Adoring Ms. Stevens

Chapter 21

Shiranda's POV

   I'm getting stressed over this whole situation.  I need to talk to my therapist.

Deena has cooked breakfast for everyone, Shayla and I sitting at the dining table while Ms. Stevens eats at the counter.  Deena is eating on the couch.

"Deena, this is some really good food."  Shayla compliments.  Using the "butter her up" trick.  Noice.

"Aw, thank you, girl.  If you like my cooking, maybe I can cook for you sometime."  "Hehehe.  That would be great."

I feel like a pair of eyes are on me.  I look up to the counter, my eyes being met with Ms. Stevens'.  She gives me a one-sided smile.

I quickly look down, hoping no one saw us.  I know Deena and Shayla are all for us, but I don't need to hear anymore teasing.

I finish my food just as Shayla does.  I stand up and grab her hand.  "I need to talk to you."

I direct us to her room.  "Yo, what's up?"  "I am FREAKING OUT."  "Is it Ms. Stevens again?"  She says as she raises an eyebrow.

"I'm glad you know me oh so well.  Last night.......we.....danced together....and......we almost kissed."

"Holy shit, and she was sober?"  "She was SOBER."  "Oh yeah.  She totally has the hots for you.  So what are you freaking out about?"

"Kiera texted me before all that happened, and I'm really starting to feel bad, like I'm leading her on or something."

"But you're not.  You're not together, and you never promised her a relationship.  You're just keeping it casual.  You're still single, Ms. Stevens is still single, so it's fine besides the fact that she's your teacher.  Just relax, take a deep breath, and enjoy vacation."

I hug her tight, her hugging me back.  "Oh Shayla, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Crash and burn, but good thing I'm always here with you."  I pull away, seeing her smile.  "Love you, too."

"I'll always love ya.  And your sister.  Speaking of which, Deena and I danced together aallll night.  She was puttin' that thang all on me.  It was great."  She says, smiling and dancing.

"How did your vagina not come out of your pants?"  "I don't know, but I wanted nothing more than to take her to the bathroom."

"Good thing Terry wasn't there."  "Terry Shmerry.  Ugh, I hate the mention of her."  She responds, exasperatedly rolling her eyes, making me chuckle.

Ms. Stevens' POV

What was that about?  When I smiled at Shiranda, she didn't give me the reaction I was hoping for.

Is she going back to ignoring me?  If she is, I swear, it's like we go one step forward and ten thousand steps back.

Shiranda's POV

Deena and Shayla left to go hang out.  Something about a pet shop and dogs and shit.  And that leaves just Ms. Stevens and I alone in the house.

I've taken the liberty to walk around in just my sports bra and boxers.  Yeah, I'm walking around in my underwear.  Who gon' stop me?

I walk downstairs and see that Ms. Stevens is doing push-ups.  Push-ups in the living room?  She's such a musclehead, I swear.

I take the opportunity to sit on her back.  "Shiranda?"  "Yoooou guessed it."  "What are you doing on my back?"

"At the beach, we said we'd see how many push-ups you can do with me on your back."  "Oh.  Yeah, right."

She goes down and up again.  "1."  I say.  Ms. Stevens is a power monster.  We're currently at 100, and I don't think she's gonna stop any time soon.

"Alright, that's enough."  I say and get off of her back.  "Why'd you get up?"  She says, still doing her push-ups.

"Because your strong ass gon' keep going to a million, and ain't nobody got time for that,"  She laughs at my comment.  "I'm impressed, by the way.  Thickness is not light."

"Thank you.  It just takes practice."  "Slow down.  I'm not tryna be a musclehead like you."  I joke.

She stands up out of nowhere, getting closer to me.  I almost forget to breathe, looking up into her eyes.

"You don't like my muscles?"  "I-I never said that."  She puts her hand on the crook of my neck.  "It's for the aesthetic."  She says with a smile before walking over to the couch and plopping down on it.

I follow her.  "What do you mean?"  "My muscles are for aesthetic purposes.  I like looking this way."

I like it, too.

Don't say something stupid, Shiranda.

"Well, uh, it definitely works."  Bitch, what the fuck did we just say 🤦🏾‍♀️?  She turns around on the couch, facing me.

"You like my muscles?"  She says, smiling at me.  "I, uh, well, um, they- they look nice."

She turns back around and sits.  She pats the spot next to her.  "Come sit."  Uuuuuuuhhhh.....

I do as she says, putting some space between us.  She grabs the bowl of popcorn from the table.

"Did you have fun last night?"  She inquires.  She eats some of her popcorn.

"Y-Yeah.  Shayla and I were in the lounge area for quite a bit."  "Did you dance a lot?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess you can say that."  "Favorite part of the night?"  What is she......  What does she want from me?

I don't exactly wanna say that my favorite part of the night was dancing with her.  I gotta find another way to put it.

"Dancing to Nakala."  "That Nakala sure has some sexy music."  "Haha, yeah."  I answer, laughing nervously.

Please don't ask me anymore questions.

"Who'd you dance to her with?"  Why is she acting like she wasn't there with me when it happened?

I frown.  "Excuse me?"  "Who'd you dance to her with?"  "You already know the answer to that question."

"So you're saying me, right?"  "Yes?"  She smiles at me.  "So you liked dancing with me?"

Flustered mode: On.  "Um-  Well, I-"  My notification sound goes off, letting me know that I got a text.

"I gotta take this."  I say.  I quickly grab my phone and get the hell out of there.