Classroom Affair - Chapter 22：Dream of Me

Mr. Thompson watched the four girls walk up the stairs, Shannon trailing behind to look at him with those questioning eyes. He nodded to her, hoping she would receive his message of talking later.

When she disappeared, he sighed and walked out the building, running his fingers through his dark hair. What was he doing? While it was true, they needed to discuss what was happening, each time he made the decision to tell her to stay away, she would hypnotize him again.

It was the most frustrating thing he had ever been through and he’d survived college level finals!

The night sky was colder than he remembered, he wrapped his scarf closer. In a way its frozen sharpness helped him clear his mind, as he walked along the campus borders.

His eyes raised when he heard the laughter of two girls coming back from a late-night coffee run.

They brushed passed him, taking in the almost feminine beauty he possessed, before giggling some more and pressing on.

His mind wondered, would Shannon come here next year? Would she be one of those girls pouring over books and running out for coffee with friends?

That was the life she deserved.

Her forest green eyes came to his mind, causing him to sigh deeply, treasuring the warmth he felt from her skin earlier in the day. Why did it feel so right with her? So completely at ease, but exciting at the same time?

She was like a warm summer’s breeze, melting the snow from his heart, in a way no one else ever had.

A smile came to his face, as he rested on a metal bench by the riverside. Even when she wasn’t physically present, he could feel her warmth and that notion intoxicated him, she intoxicated him.

It was then that a very dangerous thought when through his mind. Something which lingered there, since the first time he heard her sing.

He was a man after all, there were other things he noticed about the captivating girl. He loved the way her scent filled his mind, making him feel drunk with its essence.

Why was this so difficult? Why was he tortured so, by a girl?

Chris liked to think he was in control of his life and how he lived it, but when Shannon came into the mix, everything was thrown into chaos.

“What kind of life can I give her?” He asked the darkness actually hoping to receive some kind of answer.

When nothing came, he ran a hand through his hair again sighing. “We have to end this. I can’t be in her life anymore…once the concert is over, I’ll keep her away from me. If I can’t do it for myself, then I will for her.”

A small boat drifted down the river, seemingly lost from a child’s hands earlier in the day. How he wished he could jump on that boat and float away from his troubles and then he would be free to dream. Dream of music, dream of passion… dream of her.