Get out of there!

Connor froze as her lips pressed against his, Ms Fern (and he didn't even know her first name!) narrowing her eyes in pleasure. Her hand gripped the back of his neck, and then her tongue pushed gently against his mouth. This pushed him to act. He stood up out of his chair, breaking her grip, and grabbed for his books and satchel.

"Look," he said, "I've got to go, and I'm sorry, and it's not, erm-"

Ms Fern shook her head as if coming out of a daze.

"No, I'm sorry. That's so inappropriate, I can't-" but Connor was already leaving the door. As he looked back, she sat on her desk and tried to blink back tears. What was that about? she thought What have I done?

Connor needed a moment to think. The clock showed another ten minutes before the class ended, officially, so the corridors were empty. He walked almost at random down a few halls, then leaned against the wall and shut his eyes. When he opened them, he still wasn't ready to think about what had happened. In autopilot, he got his phone out and checked notifications. Using mobiles in class was against school rules, and he was straight-laced enough to abide by that and keep it silent. Three things stood out - texts from Joan, a message from Alison and a voicemail. He frowned at that. Who leaves voicemails? he wondered. Even his mom used texts now.