4 Weeks Later

Jacks P.O.V

I don’t know how or why but somehow I have developed a stupid crush on Mr Gaskarth. I had his class next and I was dreading going in. My heart ached, my body ached. I wanted his touch, I wanted him. I think he knows and he seems to be enjoying watching me suffer.

“Good morning class!” he smiled brightly at us.

Everyone said their own quiet little good mornings and headed for their seats. I took out my music and waited for Alex to tell us to go get started on practical work. But instead he told the class that the other class was going to the library to study so he would like us to join them. I got up from my seat to make my way to the door when he grabbed my wrist and ordered me to shh. He got up from his desk and moved himself closer to me before shutting the door and coming back.

I wasn’t jealous before we met, now every girl I see is a potential threat

And I’m possessive it isn’t nice

You’ve heard me say that drinking is my only vice

It was like shooting a sitting duck, a little small talk a smile and baby I was stuck

I still don’t know what you’ve done with me a grown up man should never fall so easily

I feel a kind of fear when I don’t have you near

Unsatisfied

I skip my pride, I beg you dear.

The words he sang and His voice rung in my ears. I pushed him up against the wall with as much force

Don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me,

Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me

He ran his hands through my hair and started to move us in time with the rhythm of his voice

I’ve had a few little love affairs, they didn’t last very long

And they’ve been pretty scarce

I used to think that was sensible

It makes the truth even more incomprehensible


Don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me,

Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me


Don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me,

Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me

He sent his lips crashing onto mine and I just couldn’t control my emotions they were going wild. I had longed for his touch. His were soft and tasted of a sweet cherry. He let go but I wanted more. I pulled him back and kissed him with more passion and fire than his. He ran his hands up my shirt and began to explore my body. Things were getting heated but we were interrupted by the bell. The bell. We were still in school and we could get caught at any minute. The thought of it all gave me a thrill but I had to leave. I let him go lifting my bag and exciting the classroom.