Without a reply from her, I thought I had truly fucked everything up. I pushed her too hard and now she's left me on read after sending a risky text. I should have seen it coming, she's married and probably has no interest in having anything with me, except for that one night we had together. It was fun while it lasted, I guess.

I debated on texting again but decided not to considering I didn't receive any reply and it was already 8am, she would be up. I'm an idiot. I really liked her and now I think it's gone to shit. I ruined it because I got too excited, literally. Making her feel more awkward wasn't my plan so texting her this morning wasn't on my list.

At work, I sat in a history class shadowing Mr Grey, a horribly boring man with no life behind his eyes. He was very dull; the class was a lot less fun compared to Mrs Olsen's. As the bell for lunch rang, I left my things on the small desk in the corner and made my way out to find her. Texting her is daunting considering she left me on read but face to face, she wouldn't be able to. At least that's what I was hoping. I made my way to her room. I had dressed to impress her, i wanted to look smart.

Before I can even knock, I hear yelling, my eyebrows furrow. It sounded like she was yelling at a boy who was yelling back. My instincts kick in and I immediately make my way inside. There I saw Mrs Olsen yelling at two young men who were seemingly screaming at each other, ready to fight. Elizabeth looked tiny compared to the boys who didn't even blink an eye lid at her as she attempted to keep them apart. My body moved faster than my head and I rushed over to assist her, I used my hands to pull her waist to move her away from the two as her words did nothing but provoke them. I didn't wait for her reaction as I yelled at them to stop.

The screaming continued, the two getting closer to fighting by the second. I had dealt with bar fights so I used the same technique. You push, pin and chuck out. I pushed the more aggressive boy backwards, Ashton. He seemed to be the one with the issues, but at this point I still didn't know what this was about. Once I moved him away, Elizabeth made her way over to the other boy, Caleb, who breathed heavily but stayed still as Elizabeth tried to calm him down, even though she was still yelling.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I said to the boy I was still pushing back as he resisted me. He continued screaming, shouting and attempting to spit at the boy and before I could intervein, he pushed past my arms, knocked over Elizabeth with his body and struck Caleb straight in the nose and caused him to drop to the floor.

Caleb wasn't my priority. I helped Elizabeth up and she whined on the floor, swatting my hands away as she tried to process what had happened. I had already done processing and managed to pin Ashton's arm behind his back and bend his back forward so he could no longer harm anyone, I twist slightly which made him obedient. By this time a few other teachers had heard the squabble and entered the classroom where desks were turned over and chairs were thrown across the room.

They held Caleb, attempting to copy my manoeuvre but failing and just holding both his arms to his sides instead. They took Caleb to the nurse's room, his nose bleeding and getting into his mouth, which he spat to the floor.

I began walking Ashton to the principal's office, Elizabeth ran at a slight jog to catch up to us. She gave the boy an ear full of her thoughts and feelings about the whole situation, I joined in. We were like mini police firing squads.

"Care to explain your outburst, or should I just put it down as anger issues?!" Elizabeth threatened which made the boy stop struggling and begin to choke out words through his panting.

"My car."

"This was over a car?!"

"He said my car was a 'piece of shit' and then kicked it!" Ashton claimed, not shouting but talking loudly.

I didn't expect Elizabeth's reaction which started with a scoff and a headshake. "Oh, did he now? You decided to bring this into school and act like a baby because some boy said your car wasn't cool. Ridiculous. What kind of excuse is that?!"

"Hey, calm down. He was standing up for himself." I spoke against Elizabeth which made her eyes dart to me with a glare, but also pure shock.

"Caleb is bleeding, probably has a broken nose and I was assaulted. Did he and I deserve that?!"

"I would have hit him too."

As the words left my lips, Elizabeth's eyes scolded mine and she was in utter disbelief. Ashton was taken out of my hands by a male who I can only assume is his therapist and bought into the office. As I stood outside, I felt Elizabeth's eyes looking at me, waiting for me to turn around. So, I did.

"Are you serious? You're just going to undermine me like that? We are supposed to be a team" She whisper shouted. She was angry but now so was I. A 'team' She has to be joking. I was left on read, made to feel guilty and then when I voice my opinion, I just get shot down immediately.

"His property was damaged by a rich kid who couldn't give a flying fuck about anything else except football and himself."

She looked at me as though I was speaking a foreign language. She shook her head in disagreement. "He kicked his car, probably leaving a dent which I could pull out. Why does that mean he can destroy a classroom and a student's face? I can't believe you right now, Y/N."

I won't lie, I lost it a little after hearing her speak like that about the boy. My fists balled and I glanced around the room. With the same hushed shout as all our other words I went on to speak my mind.

"You're just as bad as Caleb! You're a rich girl who grew up in a fucking easy household with everything you could have wanted! Of course, a dent to something you can just replace won't matter to you! For people like Ashton, people like me, that shit matters. I don't care that it can be pulled out or replaced, we worked for it! Hard. You coming here and saying its fixable is just condoning his behaviour. He's a disrespectful shit head who took his little dick energy out on a kid who was proud of his car... You have the house, the money... the fucking husband... which you seem to forget about every time you text me..."

As I went to continue, a hand grabs mine, which was in the air expressing myself and she throws it down so it's not in her face anymore.

"How dare you speak to me like that."

I looked at her as she prepared to tell me off like I was the kid who had punched another.

Without another word, she grabbed my hand and she walked us to the staff toilets where she made sure every stall was clear before continuing.

"I told you to never bring it up! And you decide to blurt it out at my place of work?! Do you even respect me in the slightest bit Y/N?"

"You told me not to bring up when we fucked, not when you were texting me last night and sending me photos of yourself in fucking lingerie!" I said loudly. Now we were both in the restroom we both let loose. She was lost for words when I mentioned last night, as though she thought I wouldn't bring it up. As she went to speak, I cut her off.

"Yeah, yeah, you're straight! Married to the love of your life, the man which makes you a better person. Then tell me this Lizzie..."

I took a few steps closer to her as she stood her ground in the middle of the room, looking at me, intensely listening.

"Why can I see you look to me when I walk in a room? Your breathing deepens and I think I even see the same look in your eye as the night we fucked... Lust"

By this point my voice was now at a talking level, going into a hushed whisper as I got closer to her. I was close enough to her that my arm brushed against hers and our faces were centimetres away from each other. She looked at my eyes and I stared right back; it was clear neither of us was going to step down from the challenge.

"Tell me I'm wrong"

She didn't reply with words but her body spoke a thousand sentences. Her head tilted to the right slightly as her face slowly moved closer to mine. Those emerald eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips and vice versa. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could feel her slightly shaking breath on my skin. I couldn't wait any longer. I sealed the kiss. Our lips crashing together.

Our movements were at the same level, rough and eager. My hands moved to her waist and her lower back whilst hers pulled my waist to sit against hers before moving up my body to my neck where she grabbed at my jaw and wrapped the other around my neck. Her fingers grabbed my face so she could keep it still as she took control over the kiss. My hand slid down to her deep blue/black skinny jeans and I grabbed at her ass, which always looked so good in these jeans. After a few seconds of our rough but passionate kiss, I pick her up and shove her on top of the counter which had a small area available next to the sink for me to throw her on to.

I stood between her legs, they wrapped around me to get me closer. We both let out small moans when we heard the other. Our tongues fought for dominance and her hands were now in my hair and one grabbing at the sweater I had on.

She managed to untucked it from the waistband of my black trousers and belt before we were rudely interrupted by the bell for classes to start. It made us both jump and sink into each other. Our foreheads touched as we both breathed quickly, looking at each other for a few moments before we heard people outside walking to classes. I realised I had to move if she wanted to leave so I took a step back, tucking my sweater back into my trousers. Before I could glance to the mirror, she grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me in for another kiss. This time it was soft and felt more like a teasing kiss. Once she had pulled away, I waited a few seconds to compose myself as I felt the adrenaline go back down.

She cleared her throat and stood up, her ass brushing against me as she slid past me to get to the mirror. She fixed her hair and wiped the slightly smudged lipstick off before sliding her hands down her blue top and jeans.

"I have a class to teach"

She spoke as though nothing happened. As I watched her in awe, I realised she didn't want to speak of this either and my heart sank to my stomach. I felt nauseas at the thought of her wanting to treat this the same as our first night together. As I was consumed with my thoughts, she walked to the door and opened it, looking back to me to give me a wink.

I was wrong. She was happy with what had just happened. That wink. I could happily die right now.

I returned back to the history class I was in before. The class wasn't so boring now I had something to think about.