Walking into school the following Monday, I was exuberant and couldn't keep the smile off of my face. I was sure that I would be bombarded with looks and questions that I would not answer; the only questions that would be answered were going to be those of Madison Simpson. I looked around once inside for Madison but did not see her; in fact, I did not see anyone. I shrugged and walked into the teacher's lounge, hearing a few voices. I recognized one of the voices to be Maddy's. I sighed heavily, which got her attention. She smiled wide and briskly walked to me.

"Hey! How'd your weekend go?" she asked.

"Friday was great, but my weekend was okay."

"So, you didn't talk to Marc all weekend?"

"Nope. He was busy all weekend."

"Aw. That sucks."

'Yeah, but at least what he was doing was great. He was playing hockey." I whispered the last part.

No one needed to know who I was dating. She lightly giggled. I shook my head, but inside, I wanted to giggle too, yet I held it in.

"When are you going to see him next?"

"I don't know, but I hope it's soon. I'm attracted to him like a bee is to honey."

I licked my lips.

"Sounds like you're hungry for him."

I blushed.

"I am." I whispered.

"I'm so happy for you. We have to go to games together."

"That we do. Maybe after the first game, you can meet him."

She nodded very fast.

"Watch it. You don't want your head to fall off."

She rolled her eyes. Before we knew it, we had to get to our classrooms. Luckily, by the time class started, I wasn't smiling like a lunatic. I was just that normal, happy, elementary school music teacher that loved to teach. The day went by quickly, but I was tired as could be. I took my agonizing shoes off and just fell on the couch. I turned on the television with the remote that was on the living room table in front of me and watched whatever was on. I must've fallen sleep because I heard a knock on the door and it scared the shit out of me; plus, when I looked at my phone a half hour had passed.

"Coming!"

I quickly fixed my hair and walked to the door. As soon as I opened it, I smiled and jumped into his arms.

"I missed you!" I said into his neck.

"You just saw me on Friday." he laughed.

"Don't tell me you didn't miss me at all." I said giving him a look.

"Ok. I missed you too."

"That's what I thought. Let's go inside."

I jumped out of his arms when we walked inside and onto the couch.

"So, what's up?"

"Not much. Practice/camp went well the past couple of days and I got to spend some quality time with you on Friday."

I blushed.

"You?"

"I had a typical weekend. You know, spending a lot of time on the computer and listening to music, but I also was playing with my fancy new camera. Oh and I was with this guy on Friday night. I can't for the life of me, remember his name." I tried to say with a straight face, but at the end, I couldn't hold in the laughter.

"Hey!"

"What? Do you know him or something?"

At that point, I got off the couch and ran towards my bedroom but didn't make it, as I was now being held by Marc only a few feet from my room.

"Damn."

I struggled to get out of his hold, but I couldn't. He was too strong, and, of course, had a height advantage.

"You're not getting out of this hold, so stop trying."

"Shut up."

I tried to elbow him, but it didn't work. He just laughed.

"I have a question for you." I asked.

"Go ahead."

"Why are hockey players so strong, and why do you have to be 6'2?! It sucks. I hate being short."

"I don't know and I guess it's me eating right and drinking milk when I was growing up."

I rolled my eyes and still struggled to get out, but that's all it was, a struggle. He then began to tickle me.

"Stop it." I squealed while I laughed.

"Ok."

He let me go for a millisecond and held onto me once again.

"Nope. Just kidding. Haha!"

He tickled me once again.

"If you're going to tickle me, how about you do it on my bed? You'd have more access to other places and it'd be more comfortable."

He nodded and put me on my bed before getting onto it himself.

"I like your bed. It's so big and comfortable."

"What? You think you're going to be sleeping in this bed with me?" I asked.

He looked away, then looked down.

"Come here."

He sat beside me.

"You're the only guy who is ever going to be in this bed."

He grinned. I sat in his lap and kissed him, earning a fabulous response. The feeling of his hands on my waist drove me crazy and the way he kissed me was so soft, yet full of passion. It was like I was a porcelain doll and he didn't want to break me. We separated and soon, I felt his lips on my neck.

I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulder. I could feel him grinning against my skin. When he came back to me, I kissed along his jawline, earning a moan from him. I looked back up to see his face and he was looking at me lovingly. I laid my head in the crook of his neck and then, he laid us down onto my bed. I wanted to stay this way forever. Even though, we only had that one date only a few days ago and we're moving fast, I don't care because this is the best I've felt in two years.

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