"I wanted to. I promise." He glanced down at my lap.
                          
"Then I'm going to return the favor." I gasped as he moved my body so I was laying down on the bed, my head resting on the soft pillow. He was hoisted above me. My extremely sexy and naked English teacher was hovering above me. My bottom lip began to quiver in my nervousness. A smile tugged at his lips.
                          
"Scott?" My voice was high pitched. He watched my face as he pulled down the pajama bottoms I was wearing. He started kissing my chest, running his canine teeth against my collarbone with a little pressure. "Scott....Don't."
                          
"Why not?"
                          
"No one has ever...." I trailed off my sentence. That was actually really embarrassing to admit. No one ever thought about my pleasure. 
                          
"Then relax." I bit down on my bottom lip, closing my eyes as he made his way down my chest. I whimpered when he bit on my hips. I moaned loudly when it finally happened and one of Scott's hands went to cover my mouth. That didn't stop the small whines of pleasure to gain volume. "Mitch. You have to be quiet."
                          
"Mm-hmm." He expected me to be quiet? This had never happened to me before. It was like my first time. But when that happened I was crying and screaming for Chris to stop. Okay. Let's go with my first time actually enjoying sex. Which was....never. I don't think I have ever once enjoyed being with someone. I wonder if Scott will be my first.
                          
"You okay?" Scott came to hover above me once he had brought me to my edge. He licked his lips. How could he do all of this so effortlessly? I mean, putting it in my mouth and then just swallowing whatever came out. I don't know. It made me rub the wrong way. 
                          
"I'm perfect." I just realized that we are both naked. I felt a blush come to my cheeks. I moved forward to kiss him. I wonder if we could go as far as to take advantage of our lack of clothing. He pushed my chest so I was pinned back down on the bed.
                          
"Don't even think about it."
                          
"Oh come on." He wrapped the sheet around his waist before he walked to the bathroom. "We're halfway there."
                          
"And we will stay halfway there. This is not up for discussion." I pulled my pajama bottoms back on. Don't judge me for not wearing boxers when I sleep. It's more comfortable. He came out of the bathroom back in clothes. But no shirt. I was so glad that body was mine. That this man was mine and that he wanted me.
                          
"Why can't we? Why can't you prove that you feel something for me by doing this?"
                          
"Because. It shouldn't be sex that proves anything." My jaw clenched. 
                          
"Sex wouldn't be like any other person I've been with. It would be different with you. I would actually be sober and I would enjoy it. It would be different because we both have feelings for each other."
                          
"And what are those feelings?" I tried to keep it down. I had been denying it forever though.
                          
"I'm in love with you." I blurted. He had his back turned to me and I saw the muscles tense. 
                          
"Get out."
                          
"What?" I stood up from the bed.
                          
"Get out and go to your father's."
                          
"But I did yesterday." I kept rambling on. It made no sense at all what I was saying. I wanted to take those words back. I couldn't though. I meant them. I meant those words with every fiber in my being. I wanted to take it back so he didn't try to kick me out.
                          
"Just get the hell out of my house."
                          
"No! Scott!" He piled clothes into my hands before pushing me out the front door.
                          
"Take it back." I felt my tears pouring down my cheeks. 
                          
"I can't."
                          
"Then don't come back." He went to shut the door but I stuck my hand in the doorway. 
                          
"Why are you pushing me away?! I didn't do anything!" He came out of the house, grabbing my arm roughly.
                          
"You are my student. Not my lover."
                          
"I'm your boyfriend!"
                          
"We are not together." I shrugged out of his grip. 
                          
"Why are you doing this?!"
                          
"Don't come back." He slammed the front door shut. I felt so confused. What's with the sudden change? I was beyond pissed.
                          
"Wha...?" Jake opened the door. I had nowhere else to go. My dad was out of town with the rest of his household.
                          
"Can I stay here tonight?"
                          
"Yeah." It felt like my heart was being ripped apart. It was so painful.
                          
"Do you have anything? It just hurts right now." I saw the look of pity on his face.
                          
"Come here. I got this shit for free." He brought me up to his bedroom. He began heating something on a spoon, melting it with a lighter that had a flame forever high. He put a piece of ice and a filter in it. I sat down on the bed next to him.
                          
"What's it going to feel like? This is different then what you've had before."
                          
"It will feel cold at first then it will make the pain go away." He put an elastic band around my arm to cut off circulation.
                          
"Why are you being nice to me?"
                          
"You show up crying on my doorstep at five in the morning. You must be miserable." He started sucking the drugs up into the needle.
                          
"Y-yeah." I let out a loud sob. "I'm miserable. I told him I loved him and he rejected me."
                          
"That's why I turned to drugs. Rejection does crazy things." He put the needle to my arm but stopped before it pierced my skin. 
                          
"He dumped me." My heart was broken. I cringed as the needle pierce my skin. The last and first time I did heroine, it made me sick. He pushed all of the amber liquid into my body then took off the elastic. I fell back on the bed with a sigh. He was right about the sudden cold that coursed through my veins. It made me panic. I watched Jake do the same thing to himself. "I never wanted someone in my whole life." I mumbled groggily. 
                          
"You sound like an obsessed teenager."
                          
"Maybe it's what that is. Maybe I don't love him. Maybe I'm like how Travis feels about me. In love with the idea." I curled up to Jake's chest after he laid back down. "Thank you Jake. This helped." He moved away from me.
                          
"You don't want to have sex with me and this drug makes me very excitable. So don't touch me." I missed this feeling. Being as high as someone could fly. But it didn't fix the feeling of my heart breaking. It was like scotched tape trying to hold me together. The only question I could keep repeating was clouding my head.
                          
What did I do to deserve this rejection?