Teaching Him Com Novels & Stories

he gave a formal instruction but his gaze was still fixed on me. "You didn't start my class, and I understand the private reason for that, Miss Zuluetevo..." His hands went back to what he was doing on his desk. "We're off to the lessons; I'll just talk to you later so I can explain everything to you and also make sure you don't have trouble keeping up with my class... I teach Calculus in this class."

“Good. Now I’m going to teach you how to fall. Properly, that is.” Oh boy, if only he knew that I’ve already fallen for him many years ago. Oop, but I’m not saying that. “Uh… what? Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me the opposite? Like how not to fall?” I looked at him confused and my grip on him tightening. He shakes his head with a grin. “You can’t stop yourself from falling, Kei. It’s a part of the process so what we can do is teach you how to protect yourself so you can get back up and keep going. Alright?”

he tried to put it into words but he found it hard to do. “Like this then.” I asked “Yes, much better.” “Thank you. You're a good teacher.” “Let’s move on, you're going to go up against one of my pack members once you learn all of this.” Justin announced while laughing at my face from the news. “Since you are just learning the basics right now I also want you to know like the last lesson you learned goes along with it. You are going to kick at their knees and shine to bring them down so you either get away or can finish knocking them out.” He went on with the lessons showing me where is a good place to kick.

He set a syllabus in front of me, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. While he stood up there lecturing I tried to concentrate on the words he was saying. It was probably the most difficult lesson I have sat through. All I could do was watch him. He moved so smoothly across his little stage. It was mesmerizing. He would look at me too, or I thought he was. Did I want him to? What is wrong with me, this man is my teacher, he is probably old enough to be my father. I just turned 20 this year. He is probably at least 45. "Iris, what philosopher did I tell the class was my favorite in college?" He smirked at me. What an ass. Did he know how distracted I was by him? I frantically looked d

“C’mon.” Even though I had a creeping fear of the water, I gave him my hand without hesitation. I just had this calming feeling that he was going to take care of me like he had always done. My body slightly shivered as my legs touched the cold water. “Easy.” He muttered, guiding me until I was balanced in the water. I held onto him firmly, looking around me fearfully. The top of the water was around my chest level. “So the first thing I have to teach you is how to long your breath. Now, I want you to breathe in deeply and hold it as long as you can. I’ll time it.” He taught and I nodded in obedience.

he began, “how about I teach you the third lesson?” That made me raise an eyebrow, completely caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. “What?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Don’t you remember?” he said, leaning back in his chair with a faint, knowing smile. “You wanted to learn how to fight back.” Oh. That. With everything that had happened, I couldn’t believe I had completely forgotten about it. “So, what are you teaching me?” I asked, leaning forward, suddenly eager. “Something simple,” he replied, his smile fading into a deadly serious expression. “Like how to use a gun.”

She didn’t respond right away, but after a quick shower, he picked it up and saw she had sent one back to him as well. All of your stuff besides your bed was moved last night-G I didn’t think you would get it all. -B It wasn’t that much-G But still. Thank you-B Gotta go to school to teach the masses. See you after- G Have a good day-B Try and rest- G

My heart melted and my happiness overflowed. "You know little man, I can't wait to teach you everything I know. I am going to show you how to catch fish, but not like a human, like a wolf. I am going to teach you how to drive as soon as your little feet can touch the pedal." I watched as Carson kissed CJ's little toes. CJ cooed and wiggled in Carson's arms. "You like that, little man?" Carson chuckled. "You are so cute, buddy, just like your daddy. I can not wait to teach you how to get the ladies...oh yesh, yesh little buddy," Carson finished in a baby voice. He then turned to the door, "Cupcake, you can come in now."

"I want to teach them to you." He was very still. "So they don't disappear," I said. "So someone else knows them." I held his gaze. "So they survive." He looked at me for a long, quiet moment. "Teach me," he said. I hummed the first one. Low and quiet, in the cold clear night. He listened. Then carefully, uncertainly, the specific trying of someone who was learning something new and was not going to pretend they already knew it, he hummed it back.

My fingers clenched down on the surface of that radio. "Oh, that's right. He's the teacher over at GHS, isn't he?" Gypsy laid down, head resting between her paws. "That's him," she confirmed. God, it was like she was twerking at me without moving her hips. Between mother and daughter, I didn't know which ass I loved better. Both, I decided. I loved them both better. "What's he teach?" "English, but really, he's teaching her all kinds of things. Making sure Cassie is ready for college in the fall."