Ok. Since I'm still getting reviews about chapter 7, I'll go ahead and update with a epilogue. But for those of you who don't know, "Fin" means "End." Which means, no more chapters. So, the epilogue is going to be the last one. I may write a sequel if you all are persistent enough like you were about "the next chapter." But ok. Here goes the epilogue. This is the last one, ok?

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Those who think I do are generous, but stupid.

'…' Though

"…" Speech

Months had gone by with "Substitute Darien" and the kids had become increasingly fonder of him. Letting him go would be hard. Even to Darien, letting the kids go would be hard.

'They're decent people.' He thought to himself on the eve of the last day of school; His last day with the kids as far as he knew. 'How am I just supposed to just tell them, walk out of there, and never see them?' He had started to experience what every teacher experiences with their students. Attachment. And it had only been 3 months.

"What about Serena…" He said out-loud to the walls of the empty classroom, just after the bell had rang.

'You fool.' His inner voice popped up. 'You'll still see her, dumbass. You saw her every day before this. And now that she's actually fond of you, she's going to be avoiding you less. What are you bitching about?'

He sighed. "I don't know." He stood up, collecting his things, preparing to go home for the day. His detentions with Serena had ended yesterday and he was free, so to speak.

'Free,' He thought to himself once more, as he stuffed papers into his briefcase. 'I don't want to be "free."'

He started towards the exit and looked back on the classroom. "Well, at least I still have Serena to bug everyday." He laughed a little to himself and turned off the lights.

A voice popped up. "I don't think so, buddy."

He turned around with a start. "Jesus! Serena, what are you doing here?" His eyes narrowed in frustration.

"I forgot my bag, you dork. I was just coming by to get it." She squeezed past him through the doorway and hurried to get her bag.

"Even when I don't give you detentions, you still find ways to see me. I think you have a little crush, Serena." He said to her as she approached to exit the classroom once again.

"Keep telling yourself that, loser." She stuck her tongue out at him. "I don't date old men."

"Old men! I'm only like 3 and half years older than you. Your birthday is in June and it's the end of May! I'm not that old, thank you. And lots of women would love to date me." He said proudly, blocking the exit to the classroom.

Serena tried pushing him a little. "Come on Darien. Seriously. I have to get home. I have chores and things to do. Cut me some slack!" She pouted, and Darien didn't stand a chance.

"Ok, ok." He moved from the doorway, out into the hall. "Do you want a ride home? I can get you there faster."

"Oh would you, Darien? Please?" She jumped up and down, pouting still.

"I offered, Meatball Head. Yes I'll take you home." He put a friendly arm around her shoulder and started off in the direction of the exit, towards the Teacher Parking lot.

Over the months, Darien and Serena had become increasingly closer. Since they both had admitted they didn't hate each other, there was really nothing standing in the way of a friendship anymore.

"Darien," Serena started as they were almost to his car. "Why were you justifying me dating you?"

"Oh I was not." He opened the door to get it. She did the same.

He closed the door and started the car. "I was saying that I wasn't old, which I'm not, by the way. Twenty is not old."

"Darien…" Serena started again, but in a mousy voice he hadn't heard since the Saturday she told him she didn't hate him. "I think I…"

He had a feeling where this was going, and didn't want to deal with it now. "Guess what!" He interrupted. "Tomorrow's my last day with the class!" He tried to sound exited about it.

Serena gasped. "What!" She looked at him wide-eyed.

"Yeah…" His enthusiasm had faded. "Tomorrow, as far as I know, is my last day with you all."

"But… but… You just can't leave like that!" She turned and grabbed his arm. They were still sitting in the parking lot, so it wasn't a danger.

""Just leave like that?" Serena, I don't have a choice." He averted his eyes from hers as they were starting to tear up. He couldn't stand to see her really cry. Whining-crying was one thing, but to really cry was something he just couldn't take.

"Serena… don't. Its not like you won't see me! You saw me every day before this, didn't you?" He took her hand to comfort her, still not looking at her.

She sniffled. "Yeah I guess that's true. But what about everyone else?"

"Well, they'll just have to come to the Crown if they want to see me so damn much." He squeezed her hand comfortingly, then let her go and began to pull out of the parking lot.

'One more confession successfully averted. Darien-1, Serena-0." He smiled to himself. But did he really not want to know? He knew inside that Serena wanted him, but saying it out loud may have been too much to take. She was young.

'You said it yourself, stupid. She's only 3 years younger than you. Way to justify something you "don't really want."' He mind slapped him with that one. It was right.

'But I'm still her teacher.' He argued back with what he thought was a point. 'Only one more day of it, though. Inner Darien-2, Outer Darien-1, Serena-0.' He mocked himself.

'That's it,' He thought to himself. 'I've had it. I just don't really give a damn. What's the most that can happen? She rejects me, freaks out, tells the cops, I lose my license, and have the whole town label me as a child molester.' He smirked.

"I'll take the odds…" He said out loud and pulled into the next parking lot.

"Darien, what the hell! I have to get home, remember? She poked him forcefully.

He looked over at her with a look he had never given her before. "Darien… why are you looking at me like that? What are you thinking?" She tried to mask the panic in her voice.

"Serena, do you want me?" He asked her plainly. She looked down and blushed.

"Because I want you. I've wanted you in the worst way, for the longest time. But since I'm still your teacher, and apparently an "old guy," I wasn't going to act on it. But I can't keep going on pretending like my attraction to you isn't there." He sighed the deep sigh only relief can give you. "Now that you know, I feel better." He moved to exit out of the parking lot.

He suddenly felt her hand over his. "Darien," Serena began. "I do want you. I thought you knew that." He looked over at her, seeing her give him a look she never had before.

"I've wanted you for a long time. But I never really realized it until that Saturday detention you gave me when you first got here." Her voice was mousy once again.

He moved his hands back to the steering wheel, gripping it. "So what do you want to do about it?" His voice was just above a growl. He looked over at her, expecting her to still be studying the floor.

She was looking right at him, though, with that look he had never seen until these silent, passion-filled moments in the car. "Well, what I want to do is kiss you, but I don't think I should."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because?"

"You're my teacher."

"Only for one more day."

"That doesn't change things. And besides, I really need to get home."

"There's plenty of time for that." The conversation ended when he leaned over and kissed her.

She immediately responded in a way he wouldn't have guessed from her. She unbuckled her seat belt and scooted over on to his side, straddling him.

He put his arms around her, squeezing her against him. He broke the kiss off. "Do you really have to be home?"

"Yes." She whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. Meanwhile, his groin had responded to her close proximity.

"Serena, I don't want to corrupt you." He seemed to say out of nowhere.

She felt his manhood pressing against her. Feelings were beginning to stir that she had never felt with someone else before.

"Darien?" She squirmed around in his lap, the feeling growing stronger the longer he was pressed against her womanhood. Her breathing increased.

He groaned. "Serena… if you want to get home any time tonight, you need to stop moving around like that." His hands gripped her hips, subconsciously pressing her against him more.

"Well I would, but you seem to have other plans." She grated against him harder, the feeling building. "I didn't know this could happen just pressing against someone." Her statement was innocent and naive.

"Didn't know what could happen?" He managed to choke out. He wanted to take her right there.

"I feel like I'm going to-" She cut herself off with a little squeak and shuddered slightly. The feeling was almost too much for her to take. 'Just a little harder…'

"Oh god." Was all Darien could get out as he realized what she was about to do.

Wasting no time, he leaned up and whispered in her ear. His breath sent shivers down her spine and made her increasingly wetter.

"Serena… please. You can't I wont be able to-" He leaned his head against her as she rocked harder on him.

"I really, really want to take you, Serena. Do you want that?" He continued.

"Mmm… Darien… ah!" Her fuse was growing shorter with ever rock against his engorged manhood. He was pressing right against her sweet spot.

"Come on, Serena. Come. Come for me. Let me take you…" He whispered again, nibbling on her earlobe.

"Ah… Darien!" She gripped his shoulders. "Please… I want you… to be… my first!"

To her dismay, Darien immediately lifted her away from him. "If I'm to be your first, when you cum with me, it's not going to be in some cheesy decked-out car. It's going to be in a soft, fluffy bed."

She whined. Her release was so close, and he took that from her. She began to pout and turned her other leg back over him, sitting in his lap normally.

He held her against him in a more loving that passionate manner this time and kissed her cheek. "Serena… I'll make you cum. Let there be no mistakes about that. You'll cum… a lot harder than you ever did with your right hand." He blew in her ear again, sending more erotic shivers down her spine.

She looked at him with passion-filled eyes and smirked. "Do you have a cell phone?"

"Yes."

"Can I use it?"

"No."

"Darien!"

"What for?"

"To call my mom."

"And?"

Her smirk crept wider across her face into a sexy grin. "To tell her I'm 'staying the night at Molly's.'"

The phone was immediately at her disposal.

End

I mean it this time. This IS the end. If you really want more erotica you little pervs (I say that lovingly. I, too, am a pervert), I need someone to give me a site to host my fics. (I call them hentai-fics.) For I really try to keep it clean… as clean as my mind can get, anyway. ;)

Love,

Evelyn