More Issues Than Crimson (Sequel)

Chapter Twelve

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The English teacher seems nice and for some reasons, all the guys can't get over her. She's pretty. That should probably be an understatement - She is the undoubted meaning of freaking gorgeous. I would say an extra from a Wild n' Out episode but let's not be hyperbolic.

"Brook, please submit the notes for marking and I'd like to see you," Miss Betty says and I nod, keeping my note aside so others can submit.

They boys quarrel about her not considering them responsible enough to submit the notes but she chuckles with three fingers over her mouth and her nude coloured nails leave an impressed smile on my lips. She walks out of the class.

Everyone passes their notes to my table and I count them in twos. One person is missing. "Please submit!" I announce as I stand up and look around. Kamsi stands up and hands his note to me, looking a bit perplexed. He wipes his sweat with the back of his palms and shuffles his legs back to his seat.

Kamsi is the same guy that met me at the field on my second day in Crimson. The one that said the guys have been gossiping about my round butt. Yes - That Kamsi.

I head out to the staff room but stop at the corridor. He's probably tensed up because of the classwork. I open his note to see what he wrote but he got everything flawlessly. His handwriting is even worth every mark, even if he got the question right or not. And his answers are somewhat better than what I wrote.

Then what's wrong?

I'm about to close the book when I see a piece of paper by the second side. Probably a rough sheet, I think. I open it up and it's a letter. Which letter exactly?

Dear Miss Betty,

Sorry for coming in this tragically. I know it's absurd, stupid and kinda hilarious but I've got something important to say to you. I may not be able to prove it but it's true.

I really like you. Not as a teacher - something more. It's sort of foolish, I know. But then I can't keep it to myself anymore. I tried but I can't get my mind off you - It's hard to concentrate when you have your worst distraction swaying her hips and biting her lips in your front. And it's even harder knowing you can't do anything to express how you feel...

I don't know what I expect but I'd love to ask you out if you don't report me to school authority.

Kamsi...

Whoa...

Like, wait a minute.

Think.

Process.

Kamsi has a freaking crush on Miss Betty. What the hell is he thinking? She'd agree to date a high school teenager who's very much indecisive and can't tell his left from his right. Is he crazy?!

I'd be insane to profess my love to a teacher. What is he expecting? A kiss on the lip and a yes from her? Damn, he's even stupider than I expected - if that's a word. She'll definitely report him to school authority. It's unbelievable.

To save his precious little reputation, I fold and place the paper meatly in my skirt and run off to submit the notes. I knock lightly and walk in. Her phone plays Bounce by Ruger and she sings the lyrics effortlessly with her matte nude lips opening and closing lightly to each word.