Teach me, daddy

Chapter 7 - Chasing him

Chapter 7 - Chasing him

Maria’s POV:

It was 3:55 and I was running because I realized that the school gates were 10 minutes far from the buildings. It was extremely humid, the sun was shining right in front of my face and I was sweating. I ran so I could reach there on time and meet him.

Once I reached the school gates, I looked around for the headmaster. There were a dozen cars here and then I finally found him, he was talking to another man who seemed like a driver.

“Wait!” I shouted as I noticed him almost entering his car. Mr. Black stopped and turned around. He was rather surprised to see me here.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned as I stopped in front of him. I placed my hands on my knees and took a long breath before standing back up straight.

“I wanted to talk to you,” I said out of breath. “About something,” I added.

“Come tomorrow to my office, right now go back to your dorm.” He ordered.

“But I need that paper-slip whatever and I don’t have that,” I said with a pout.

“Come at 10 AM and don’t worry about the slip. Right now, go back and continue with whatever you were doing.” He ordered.

“Okay, bye!” I exclaimed before walking back on the grass to the buildings.

10 AM

I am going to see him again. I don’t know why my heart was beating rapidly after seeing him. I don’t know why I was so eager to see him tomorrow.

Instead of watching movies with the girls, I went back to my room and slept. I needed to be awake early tomorrow morning and I had to get ready too. If I watched the movie with them, then I’d sleep by 3 AM and wake up by 12 and miss my chance to see the headmaster again.

Why was he affecting me so much?

I literally just met him twice in my entire life.

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The next morning arrived quicker then I expected. The weather was cloudy and the entire block was silent, everyone was sleeping and only I was awake. It was Sunday, holiday again. I took a warm shower and got ready. I wore a sleeveless pink dress with a cute black bow on the waist. I paired it with thigh high white socks and white boots.

I hadn’t gotten this ready for anyone in my entire existence, not even on my mother’s second wedding.

After getting ready, I grabbed my phone and walked out. Without making any noise, I went down and exited the building. It was going to be 10 in just a few minutes.

I was jumping with excitement and joy. It was uncontrollable for some reason. I stepped inside the other building and without anyone noticing me, I ran inside the elevators. I didn’t want that lady to stop me again and question me.

The elevator went all the way up and then stopped on the last floor. I walked out and the guard allowed me without saying anything. Wow!

The reception lady looked up at me and asked, “What trouble have you caused now?”

“Nothing, I just came to talk to the headmaster,” I replied.

“Oh, that doesn’t happen often but let me give a call to Mr. Black.” The lady said. She picked up the telephone and pressed the first digit.

“Yes, Mr. Black, Maria Cleo is here, do you want me to send her in?” The receptionist asked.

She then nodded her head and closed the call.

“Go ahead,”

I straight my cloth and puffed out a large breath before stepping inside his office. The headmaster was there standing in front of the window with his hands folded across his chest. When he heard me step in, he turned around.

He looked the same as the last time but I never realized how handsome he was for his age.

“Sit,” He ordered in a low tone. His voice was dominating and my legs gave up by itself and I sat down.

He came in front of me and sat above his desk. The seats were right in front of the desk, they were made out of soft leather and then I could spin on them as well but I didn’t try.

“Yes, what did you want to talk about?” He asked.

“Two things,” I raised my two fingers up. “First, I hate my math teacher and I want to drop math.” I instantly blurted out without realizing what tone I was using.

“Why?” The headmaster asked.

Oh, I could rant about this forever. “I don’t know, I don’t like the math teacher, since day one she is I don’t know maybe jealous of me and she always tries to create problems and arguments. And then after that, she always punishes me in some way. To other students, she doesn’t but I think she has some grudge against me. I like math but I don’t like that teacher,” I explained myself with the help of some unnecessary hand movements as well.

“I’ll speak to her, what’s the other problem?” The headmaster replied quickly. I expected him to give me a lecture about how I shouldn’t disrespect my teachers or something but he went on my side totally without providing any evidence too! What a win!

But the second problem.

“That,” I gulped. “I don’t know if it’s right or wrong to do this or tell you this but ever since Thursday like I have this feeling for you that I can’t understand or describe. I just can’t stop thinking of that day,” I ended of nervously. My words came out of my mouth broken and scrambled. I was trying to hold myself very tightly. I don’t know. My stomach was feeling different and it felt like my heart was on the hem of my throat.

The headmaster got up, he leaned down and placed his hand beside my head before staring right through me. I moved a bit back because his face was way too close to mine and that was making me nervous.

“Do I arouse you, little girl?” He asked. I looked to the other side and I shook my head immediately.

“No, no,” I repeated. Meanwhile, I felt completely different in between my legs. Okay, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I looked downside to my fingers. I didn’t mean by this at all.

“Really?” He asked again while leaning closer to my face. I looked up and felt him just a few millimeters away from me.

I was supposed to say no and I was supposed to explain myself. My eyes moved down from his eyes to his life. And I did something completely off charts. I made a move to kiss him but he backed away.

My chest dropped when he did that. I immediately looked down in shame and then I ran out of his office before he could say anything to me.

What was I thinking? I tried to kiss the headmaster. How could I be so careless and stupid? He’s my headmaster. Literally 25 years older than me.

I ran out of the floor and went down and out of the building. Tears streamed down my face as I entered the first building where my dorm was. I just wanted to go back to my room and maybe cry.

The thing that was worrying me wasn’t only that I tried to kiss the headmaster but it was also that he rejected my kiss and moved back.

What would he think about me now? I took it over the edge and it felt horribly embarrassing.

“Maria, what’s wrong?” Monica stopped me in the hallway and asked me. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. There were many other unknown girls around the hallway so I didn’t want to say anything to her right now.

“Come to my room,” She said as she held my hand and took me to her room. She made me sit down on her couch and then she offered me a glass of whatever which I denied.

“What happened?” She asked.

I told her everything.

From having feelings about the headmaster to the mistake I made today, I told her everything. It didn’t feel right that I shared whatever private happened between me and the headmaster with my friend but in the end, she was my friend. No harm.

“It’s okay, it happens like this. You’re young, we do have feelings for guys.” Monica comforted me.

“But with the headmaster?!” I exclaimed. “That’s wrong! I don’t know what has suddenly happened to me,” I sobbed.

“Shush! It’s fine, we are girls, our hormones go all over the place. Just forget about it and don’t think about him. Don’t see him and don’t care, in a few days everything will be over.” She explained.

She was right.

If I didn’t see or talk to him then I wouldn’t feel anything. In a few days, everything would be back to normal and I’d be studying like the normal Maria and not caring about some man.

Or so I thought.