Teasing Miss Bullock (TeacherxStudent/gxg)

| Chapter 7: Subtle feelings

a/n: Sorry for so late update people... I don't know if I need to say this, but I'm currently finding a job for income lol haha anyway hope you like the story and please don't be a silent reader. xx

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Thursday is boring, Sandra is ignoring me the whole day which is funny, but there's an ache deep inside me that I laugh about,

Crystal is still guilty of triggering my anxiety but I told her to forget it, mama and papa starts arguing recently which is hard for me to see, and pushily call it a day.

The Alarm clock rang for me to know 'it's another day of struggle' I yawn and stretch like a cat "Happy Friday" I tell myself in a morning voice.

I immediately stand and start readying myself for school, I use to impress school guys and girls and also teachers so why not wear Trousers and stripes collared tops, I headed downstairs seeing my mother working on the counter with puffy eyes and clamp hair.

"Mom, what happened? You're hurting" I don't really ask 'are you ok' because it's a foolish question, my mother is silent and motions me to one chair and I comply... "eat breakfast, I'll- I mean we'll tell you if it's time" mama nonchalantly speak gaining an uncomfortable hold from me.

I ride my bike to school still my mind is in a cloud of question about my parents, I rebuke all the possible bad may happen to our family, and a tear roll down my eyes as I park my bike near the grills, I wipe it and clear my thought dreading to look tough,

I walk inside the school and proceed to my locker to put my lunch noticing a familiar figure next to me "Hey..." she pokes my shoulder "Hi bitch..." I reply trying to cheer my day "So you will not gonna tell me that you accompany miss Bull-" I cover her mouth to prevent nosey students from hearing that thing around us

"How do you know?" "I saw her yesterday idiot!" "I'll tell you, but not now, and you already know" I held down my hand and look at the floor "care to elaborate... I mean, So when will you tell me? It's no big deal" crystal threw it as an understatement... it's Not big deal but a Huge deal for me, I have this thing for Sandra that I cannot explain and it's creeping me out...

"maybe someday, It is hard to explain, Tally" I gesture for us to proceed to our next class.

Our 1st and 2nd periods were like bad karma smoothies – all I did was overthink, and now I feel like an alien in my own body. It's like I'm tiptoeing into a reality where my life isn't perfect, and fate is throwing a reality check my way.

"Miss Fernandez!!" Miss Knowles, our art-P.E. multitasker, yanks me from my existential crisis, and I raise my eyebrow like a confused detective. "What's the order!?" she demands, and I squint my eyes, even more, trying to decode her question. "Uhm, hamburger, fries, and Nestea, please?" The whole class erupts in laughter, and Miss Knowles is desperately trying not to join the comedy show.

She regains her composure, realizing my accidental punchline, and with a stern face, she lectures about classical architecture. A student, ever the overachiever, dives into a detailed explanation of Doric, Ionic, Corinthian, Tuscan, and composite orders.

"Detention After Class!!" Miss Knowles commands, and I whine theatrically, "But miss!!" She shoots me a death glare, shutting down my protest faster than you can say 'architectural mishap.'

The 2nd-period end bell Rang off and Miss Knowles's phone rang, I slowly pack my things and throw them at my back, Crystal wait keeps listening to us as miss Knowles call me to talk for a second "Tell me what's the wrong Novel?" she asks, I know I haven't told you that Samantha Knowles and I are a friend too,