her mother would never give up the subject until she gave in.

"Well, what are you waiting for?!" Her mother scolded. "Now is as good of a time as any! Hop to it! Give her a call!" She pushed the phone on the counter
towards Serena. "And eat your breakfast! There are some children who don't have a mother as good as me to cook for them." She winked, and smiled at her.

"Yeah yeah!" Serena playfully rolled her eyes and picked up the phone. She dialed Amy and waited. She hoped she wouldn't answer. She really didn't want to
think about school today.

"Hello?" To no such luck, Amy did answer.

"Hi Amy, its me." Serena began.

"Oh. Good morning! How's it going?" Amy was a morning person and sounded as though she'd been awake for hours. It was only 9:30.

"Alright I guess. Hey, so, you know how report cards came out yesterday and all?" She asked. Of course Amy knew, and this intro was all too familiar to her.

"What did you fail?" Amy asked, flatly.

"What?! Nothing!" She answered defensively. "...Mostly."

"Mostly?" Amy was skeptical. "What does that mean?"

"It means "mostly!" like somewhat, but not all the way! ...Like a D?" She concluded and could almost feel Amy rolling her eyes. "So, when do you want to
start studying?" Amy suggested.

"Oh Amy you're such a good friend! Whenever you want! I'm ready!" She said eagerly.

"Ok, well how about right now? I'm not doing anything. We could meet somewhere, if you like." Amy offered.

"Right now? Like... today? Really? Its Saturday!" Serena protested, and immediately received a mighty jab in the side from her mother, who then scolded her
with her eyes.

"No time like the present!" Amy said. "Besides, the weather is very nice today. Its very crisp outside!" She loved autumn.

"Alright, alright..." Serena gave in. "Let's go to the park, ok? I have to still get dressed and stuff, so how about I meed you there at eleven?"

"Good. Don't forget your supplies." Amy ended, knowing Serena all too well.

"Alright. Bye."

"Bye!"

After she hung up with Amy, she turned back to her mother. "We're meeting at the park at eleven, so I'm going to get ready." Her mother smiled. "Thank you
dear. I know you can do well if you just apply yourself! You're already doing so much better this year than last!"

Serena nodded and forced a smile. School work was the last thing she wanted to do on a Saturday. But, since this wasn't usually a rough subject for her,
she hoped Amy teaching it would sink in faster, so she wouldn't be there too long.

Serena wasn't as big of a fan of the colder months as Amy was, but she did enjoy watching the trees turn, and the holidays to follow. After she was dressed,
she gathered her things and headed for the door. "Have fun dear!" She mother shouted after her. Serena smiled back. "Yeah, sure sure." She giggled as she
left the house.

The sudden rush of cold air made her gasp. It filled her lungs and chilled her a little from the inside. 'Maybe the park isn't such a good idea.' She thought.
This temperature was right up Amy's ally, but a little to cold for herself. 'Hopefully we can just study at her house.' She turned in the direction of the park
she and her friends frequented and started her walk at a brisk pace. Hopefully that would warm her.

The minutes marched on as she continued her walk. The way to the park was similar to her way to school. The deviation to it was a road to the left just after
Rosewater Apartments. She stopped for a moment to admire its beauty. She never really had time to before.

A familiar voice rang out from beside her and made her jump. "See something you like, klutzo?" She turned her head to find none other than the object of her
fantasies himself. "Oh. Hi, Mr. Baka." She tried her hardest to make her voice sound bored with his presence, but it came out panicked and shrill. She had
hoped over time her feelings for him would dissipate, but no such luck. Every time she saw him she turned into a wreck. That was why she was nearly failing
History. The sight of him reduced her to a blithering idiot.

"Yikes. I didn't mean to scare you." He started to walk past, but hesitated. "Where are you off to?"

"Oh. I'm headed to the park... to study." She gripped onto the fence in front of her encasing the apartments. 'Just leave. Just leave! You ruin me for school!
Don't ruin me for studying too!' She silently begged.

"History, I hope." He added, smugly. She could feel him smirking at her back. "Yes." Was all she replied.

He started to walk away. With each receding footstep, she grew a little easier. She finally let her breath escape.

He suddenly stopped and turn back to her. "You know, if you need some help, I'd be glad to." If she weren't so distracted, she may have detected his uneasiness.

'Oh my god! This isn't happening!!!' Part of her brain screamed. The other part of it told her this may be her chance. 'If I even HAVE a chance at all...' It
reasoned back. Her brain was fighting with itself. 'I really am going crazy.'

Her lack of response unhinged him a little. "I mean, you don't have to. I just thought that it would be-" "Ok!" She spun around suddenly and interrupted him.

"Yikes. Do you drink coffee on the weekends or something?" He was honestly wondering.

Her heat for him dimmed, and her expression went a little flat. 'He's so hot... and then he has to open that mouth.'

"You don't really talk to me for weeks, then you offer to help me. THEN you insult me. I don't understand you." She said a little more candidly than she intended.

He chuckled as if at a joke only he knew of. "You have no idea." He shook his head. "Well, if you were going to study anyway, you can just do it with me."
He grew instantly uncomfortable at his phrasing of choice. "I mean, you know... Well what were you going to do now? Besides go to the park?"

'Stand up Amy.' Her mind joked. "Nothing." 'She's going to be so pissed...'

"Ok. Well," His eyes flicked over to the apartments she had just been looking at, as if he were thinking something over. He shook his head again.

"Library?" He concluded.

"Warmer. Much warmer." She agreed. "Lead the way."

The path to the library was quite a bit different. It was almost all the way back the way she came. It was down the first left turn past her house on the
way she took to school. Walking with him the way they did that first night brought back memories of the first time she gave into her temptation for him.

She blushed furiously. That was the first of many nights. He had, since then, became the only thing she thought about in that capacity.

Their walk was nearly silent. She had made it a point to see him as little as possible outside of school and he had noticed. Andrew had even commented on it,
wondering if Darien had really done anything at all to make up for how he treated her that night in the past.

"Hey, have you been avoiding me?" The question flew out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"I see you every day." Her non-answer irritated him.

"I know. I mean otherwise. Like at the Crown, on the street, in the hallways." He shoved his hands in his pockets. 'Why the hell am I elaborating on this?!'
He screamed at himself. 'Just drop it! Good god! Next thing you know, I'll be telling her I've missed her.'

He had long since conceded to the fact that he wanted her. It wasn't just her looks, like it had been the first time he'd seen her. It was her fire, and her
kindness. He had watched her with her friends. She would do anything for them. He had always wanted to be that kind of person. 'Like her, like Andy, like
anyone else but me.' He had kicked himself. When had he become so insecure?

When they finally made it to the Library, Serena's conscience got the best of her. "Hey, I need to call my mom real quick and tell her where I am."

He simply nodded and found a table to sit and wait for her at.

While Serena went to the librarian's desk, Darien sat and thought about exactly what it was he was doing.

'This is wrong. This is so, so very wrong!' He scolded himself. 'I shouldn't be here! Oh my god...' He leaned his head down on the desk.

"I'm so fucking sick..." He muttered.

A light touch on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts. "Are you alright?"

It was Serena with a very concerned expression on her face.

He had the sudden impulse to gather her up and kiss her breathless. Quickly shaking it away, he managed to work out a few words. "Yeah. I'm ok." He sat up
and motioned to the chair across the table from him. "Have a seat."

She sat, and grabbed her school book out of her bag. "Ok... well where should we start?" She looked at the book strangely.

"Jeez, klutzo, I would think you've never seen a school book before, the way you're looking at it." He chuckled at her.

She blushed. "Its not that... I just... well I... oh never mind!" Her anger got the better of her. "If you're just going to make fun of me then I'll just
go study with Ami!" She stood up angrily and snatched the book off the table. She started to shove it back in her bag.

Darien panicked a little. "I was just kidding!" He stood up after her and grabbed her wrist gently.

The contact made them both blush and pull away.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to observe the tension between them.

She felt suddenly empowered by it. Empowered, and bold. She asked the question she'd been dying to ask since that first night when he pressed himself up
against her back.

The memory of it made her hot all over again. "Do you like me, or hate me?"

He sat back down and just looked at her for a minute. "Why?"

"Don't answer a question with a question." She looked at her bag, unable to meet is gaze. She still felt his eyes on her.

"You shouldn't ask questions like that." He quipped.

"Well, which is it? Because I'm confused." She sat again, still not really looking back at him, but listening carefully. "Its not a hard question, you know."

"Yes it is." He leaned back in his chair, absorbing what was going on. He knew what she was asking. He knew what the real question was.

"How so?" She glanced over at him, suddenly feeling very exposed by his stare. She pulled her bag in towards herself and held it against her chest tightly.

"If I hated you, would I be here right now?"

"If you liked me, wouldn't you answer my question?"

"You shouldn't answer a question with a question." He grinned as he turned her logic back on her.

"But you just did it again!" She crinkled her brow and snipped at him. "You're aggravating!"

"What is it you really want to know?" He knew, but for some reason, he wanted to hear her actually ask it. It was wrong, and he knew that too, but something
about the whole situation seemed so forbiddingly right that he just couldn't help himself.

It was one thing to ask veiled questions. She was ok with that. But she couldn't just shout it out in the middle of the library. 'Oh, well I just want to know,
do you want me as much as I want you to want me?' She couldn't bring herself to that level of boldness.

"Ok, Well, this little mindfuck session has been nothing but frustrating. And I'm no closer to passing History than I was this morning. Bye." She stood up and
headed towards the door.

He got up and followed. "Wait. Why are you running away from me? Because I didn't tell you what you wanted to hear?" He was mad at her abandonment of
the situation and mad at himself for not being the first one to abandon it.

She continued on out the door and started down the sidewalk towards the park where she had abandoned Ami. She doubted she would still be there, but she had to
get away. 'He doesn't want me.' He chided herself. 'He couldn't. He doesn't. Its all in my head.' She felt tears well up at her perceived foolishness.

He was still following a bit behind her, though he didn't know why. 'I should just let her walk away. I should just let her think what she wants and leave her
alone.' He told himself, but his feet still kept following her, step by step.

He had a feeling things were spinning beyond his control. It terrified and excited him. He wasn't typically the kind of person who liked being out of control of
a situation, but with her, something in him just wanted to let go.

'That's probably not a good thing.' He thought as he followed her.

She turned the corner back out to her main path she took everyday. She didn't know if he was still behind her, but she didn't want to. She just kept walking as if
her speed would somehow save her from embarrassment.

They continued this most of the way back to where they met each other earlier. She stopped at the fence to the apartment building she had been admiring and hopped
up as she had been before, pressed against it, staring at the beautiful building.

He had allowed some distance between them, thinking maybe that would allow for some rational thought in his brain. He saw her back where she was earlier and bad
thoughts started through his head all over again.

He walked slower now, reasonably sure she wasn't going to hop down and run away again. She seemed rooted to that spot, for now. He quieted his steps as he
approached her.

She glanced back when she heard him. "What do you want?" She faced the building again.

He stopped next to her, and leaned back against the fence, facing the opposite way. "I don't know. What do you want?"

"'I don't know.' Is not an answer." She snipped.

"well, neither is ''I don't know.' Is not an answer.'" He teased her.

"Why can't you just give me an honest answer?!" She scolded him. "Is it really so hard?"

"It depends on the question." He shrugged.

She felt tears stinging her eyes again. "I don't understand you."

He heard the strain in her voice and looked over to her. Her eyes were watering and she was stairing at the building as if she were trying to see through it. As
if she were afraid to look at him. It made him hurt inside.

"Don't. Please don't." He turned to her, silently begging her to do the same.

"Don't what? Get upset? I'm sorry. That's what happens when I get confused and angry." She gripped onto the fence tighter.

"Ask me anything, if it will make you feel better. I'll try and be as honest as I can." He tried not to betray how disarmed she was leaving him with simply the threat
of tears.

"I can't." She tried not to choke on her words.

"Why?" He wanted to beg her to ask, and to beg her not to. The impulse that was telling him this was wrong had started to fade.

"Because." She sniffled. "I'm afraid of what you'll say to me."

"I am too." He turned around and climbed up on the fence ledge next to her.

She took a deep breath, as if she were preparing to speak, but nothing came. She just shivered, and he sighed.

"You should go home." The temperature had dropped so that he could nearly see his breath.

She quickly turned her head to him, trying to hide a hurt expression, as if he'd stung her.

"I'm not asking you to leave." He tried not to grin at her obvious disapproval of parting ways. "I just don't want you to be cold."

"I should. I don't know what to say anymore. We're just going to be left standing here in silence. Freezing." She shivered again, turning her attention back to the
building.

He shook his head in disapproval at what he was about to say, but did it anyway. "Its a good day for hot tea." He began.

She shrugged. "I don't really like tea."

"Wow. Ok... um, well-" He tried to recover.

"What do you like, Darien?" The seriousness of her question wasn't lost on him, but he was done with subtlety.

"All kinds of things." He smirked.

"You said you'd answer me." She reminded.

"I said I'd try. And I did. I do like lots of things." He smiled at her agitation. "I like tea, I like reading, and I like irritating you, to name a few."

Her brow furrowed. "Why do you like to irritate me?!"

He turned his body towards her, still leaning on the fence. "You make that face."

"What face?!" She turned her face towards him, scrunching her nose and glaring.

"That face." He pointed to her nose. "Its cute."

She blushed and looked away. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" The feeling of 'this is wrong' suddenly came back with a vengeance. He knew where this was going if they kept on. It was already difficult to fight the
impulse to pull her up against him and hold her.

"Say things like that. Why do you say things like that to me?" She shivered again.

"Would you rather I say you're ugly?" He joked.

"That would make it easier." She admitted.

"Easier for what?" He probed. He was his own worst enemy.

She took at deep breath again and sighed. "It would make it easier not to want you." She gripped the fence bars hard, completely terrified of what he would say next.

He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. So he stood there, facing her, watching her. She grew uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Good god, say something!" She clenched her eyes shut, wallowing in the self deprecation going through her mind.

"What do you want me to say?" He finally worked out.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I don't know."

"Yes you do." He reasoned.

"What do you want to say?" She nearly whispered, still watching the building in front of them.

"What I want to say..." It was his turn to sigh. He knew he had to at least try to stop this. "Serena..."

'Oh god. He's going to "let me down easy." Oh god! I'm such an idiot!' She yelled at herself as she screwed up her face again, waiting for him to deliver the final
blow to her self-esteem.

"'What I want to say' isn't so easy." He started, watching her inner anguish unfold before him. He tried not to smile, and had to fight the urge to kiss her again.

"Just be honest, for the love of god... put me out of my misery..." She begged.

He reached over and turned her towards him, leaning into her. She couldn't bear to open her eyes yet, so she leaned into him as well.

He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, reveling in the closeness. "This is as close as I can get to you... its not ok for me to want you,
Serena..." He whispered.

His breath on her face was warm and nice. She couldn't help herself. "Kiss me?" She asked, barely above a whispered and he let go a small, pained sigh.

"I can't. I can't, Serena. Its dangerous enough just being seen with you... if anyone were to catch us... I can't tell you all the bad things that would happen." He
tightened his hold on her. His whole body was betraying him.

Just knowing he wanted her back let a huge weight off of her. Her need to hide everything was dissipating. "You're why I nearly failed your class, you know." She tried
to move in closer to him. "I can't think with you around."

He smiled. "Ditto." He started to release his grip on her, and she whimpered. "You need to go home. I'm not going to be able to let you go if you stay much longer." He
said, honestly.

"Then keep me." She moved back closer to him.

He could feel there was no innocence in that statement. She knew what she was saying.

"Serena... god... this is so incredibly wrong!" He moved away from her so suddenly she nearly fell. She felt instantly frozen from the loss of him.

He jumped down off the fence ledge and took her hands in his, helping her down. "You have to go. Now." He pleaded.

"But I-" She started, looking hurt. Her eyes started to water again, and somewhere in his mind he wondered if she could cry on command.

He couldn't help himself. He quickly pulled her against him one more time, and held her tightly.

He put his lips to her ear and whispered. "One of us has to go. I'll see you later."

He pulled away from her and turned to go, suddenly unsure if he could will his legs to move. 'Right. Left. Right. Left. Just go. Walk. Anywhere. Move!'

She stood there, shivering, watching him go, still absorbing what just happened.

She couldn't tell anyone, he'd made that clear. She knew he was right about "all the bad things that would happen" if anyone found out. She couldn't even tell her
friends about this one. She didn't know what to do, so she did what was familiar. She turned to go home.

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Eve