6- Revised

'Don't turn around, don't do it Dasha,' I told myself as I heard him pull open a drawer and slide on some sweatpants I assumed. Oh the agony!

Despite my decision to not turn around I did anyways and saw he was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. 'Uhoh.'

I came over and sat beside him as he didn't move. Had I done something wrong? Aside from the obvious of being in his bedroom...

"Hayden," I started softly. We were past the point of formalities in this moment.

"I'm sorry," he shook his head and stopped, realizing it was making his soon to be hangover worse. "I know how bad this looks and how in the morning it's going to be even worse. Whether or not I remember everything, you will."

The anguish in his voice was enough to make me cry. At least he was more aware of what was going on.

"Do you know how stunning you are Dasha?" He mumbled.

Okay was this the I'm still kind of drunk Hayden or the serious Hayden?

'Drunk thoughts are sober thoughts.'

"Thanks," I smiled and just willed myself to think he was being sincere. What else was I supposed to say? Compliment him back?

'Oh why can't you be mine,' I thought to myself as we just sat on the bed not saying anything else.

"You should probably get some sleep," I told him.

He looked at me again and I noticed how full his lips were. There was way too much electricity buzzing between us and I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one who felt it.

"How will you get back?" he continued in his soft voice.

"I'll call Sean, or Rose," I said quickly since he didn't seem to like me being with other guys.

He didn't say anything as I waited for him to either pass out or throw up. Please don't let the second option be prevalant.

"Mr. Blaze, what did you mean by there's not a guy worthy of me... on campus," I spoke slowly. This was probably the only time I would really get to be alone with him to have an answer. Given the circumstances I had to take his answer with a grain of salt but it was probably the best I would get from him.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment and looked back at me. "Well you know all the frat guys just want sex. And the rest just want to screw girls over," he said bluntly.

I tried to keep my mouth from falling, yes I'm aware of what goes on in college. Being that he just graduated he also knew, but to say it to a student!

"So then who do you suggest I look for? Mr. I know everything?"

"Someone... Like me," he smirked.

"Too bad no one else looks like you," I sighed and then gasped. Did I just say that out loud?

"Like me," he smiled and brushed his hand against mine. "I would have to agree with you Dasha."

'Okay, he's clearly drunk', I bit my lip and stood up, feeling like a fool in this outfit and situation.

"Where are you going?" He frowned.

"It's clear that I need to leave Mr. Blaze. I'm your student and that's how it needs to be." I tried fighting back tears and began to walk downstairs. Why the fuck was I even crying? I hadn't drank enough to be tipsy, let alone feel any more emotions towards him. Damn him.

"Dasha wait," he called and stumbled to his feet as I kept walking down the stairs, knowing he would fall.

"I'm sorry," I said with my back to him and started dialing Sean's number. The sooner I could leave, the better.

"Dasha? You okay?" Sean's voice immediately answered.

"Yeah, I'm sending you the address to come get me. We,"

A thud made me look up as I saw him fall towards me and knock me onto the floor. His gaze was as wide as mine as I refused to move or breathe. My head was pounding from the impact of the floor and my heart was threatening to rip out of my chest. What was going on!

"Hayden," I breathed as his fingers shook and caressed my cheek.

"I know I'm not in my right mind, but I do know I am when it comes to you."

What! As much as I was wanting him to say that, this totally wasn't the right time.

He pressed his lips against my forehead as I tried to keep myself still. Surely he could hear my heartbeat....

"You okay?" He frowned and caressed my cheek.

I nodded and rubbed my head gently. There was a lump forming I could feel it.

"Can you get off please," I breathed as he shot up and helped me up once he was balanced on his feet.

"I'm so sorry,"

I bent down to grab my phone and saw it was still going with the call. Fuck.

"Sean?"

"Hey you good? Sounded like the call got dropped."

'You have no idea Sir.'

"I was... just trying to make sure Professor Blaze had everything he needed. I'm ready for you to come get me." I was avoiding his gaze while trying to make sense of what just happened.

"I'll be there shortly."

When I hung up, I finally looked at Hayden's expression and for the life of me couldn't tell if he was mortified from what had just happened or...

"You might need to borrow one of my shirts," as his eyes raked over my body.

"I..." I felt my cheeks heat up when it finally hit me that my dress was so low on my body from him grabbing me that I was practically topless and nipping in front of my Professor. This was now the dumbest thing I had done all year.

Turning my back to him, I adjusted my dress as best as I could while he went to grab something. Tears were stinging my eyes as I counted down the minutes for Sean to come collect me.

"Here," he placed a jacket over my shoulders, which I accepted gratefully and wouldn't meet his gaze again.

"I'm going to wait outside for Sean. Goodnight Professor."

"Dasha, wait," he grabbed my wrist gently, "please. I'll go upstairs. You don't have to wait outside. I'm terribly sorry about this whole ordeal."

The doorbell rang at that moment as Hayden searched for any sort of emotion on my face before allowing me to open the door and walk towards Sean.

"Goodnight Professor," Sean nodded at him before placing his hand on my back and leading me to his car. "Do I need to kick his ass?"

"No, everything is fine... just bumped my head getting out of his car," I lied and wiped the corners of my eyes. "Let's just go please."

"As you wish."

My head was pounding as I laid in my bed. I knew I had tear stains still on my cheeks, and I didn't know if I should even make my appearance downstairs for breakfast with the rest of the public. Not that anyone was going to know.

Rosemary was already out and about while I combed through my hair and saw the jacket laying on the back of my chair. I would need to return that, but how? In class was obviously not an option... I could maybe drop it off on his doorstep...

That was the more logical option. Right?

Grabbing my keys, I figured if I just did it real quick he would eventually see it and not think otherwise.

It took less than fifteen minutes to get to his house and about another minute or so for me to get the guts to actually walk up to the doorstep. I wasn't doing anything wrong, but it literally felt quite the opposite.

"It'll be fast," I took a deep breath and left my car running while walking up to the doorstep.

My voice caught in my throat as the door opened and Hayden was standing in his sweat pants and nothing else...

"Dasha?" He looked down at my arms that held his jacket as he grabbed it quickly and slipped it on to cover up his muscles.

'Holy Hell is that a V?' I felt the drool in my mouth while I cleared my throat. "I... was just returning your jacket."

"Thank you... would you... like to come in? Have you eaten?"

"I," my stomach answered for me as he smiled softly. "Come on in."

"How's your head?" He asked gently and went back to making coffee is what I assumed from the smells emanating from the kitchen.

"It's alright. How's yours?" I tried to keep my gaze on anything but his back. The jacket was making it impossible with the way his muscles were rippling under it.

"Managing, thank you," he turned and gave me a similar look to last night when I was practically naked.

"Am I missing something?" I froze and checked to make sure I had put on everything.

"You look great," he breathed.

Whatever I was going to say was caught in my throat while I just looked down at the coffee mug he gave me. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?

"Hey," he brought his hand to my chin and made me look up, "what's wrong?"

"This," I gestured at him and I.

"We're not together though," he said as my eyes shot up.

Did he really just say that? Wow... Dick move. One wouldn't know that by his current actions.

"You're right, we're not," I faked a smile and went to grab my keys.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to my dorm, my roommate is probably worried that I got fucked up by a guy who isn't worthy of me," I shot back as he frowned. Good he needs to be shot down, and feel the pain I'm feeling.

"Dasha,"

"No it's Miss Watkins, Mr. Blaze. I'm not going to be some hopeless romantic that is strung along through this journey with you. Do you not realize you have every single girl on campus worshipping the ground you walk on?"

"Everyone except you," he stared at me intently. "Don't think I didn't realize that it was hard to make you even see me for someone who didn't look like what you just described. Dasha yes I'm aware of the girls, including your roommate dying to do unspeakable things but it doesn't matter to me." He stepped closer to me and reached for my arm as I pushed back a centimeter. I was not losing this battle with him.

"I'm not lying when I say I find you attractive. I meant what I said last night, you're stunning and any guy would be lucky to have you... even when you were dancing with Tyson or when Sean kissed your forehead... I wanted it to be me." His green eyes pierced into my soul as I tried to keep my breathing under control. This was happening and I didn't know how to react.

"You find me attractive..." I breathed as he stepped closer again and pressed his hand into mine.

"More than that," he breathed and leaned in to kiss my lips gently.

Holy hell I'm kissing my teacher! My mind screamed as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him against the counter. Forget me trying to take this slow, I needed to do this now in case he went back on his word.

His arms tightened around my waist as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. The jacket was on the floor at this point and I could feel the heat from his skin against my fingertips. 'Oh my God he's so strong,' I thought and groaned as he began kissing my collarbone and I finally got to run my fingers through his jet black hair.

"Dasha, so help me," he gasped and brought my lips down to his again as we moved towards the living room and he pressed me into the couch.

I brushed up against his body and just stared at him with my body on fire. Oh my... this was by far the most insane and thouhtless thing I had ever done in my life!

"No one can know," I began as he kissed my earlobe and tugged it gently.

I gasped as he trailed his lips down the side of my jaw and towards my neck while murmuring, "no one will baby. I promise."

Baby! Was I dreaming? Was this even real!

I pulled his face back to mine and looked into his eyes again, "is this real?"

"Is what real Miss Watkins?" Professor Blaze's voice was laced with confusion as I jerked in my seat and gaped. Everyone was looking for me to answer as I fumbled for words. How could I have been dreaming that descriptively!

"Um, nothing Sir," I replied and went back to staring at my blank notebook. Shit!

Hayden said nothing for a moment before going back to his lesson. "As I was saying, the old saying history repeats itself is actually very true. Stuff like the world wars breaking out or even mass killings. It all comes down to the same thing, cause and effect. If the event goes wrong, they try it again and hope to improve the outlook."

"Does that apply to everything Mr. Blaze?" a girl said while batting her eyelashes at him.

I pressed too hard on my notebook as my led broke and I felt my temper reach a breaking point. So I was jealous, it was blantently obvious, I had just dreamed about my teacher for crying out loud!

"Most things yes," he paused. "For instance, back in the Egyptians times, if a student were to say... get with a teacher, and they were caught, both the teacher and student were tortured horredously until dead."

"Now they just go to jail," a guy spoke out.

"Well yes, but you get the idea," he smiled and looked at the clock. "Okay so remember that we have a test on Wednesday. You're dismissed."

'That's about to change and no one is going to find out,' I thought to myself as Hayden gazed at me and beckoned me to stay behind after class. Shit what to do!

"Miss Watkins, care to tell me what you were daydreaming about so carelessly in my class?"

"Honestly," I began and tried to fight a smile. I could so make this work, I knew at least some of it had happened. "I was thinking about last night."

His face paled, "what about last night."

I saw his jacket that I had indeed worn for a moment the other night and knew I had his attention. "Oh... you know, just spending the night with an amazing man." I trailed and licked my lips as I left the room with his jaw dropping and my ego shooting through the roof. Whether or not I actually did was up for him to imagine.

**I'm hoping that by rewriting this scene I'm doing it justice. Combining a few chapters so bear with me while I redo it.**