The silence is killing me.

It has been 15 minutes since I've been inside his car. He doesn't play music, nor does he speak to me. He is just there, driving. It surprisingly does not feel as awkward as it's supposed to feel, but I still don't want this dead silence.

"So, sir." I hesitantly said, clearing my throat.

"Hmm?" He replied, looking at the road.

"What did you do before becoming our teacher?"

"I am still a student."

I blink. Did I hear him right?

"You mean, university student?" I ask, curiosity piqued. He nods, still staring at the road. I can guess which subject he is studying on. It's obviously History.

"I will stay in this school for around a month or two. It's no fun teaching kids." He said, with a cold look. He was smiling just a moment ago. What's wrong with him now?

"Ehhh you should stay longer." I said, sounding depressed.

"Are you actually going to miss me when I go?" He said, chuckling.

"Yes."

"I barely took your History class. How would you miss someone without even knowing them properly?"

"Well, it's all about your feeling. You don't completely need to know someone in order to feel something for them."

"Are you actually in high school?" He said, smiling.

"Seriously sir? You take my class. What type of a question is that?"

"That is not something a high school girl would say."

"I'm just mature for my age."

He just slightly chuckles and continues driving. Shoot, another dead silence. I was never good in one on one conversations.

"So, what's your favorite colour?" I asked. Really?! What's wrong with me?! He is not a kid. Ugh, I want to just go and drown myself now.

"Hmm, let's see. I like green. And blue."

He looked at me from the side, and smiled. "You don't have to force yourself to talk nonsense. I don't mind if it's completely silent. Just close your eyes, since it's a long ride till you reach home. I'll wake you up."

I slightly blush in embarrassment. Didn't see that coming. "I am not forcing myself. If you don't mind, can I play some songs?"

"Go ahead. You can connect your phone with the MP3 player. I do not mind any songs."

"Alright." I take the USB cable that was already inside the car. It was white in colour.

I look at him from the corner of my eyes. He seems stoic faced, but he usually gives me those heart melting smiles, which should be illegal. Good thing he showed it to me, since I won't go drooling about him. Not that easily at least.

He isn't smiling anymore though. What a pity.

I think quiet types of songs would work. But the thing is..

I DON'T HAVE ANY SONG THAT IS NOT ROCK.

I frown. This isn't right. I should have at least some of them. I scroll down, and find some Taylor Swift songs.

I could play them, but then again that is what he expects me to play. What if I DO play something rock? He would be surprised. I want to see that expression of his. I slightly smirk, and play No Way Out by Bullet For My Valentine.

It starts with a scream, so it startled Mr. Kasimir. He looked at me, surprised, and I burst out laughing. That reaction!

"Jane! Please refrain from scaring your teacher." He said, signing. "It's bad for my aging body and heart."

"LOL. Aging body? You look like a freaking Greek God! Wait, are you even over 25 years?"

He shakes his head. "Thank you for the compliment. One might think you hate them if you continuously ignore them, so I am surprised. I really did think you hate me." He looked towards me, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Well, I don't." I said, smirking at him. "Its very hard to be on my bad side."

Wow. Did I just smirk at him? Somehow, my real self is seeping through the cracks. I should not let down my guard too much. Actually, I shouldn't bully my teacher. That is just immoral.

"That's a relief." He said, an adorable smile starting to form. "And, I am 20 years old."

"20?! For a teacher, aren't you too young?"

"Well, I did mention that I was still a student right?"

"Yes." I said, analyzing him. His perfect face, and his perfect body. OMG why won't people go crazy over him? He is not skinny, but he was lean and seemed to do a lot of sports. He also has broad shoulders and a manly voice. Not extremely bold, nor thin. Just the perfect, attractive kind of voice.

He is like a rabbit. A perfect prey for people like me who likes to bully people. I never bullied anyone directly though. But I would love to bully him. He has such earnest reactions. It's very refreshing, since everyone around me has a facade. Not just around me. This world is getting filled with 'fake' people. I am no exception.

He caught me staring at him, and raised his eyebrow. "Are you checking me out Jane?"

"Hmm......maybe?" I said, smirking. "You are handsome after all."

And the most unexpected thing happened.

He blushed.

I stare at his face, perplexed. Really? Did he just blush because a student of his called him handsome? Don't people always say that? And he blushes this hard every time they do?! He is so red, that even in the dark, I can tell how his ears and his whole face got red.

I can't help but grin in satisfaction. That was a nice expression.

"Thank you." He said softly, his eyes fixed to the road. My grin gets bigger.

"You're welcome." I said. "Oh! Could you stop here?"

"Here? But I don't see a house anywhere." He said, calming down.

"Yes." I said, smiling. "Thank you for the ride."

"But let me drop you right in front of your house!"

"No thank you. I am already here. Since I owe you, I'll treat you to coffee or something. Drive back safely okay?" I huriedly open the door. "Thanks again!"

"No problem.. Oh, and come to school tomorrow. There is this important lecture I will give which is essential for you finals."

"Okz."

I rush out and jog towards my place. I won't let him see where I live. Nobody else knows, so why should he?

Today was fun, but I should not do such a thing again. Maybe I am too stressed these days? There is also my part time job tomorrow. I will not skip tomorrow. But there is one thing I am sure of.

He wants something from me. Either that, or he needs me for something. But in both cases, it's a danger for me. He is trying his best to be on my good side, right? I won't allow him.

I smirk.

As if I'll fall for his tricks. Even if I am just a 16 year old penniless girl, I can at least know when someone approaches me with ill intentions in mind.