"What?" She was still stairing at the ground.

"I’m sorry. I thought we were joking." I think I’m gonna cry.

"But….. but, I was so happy." I managed to stutter out.

"I’m sorry."

"I thought you liked me." I was not even listening to her. It was like I was talking to myself.

"I do." I looked up.

"Then why are you telling me that, that whole girlfriend thing was a joke?"

"Well, I thought you were joking too."

"I wasn’t. I meant it with all my heart."

"I’m sorry."

"Just stop apologizing."

"I don’t even know what else to say."

"Say that you like me too and that you really want me to be your girlfriend." I pleaded.

"I can’t." I stated simply.

"Why not?" My voice was now getting loud.

"Spencer, your a 17 year-old student, and I’m a 24 year-old teacher. Do you not see the problem?"

"Once I turn 18, it won’t be a problem anymore. And that’s only in 2 months."

"Alot can happen in two months."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. I’m just saying, what if in two months you don’t like me anymore?"

"We’ll just have to find out."

"Spence…"

"Do you like me or not?"

"I’m not sure I should say."

"And why not?"

"Cameras."

"Huh?"

"If the principal or someone sees this conversation, then my ass is outta here."

"We haven’t even done anything."

"They don’t care."

"So what do we do, Ashley?"

"What can we do for what?"

"Us."

"There can’t be an us."

"But….. please?" I was on the verge of tears.

"Spencer, please don’t cry. Please, I don’t want to see you cry." She got closer to me and put her hand on my check.

"I want you so bad." I whispered, leaning into her touch.

"I know, but we can’t." I was about to burst.

"What if we hang out after school? Can we atleast do that?"

"Just hang out? Nothing more?"

"Yes. I don’t mean hang out like, lets go have sex after school. I mean lets just talk, and go to dinner, or watch movies at home, or whatever. I just want to spend more time with you."

"If we get caught, we still pay the same consequences."

"We if we don’t get caught?"

"I don’t know."

"We can try, right?"

"Ok."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Your giving up that easily? Not that I’m complaining."

"If it makes you happy."

"Yes. Yes, it does. More than you could even know." The tears were now gone and I was smiling widely. And so was she.

Then, the ringing bell interupted our silence.

"You better get to class."

"Yeah. I should."

With that said, we hugged tightly and I walked off to class. Today was going to be a good day.