Cutie Pi

5

We spent over an hour going over everything I missed in that lesson, he brought me a blanket and some strawberries from his car and we sat on the staff room floor long after the rest of the school had gone home.

I felt much calmer after that, and I went to lessons as normal for the remainder of the week. Maths was of course my favourite. My stolen glances at Sir became reciprocated, and although I still did all the set work, I found it a little harder to concentrate, often touching the tip of the pen to my lips as the ghost of the memory of his floods my mind.

My favourite moments, however, were when he thought no one was watching, when he was very proud that a question he made up on the spot worked out perfectly, or if he was humming along to some alarm going off in the building because people forgot to lock a cupboard again. When people were running late and he commented on how they weren't rushing as he spied through the window, jump scaring them.

After class was good too, I now purposefully took my time packing up, all so we could have a brief moment alone, they felt like my sanity in this exam led, uncontrollable cyclical timetable of classes and homework.

Today, as I approached him, my arms wrapping around his side and my head snuggling into his neck, he pulled out an adorable mouse shaped box, "I made you lunch today,"

I gasped, opening the box, there were sandwiches without crusts and marshmallows and grapes and goldfish crackers, "I just remember you said you don't normally have time, and I want to make sure you're eating enough," he rambled as he scratched the back of his head, cheeks slightly pink.

I jumped up, arms wrapping around his neck, "Thank you so much, I love it," I beamed up at him and he relaxed into my embrace.

"Anytime, Isla,"