The tension grew tighter and tighter. If the tension was represented by a stretched rubber band, the rubber band would've already ripped. We both knew what might happen next if we continued this after school tutoring session but we ignored the possibilities. The door was locked because students always felt the need to barge in but neither of us wanted that today.
"Read me the equation," he spoke while pressing the digital pen to the smart board as I read the algebraic equation where I had to solve for both x and y. Once I read the equation, he wrote it on the board then turned to me.
"Answer it."
I would've answered it if I could but it was so hard to concentrate with the feeling I had been dealing with. I took the pen and slowly began writing on the board until once again getting caught off guard by the same intense sensation that had already been making it hard to concentrate in the first place.
"You're overthinking again, stop over thinking," he spoke quietly and looked at me which made me weaker.
"I can't help it," I whined softly but didn't realize it until noticing his eyebrow raise curiously.
"Go ahead and continue."
I pressed on and continued working on the problem but then stopped hesitantly.
"Stop doubting yourself. You're doing it correctly."
It was as if he could read right through me. I felt him staring at me as I struggled to remain my composure. Finally, I finished the problem after what seemed like forever.
"That's correct. See? You know how to do it, just stop second guessing. Anyway, I have to grab something from the printer. Go ahead and work on the next problem."
"Alright."
I walked to the back of the classroom moving all my things as well so that the room would look empty in case any staff or students tried to come in.
"I'll turn off the lights so they know I'm not in here."
I nodded in response and he left the room after turning the lights off. I immediately called my best friend and she answered as I did my work.
"Hello?"
"I don't know how much longer I can wait. He just left the room to get something from the printer."
"Slow down. Wait for what?"
"I got horny literally just being next to him. I don't know what to do."
"Just talk about things that will help you get your mind off of it."
"Like what?"
"If you laugh about something, it'll probably help you forget."
"Forget that I'm wet?"
"Unless you want to think about him grinding up into you and you ca--"
"Stooooop!"
Out of nowhere, the door began to unlock and I knew it was him.
"Gotta go." I whispered into the phone and immediately hung up while finishing the problem I was working on.
He walked back into the room then closed the door before going to his desk.
"Are you almost finished?" He asked putting papers down.
"I am finished." I responded a bit nervously wondering if he heard any of the conversation. He most likely didn't since I was quiet.
He walked over to the back where I was then hovered over me.
