This story is about Beca Mitchell, and there is a new teacher at her school.
At first she thinks that she just has a small crush on Miss Beale , but what happens when she realises she has fallen in love..
" But I don't have anything to sleep in. " Beca says.
" That doesn't matter. I can give you something of mine. " I probably had some clothes I could give to her.
" Chloe.."
I turn around and look at Beca. It feels like she's staring right into my soul and I can't help but admire her beauty.
" Thank you. Really. "
" It's not a problem at all Beca! I'm happy to help. I'm sorry that your dad gets like this when he drinks. "
Beca says nothing, but I can see tears forming in her eyes again. I quickly walk over to her and grab her hands.
" Don't worry about him now Beca. I'll take care of that tomorrow. Now.. What do you want to eat for dinner? "
" Surprise me.. " Beca answers with a little smirk.
" Oh I will. "
Beca lifts her eyebrow, and steps a little closer.
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I can hear my own breath hitching, when she looks down at my lips.
She starts rubbing her thumb over my hand and almost closes the gap between us.
It scares me how I feel. I should step away and tell Beca that this is not okay, but I don't want to. I want to stay with her like this. I want to feel the butterflies that I feel now forever. But I know I can't. She's my student for god sake!
Before I can do something, my phone starts ringing. Beca immediately steps away from me and starts looking at the ground. She's clearly embarrassed.
" Hello? " I ask when I pick up.
" Hello? Is this Chloe Beale? " An unfamiliar voice asks.
" Yess you are speaking with her. "
" Give me my daughter back, or I'll call the cops! "
" Who is this? " I ask confused.
" I'm Beca Mitchell's dad! And I know Beca's with you. So you better bring her home. "
I look at Beca. She looks back at me with scared eyes.
" I'm sorry but I can't do that. " I speak in to the phone.
" And why is that? " He asks getting to sound mad.
" You're drunk sir. You'll hurt her. I promise I'll bring her back tomorrow morning when you're better. "
" I tracked Beca's phone! I'm coming over right now! " He yells.
" Sir don't! You're drunk! You'll get in a car accident! "
But it was too late. He had ended the call.
" What do we do? " Beca asks me, looking terrified now.
