You Are The Only Exception {Teacher/Student Relationship}

You Are The Only Exception:Ch 37

"Just please." I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

His eyes widened, and the hand not clutching the gun, went to caress my cheek. "Hey, okay fine, everything's going to be fine. See, there I said it, just, please stop crying."

He was telling, a pregnant, hormonal, teenage girl, to stop crying. That was impossible. I couldn't, maybe if I tried hard enough or...

"Hey, okay." He grabbed my face, leaving the gun in his lap. "Oh, god, I'm not good at this kind of stuff." He murmured more to himself., but I heard every word. He started caressing one of my cheeks, while his other ran through his hair.

"I just know something bad is going to happen tonight. I have this feeling-"

"Michelle, stop, please." he pleaded, as he grabbed my face. I felt his thumbs wiping under my eyes. "Please." I felt his warm breath on my lips, and that's when I finally noticed I closed my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"I don't know." His voice soft.

I opened my eyes slowly, and saw him searching my eyes, as I was his. His were full of concern.

"I don't know what I'm doing." he said quietly. "I'm sorry." he whispered before pressing his lips, softly to mine.

My teary eyes widened at his action. I seriously hoped Everett couldn't see us. Or anyone for that matter.

He pulled away slight, until his lips were brushing against mine. His eyes tightly shut, his brows furrowed. "I'm sorry. I'm just scared." he whispered, his voice sounded so vulnerable.

He let out a heavy sigh, and leaned his forehead against mine. His bark is worse than his bite.

"What?" My voice was slightly shaky, how did I barely notice that.

"I'm sorry." He opened his eyes slowly.

"It's fin-"

"Don't say it's fine." he snapped as he pulled away from me. "Because, I know it's not." he finished off, whispering.

"Have you ever fought..."

"Someone?" he finished for me. He glanced at me, and I nodded. "No. I haven't."

"Then what are you going to do out there?"

"I don't know. I just know, whatever he does I deserve."

"No you don't!" I whispered loudly.

Jason's looked at me, full on. His face showing pure shock, at my outburst. And then he finally cracked a small smile. "You're too nice. You know that?"

"No...?" I cocked one of my eyebrows.

"Well, you are. I do deserve-"

"You don't." I whispered quietly.

"Michelle, don't worry about me. Okay?" His voice low.

Silence fell between us. And uncomfortable silence. "Should we get out now?" I reached for the door handle, and rested my hand on it when Jason's voice stopped me.

"Stay in the car." His voice stern.

"Like hell." I murmured, and climbed out the car. I heard Jason laugh as I closed my door, and he opened up his.

I reached the front of the car in a hurry. And that's when I finally noticed a figure standing under the lamppost light. "Stay close to me, okay?" I heard Jason whispered.

I nodded, and began walking off in front of him. Jason grabbed one of my wrist, and pulled me back towards his side. He then placed my hand on his waist, where his jeans were low on his hips.