"Lay down and let me take care of you,"

Surprisingly enough, just hearing her say those words to me was like music to my young , adolescent ears, its ring swimming inside my neurons, down my spine in a cold shiver before encircling my heart to pump unwanted blood between my boy parts, if you know what I mean. She became this sexy nurse as she led me to my bed, gently laid me down, securing a pillow under my head before seating right beside me, her warmth staining through my sheets and over to my garments before clinging there, like clingy ex girlfriend. Her scent was like this haunting cloud encapsulating us in a welcomed embrace , sliding into my nostrils , bathing my sinuses with its alluring effect and I wanted to dive my nose into the crook of her neck and drink in the scent of her perfume.

Unlike Roxie's cheap perfume, Amanda's was intoxicatingly good as I got drunk in its effects. Probably that Victoria Secret perfume I saw on her nightstand whilst 'accidentally' spying on her with my telescope. Maybe I need to tone it down with the voyeurism.....

She had her face so close to my face , in the name of inspecting the bump on my head and I could easily see her cleavage , only mere inches from my probing gaze. God, what is she doing to me?

"It's just a slight bruise," She diagnosed, her dainty fingers feeling around the bruised region in light feathery touches , afraid she'll hurt me. My skin slowly erupted with goosebumps at her tender touching and I was afraid I would lose it, lose my mind and my dignity as I tried hard to hide my engorged penis from further tenting my pants. Why did I have to wear sweatpants today?!

"Let me go get you some ice to help the swelling go down, okay?" And her cobalt irises fell on my honey brown ones and my heart bled lavishly at how gentle they were. She was a fiery fox but there was something about her eyes that made it easy for one to fall in love with her. But what do I know about falling in love? I'm not even sure if I've ever felt true love before. What I felt at the moment was attraction. An intense and extremely aroused attraction to this single mom of two with the touch of a goddess!

Soon, she was up on her feet, straightening her skirt that had ridden up her thighs before strolling out of the room, my eyes shamefully glued to her amazing assets as relief washed over me, replenishing my jumpy nerves , giving me time to readjust my briefs and pull the covers over my torso so she won't see the predicament she's subjected me to with her touches. I know she means well but damn, can she get any more handsy with me!

The fever was intermittent, coming and going on its own volition , my mind having long divorced the idea of me being sick as I hugged the comforter , trying to ground myself at the thought of Amanda nursing me to health, or at least it seemed that way. I had even forgotten about yesterday, her face reddened with rage as she yelled at my face before throwing a slap at it. Without a doubt, she was kind of hot when mad.

It felt so unreal when she strolled back into the room with such urgency, her heels stabbing the hardwood floors in a click sound , an icepack cradled under her fingers' grasp and plopped back down next to me before gently placing the pack on my head next to the bruised region clemently gazing back into my eyes. You would never believe that this woman was the same one that vehemently hated my guts and tore me apart with her infamous tyrannical glare any chance she got.

I took my time to study her face, the way her eyes, shielded behind those black dorky glasses, seemed to gleam with a mysterious vibe, it cutting through the pacific ocean inside her irises, bluest eyes I've ever seen- except for Charli's-the way her lips brushed with a rare blush of pink, like cherry blossom leaves , all plump and inviting-

"How are you feeling right now?" Her voice reeled me back from my drowning endless thoughts impaled by her irrepressible beauty.

"Um..."I swallowed ,in hopes of wetting my throat that felt a bit scratchy and bone-dry." Okay I guess."

"Are you sure?"

I blinked in wonderment at how charitable she was being towards a kid that's disrespected her for ages since our interaction begun.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I chose to broach the subject of the absurdity behind this capricious behavior of hers. Normally, she was all for barking orders to me, terse responses and glaring daggers, now she's all polite and hospitable and tending to my bruises like some good fucking Samaritan.

"What do you mean why? Do you want me to leave you all wounded and sick without offering some kind of help to show that I care?"

"Since when do you care about me?"

Her eyes, the windows to her desolate soul, seemed to widen into golf balls, taken aback by my statement and tone of voice; the voice of skepticism.

"You know, just because you annoy me every chance you get, with your pathetic flirtatious remarks directed towards me during lessons does not mean I don't care about you,"

"Pathetic flirtatious remarks? Don't like as though you don't like it when I compliment your skirts or shirts or overall smartness , Amanda," My voice, though weak and hoarse from a lack of use, still beheld its teasing tone.

" I don't like it, no need for pretense. I never said I needed a thirteen year old boy to compliment my flawless beauty. I already know I'm beautiful," Her lips drew a boastful smirk, shoulders corked to push out those round tits in a confidence pose.

"Not you bragging about it when we both know you act all coy whenever I mention your beautiful assets in front of other students,"

"Coy? I do recall slapping the earwax out of you yesterday when you tried to act all 'cute' around me,"

" You just had to go there, didn't you?"

Amanda rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile but no matter how hard she tried, it just wouldn't happen, her pearly whites revealed before tucking her lips inside her mouth, maybe that would help her to suppress it. A beat of silence passed, the ice numbing my forehead , effectively dulling the painful throb and I sighed soundlessly with relief.

A minutes rolled away with her still searching my face for any signs of pain or discomfort. I maintained a neutral face anyway.

"Seriously, all jokes aside, are you okay?" She cooed, have face melting into a soft pleading one.

"I'm always okay, don't worry," She breathed a laugh at my response. " But you asking me that question is starting to scare me."

" I was just confirming even though I know physically, you're not okay,"

"What, do you miss your little miscreant and his jolly good jokes? Or did you miss my constant pestering and bothersome personality at school?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Well, they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder...." Her face contorted into one of deep contemplation, fake contemplation if you may, gazing at the roof of my room where the ceiling fan dangled idly by.

"So you missed me?"

" I wouldn't say I missed you , that's laying it on a bit thick," Her eyes were back on me , a playful look on her face at the frivolous banter.

"Then what would you call it?" I gave a lopsided smirk as I watched her tongue dart from inside her mouth to lick her bottom lip in a mesmerizing motion, making her lips look ten times more kissable as it glistened slightly with saliva.

" I don't know....it just felt unusual of you to miss any of my classes. Not that it favors me in any way, seeing how absentminded you are during said classes, always building castles in the air whenever I teach, not contributing to class discussions except when it comes to making lewd and inappropriate comments centered on my 'beautiful assets'...."

"Wow!" I blew out a an exhale after her rambling sizzled down. " That's a lot to unpack, don't you think?"

"When it comes to you, yes," Her lips curved into a fond smile regardless." But to be fair, your absence was a bit unsettling. Especially after your mom called to inform me that you were unwell."

"Oh,"

"She also mentioned how you told her not to call me specifically ,"

" And she openly disrespected my wishes by going against them , I see,"

"But you do realize I'm your supervisor, so she , indeed, needed to inform me of your absenteeism," I shrugged indifferently at her words, she was bound to find about my being sick anyway. Even though all my efforts to avoid her all seemed to crumbled without success. I mean, she's seated on my bed, holding the ice on my forehead- who would've thought thee Amanda would be doing such a thing to her most hated student?

"So again, this brings me to my most burning question of the day, Why wouldn't Maxwell Cooper not want me to know about his ailment and his possible absenteeism from school?" The laughter in m face and voice, the teasing smirk that had previously creased my lips all seemed to fade as Amanda asked me that question. And it all came rushing back , our previous conversation, the slap, the yelling, me revealing the private conversation I overheard....

"You know why," I spoke in a low gruff voice, feeling a slight tinge of guilt and shame building up as the aftermath of the flashback from yesterday.

She sighed in defeat, letting go off the icepack as it nuzzled atop my head, pushed herself off the bed and begun to pace quietly beside me, stroking her chin , eyes trained to the ceiling. Her hair looked so silky smooth from where I was sleeping and god forbid I wanted to just dig my fingers inside them and just comb them, letting each silky smooth strand dance on my fingertips....

She was right. She does look fantastic every single day.

I watched her , muted as she paced before her eyes took leave from the ceiling and over to my expensive telescope by the window.

"Hm....I've never seen this before...what is this?" And she was making her way over to it before descending her hands on to it, tracing her fingers over the eyepiece with fascination.

"A telescope," The paranoid soul inside me loomed over the surface of my subconsciousness and without warning, shot up from bed and dashed over to her, the ice pack dropping on the ground in the process of my frantic movements. "Don't.....don't touch the eyepiece , it's highly delicate, it could break in anyone's hands, not just yours or mine ....literally, anyone can break it when handled without care."

I rambled and she faced me , both curious and shocked.

"Okay? I won't touch it," She gave a confused look at my peculiar behavior. "I just never took you for the astronomy type."

"There's so much about me that you don't know, Amanda," I smiled back, using my sleeves to wipe the telescope's eyepiece, all the while her eyes never left me, maybe fascinated or astonished by my hobbies or whatever. "Or it could be the fact that you've never given me the chance to properly show you the real me."

"Oh, please! I've known ever since you were in diapers," Amanda derisively laughed, folding her arms across her chest.

"But I've grown since then," I was done with wiping and pulled my sleeves back down to my wrists. "I'm a man, not the one year old kid you saw in diapers , Amanda."

"You're not a man,"

" Do you want me to prove it to you?"

" There's nothing to prove, Max. You are still a kid, a confused one at that and right now, I want you to prove your obedience towards me by going back to bed, you just had a concussion, it's not wise for you to be walking around just yet," She surprised me when she advanced towards me , her hands grabbing both my shoulders forcing me to concentrate on her and her only-god, those lips, those eyes- before gently pushing me back, my feet complying with her actions as they staggered back until she was pushing me all the way over to my bed, successfully laying me down, her hands still on my shoulders and it took all the energy and dignity in me not to grab those hands and pull her on top of me, attacking her with a kiss.

But then again, she's my best friend's mom and all that would be plain wrong if not selfish of me to follow through with my wishful thinking.

"Good boy, now cover yourself up," She ordered....wait! Did she just call me a good boy? Why does that make me feel all tingly inside? What is she trying to do? What are her motives? Does she know she's ruining me for other girls by calling me that?

I do as she says regardless of what my hormonal mind is telling me, pulling the covers over my torso and nuzzling inside it like a caterpillar inside its cocoon. Like a good boy!

"Here's the icepack," She places it back on top of my head and the frozenness of it placates me and this dull migraine. I must've bashed my head really bad!

"Have you eaten?" She asked, tucking some hair strands behind her ear to prevent them from obscuring her face from my field of vision.

"Just some chicken noodle soup that mom left for me in the microwave,"

" And how long ago was that?"

I try to bring my sense if time, mentally calculating the exact moment and hour might've I ate the soup with no fruitful results so I just gave a vague answer. " Maybe ,like, two hours ago?"

"Then you must be starving , I can make you something to eat, pasta? lasagna? Mac and Cheese?" I found myself smiling at her request. She was so adorable , wanting to make me food and taking care of me. If she keeps this up, I might just fall in love with her. There's just no stopping me.

"Or I can order for you some pizza or Chinese food, or some Tex-Mex , what do you prefer?" She was looking at me expectantly, those framed eyes inquisitive.

" Um..." I wanted to see her with mom's apron tied around that hour glass figure. " I don't want to sound selfish but I prefer your cooking rather than some restaurant take out meal."

"You just want me to bend over backwards for you, isn't it?" She smirked and I tried not to let the image of her bending over with that skirt infiltrate my sense of common sense and voice of reason which is normally lacking on normal occasions.

"It's not my fault that you make some finger-licking meals than most high class chefs and Restauranteurs even Gordon Ramsey would be impressed."

She laughed at that, her laughter making me buzz with joy, inside and out.

"Seriously, I'm shocked that you haven't been awarded a Michelin star or two,"

"Shut up, you idiot," Her cheeks advertised a blush, tinting into fifty shades of red as she tried to hide her amused smile at my compliments on her cooking. She truly was an amazing chef unlike some other people's mothers( Like mine). "Fine, I'll be your servant for today, only because you're feeling under the weather. Let me go whip up something for you to eat."

She's about to exit the room when I called out to her, her neck twisting in time to see what I wanted.

" How do you expect me to get over you when you're being this nice to me?" I asked in a soft tone of voice, a rueful smile on as I watched her awarding me the same rueful smile to me.

"Trust me, Max, with time, you'll soon get over me,"