gold dust woman

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i hope my one reader enjoys the extra long chapter ahahaha 
Miss James' POV

i rolled over in my queen sized bed to find someone else already in bed with me.

"what the hell" i said while still waking up. the person was fast asleep, so i subtly leaned over them to see their face. holy shit. it was sara. why the hell was sara in my BED? she began to stir, and she eventually opened her eyes.

"hey baby" she said. i was so shocked and confused. once she fully woke up, she threw one of her legs over me and was straddling me. i was too shocked to even say anything. she put her hands on both sides of my face, and leaned down to close the gap between up. her soft lips met mine while her hands began to wander down my body. we were full-on making out when one of her hands reached my inner thigh. she worked her way up from there, and i threw my head back and released a moan.

"sara" i moaned. i actually woke up this time to my alarm going off. i sat up in bed and pulled my knees into my chest, thoroughly confused as to why the hell i was dreaming about sara? jesus christ she was my STUDENT. sure her attractiveness has never gone unnoticed, but she was still my student, and a minor for gods sake. i had the same mental battle yesterday once i got home from the field trip. why did i hold her hand?! and why did it give me butterflies?

i sat in bed thinking for way too long, and i was definitely going to be late for school. i quickly threw on a pencil skirt and a black blouse, with some hoop earrings. i slid my feet into some heels, and i was out the door.

thankfully, i wasn't too late and my class occupied themselves. i didn't have sara until later in the day, which was probably good, since i'd be able to compose myself before i see her. it was a break hour where the students could hangout and get a snack in the cafeteria if they wanted. i decided to wander over to the cafeteria to get a coffee. i immediately noticed sara sitting by the window, her long brown hair beautifully strewn over her shoulders. she was writing in a notebook, completely unaware of the fact i was staring at her. oh my god why was i staring at her? i shook myself out of my thoughts and grabbed a coffee, starting to walk back to my classroom. it was then that i heard yelling from the opposite side of the cafeteria. to my surprise, sara was one of the ones doing the yelling.

"you're a fucking whore ilsa i hope you know that! someone needs to tell your skank ass that it's not okay to toy with people's hearts!" sara yelled. then, the girl sara was yelling at, i'm assuming her name was ilsa, smacked sara across the face. i rushed over to sara as quickly as i could. tears were streaming down her face.

"ok, ilsa, you go take a walk and calm down" i said, inserting myself between the two of them

"but i didn't even-" ilsa said.

"now." i said in my teacher voice. sara was now fully crying, and her cheek was red.

"okay come on lets get out of here" i said, putting my hand on sara's back. i guided her outside, to the garden that i found her in the other day. she sat down on a bench, and i sat next to her. she was still crying, and gasping for air. without thinking, i put my hand on the other side of her head and guided her head onto my shoulder. she rested her head on my shoulder.

"do you wanna tell me what happened?" i asked.

"ilsa is my ex girlfriend, and we didn't end on good terms. she was making out with her boyfriend right in front of me and eyeing me the whole damn time" she said between sobs. i tilted my head slightly to rest it on top of hers.

"but you know yelling about it wasn't going to help right?" i said.

"i know, i wasn't thinking" she said. i lifted my head and took her head in one of my hands so i could look at her cheek. i wiped her tears with my thumb while she leaned into my hand. her eyes met mine and it took everything in me to not kiss her right then and there, but anyone could've walked out. we held eye contact for a few seconds, and i held her cheek in my hand, but i pulled myself out of my thoughts and said,

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