Never once in my life, had I thought that I would end up falling for my own homeroom teacher but at the same time, I knew that we were not meant for each other.

Being from two different families which could never be together was the first reason, the second was because he was too older than me, and the third reason is the moment I get into a relationship with him he is bound to die like everyone else I knew did.

These three reasons was haunting my whole life. Being a high school kid who never once had the chance to enjoy his life. I myself always regretted the fact that I was even born into a secretive family like mine.

In everyone else's eyes, I was non-other than the troublemaker kid who never once participated in a class but since the day he appeared in the class, I had never taken my eyes off the books.

Not of the books but off of him.

To him, I was just a kid in his class.

Exams were drawing near which was telling me that I will get more time to spend with him. He would always sit closer to me in after-school studying sessions and explain the problems to me. Every time he sits closer to me I pretend not to understand the problem over and over again so that I can get a closer look at his eyes nose and lips.

His sight itself was mesmerizing.

"Young Master Harrison, why can't you understand it no matter how hard I try to explain it to you? If it is that hard why don't you try solving it yourself until the extent you understood? I will help you from there onwards." He would say.

I would pick up my pen and the book and solve the problem clean and surprise him. The smile he shows was making my heart beat crazy making me crave for him even more.

But being a student I couldn't find a way to ask him to be in a relationship with me. He was a man with a family that was full of educated people while mine, on the other hand, was full of criminals who had never even seen a book until they decided to live their life the way they want.

Like most of people would call me, "Mafia's son"

But no one else at school other than myself knew that I was a part of the mafia the only thing they knew about me was the fact that I was from a very well-educated aristocratic rich family who is leading a quiet life in the countryside.

The sole reason that I was living in the countryside was not because of Aristrocraty or anything but because my parents wanted to hide away the fact that we were the ones who were doing all sorts of heinous business in the country.

The only person who knew about me liking my own teacher was my bodyguard who was 7 years older than me and came to take care of me as soon as he graduated from high school.

"Today is the day. I am going to ask my parents for it." I need him with me. I thought in my mind over and over again.

From today onwards I will start my game and if he is not going to be mine he will belong to no one else either, whether it is going to be a man or a women I will kill it!

"Did you get me the file I asked you for?" Harry asked the man who was sitting in the front seat of his car.

"Yes, young master, he handed over the file to Harry who was sitting in the back seat.

This is indeed a file full of surprises, he thought. There were no criminal records it was full nothing but of academic achievements and though being very young Mr Felix already had 2 separate degrees.

And it was only then I realised that he was only 7 years older than me.

"No wonder he was able to get into a school like ours. His qualifications are indeed impressive."

"You master," the man sitting in the front seat interrupted. "Do you really think that this is a good idea? If this goes wrong your homeroom teacher is going to end up dead. If that happens do you think that you will be able to handle it?"

"That is my business to deal with, keep your mouth shut. I will talk to my father myself tonight."

"Yes, master I am sorry for interrupting you." The bodyguard turned back.

When they got home it was already passed 4 PM in the evening, Harry walked along the trees until his father got home. Being a child who lived alone since he was young, he never believed in friends.

But the day he saw Felix was different, it was something more than friendship that he felt from him. The moment he appeared in front of him, Harry wanted to prosses him it was as if he was obsessed with him.

No matter how much he liked him, he controlled himself so that he won't be crossing the line. He didn't want his dear teacher to be in trouble.

"Young master, the master just arrived home." A woman said.

"Thank you. You may return now. I will be back in a minute." Harry said looking at the tree that was in front of him. He remembered how he planted it with his mom when he was young. It was the only thing that existed that belonged to his mom.

His past memories crossed his mind for a moment reminding him of how his mother died. Everyone he was close to passed away. So he distanced himself from his own father no matter how hard his own father was trying to give him everything and take care of him.

After a few minutes of being there, he returned back home. He saw his father sitting in the living room looking at the file that he was supposed to give him.

"If you want him as your teacher you can have him. I don't mind."

"Barron give this teacher a call and ask him to come and tutor Harrison." He got up from the place he was sitting and walked away.

Harry raised his voice and said 'Thank you.' It was the first two words that he talked to his father in the whole year.