Teacher X student (gxb)

Ch.1

Chapter 1

God who knows how long I'd been staring out the window watching her, instead of listening to the teacher teaching. But who could blame me? Seeing her standing there so gracefully and elegantly well the wind made her hair flow so perfectly.
It didn't matter.
It didn't matter that she was five times my age or that she was my 6th grade English teacher.
All that mattered was her.

It was almost as though she could sense me staring at her. Watching her. Fantasizing about her. In a matter of seconds her eyes met mine like a magnet. Why did I suddenly feel like I was caught doing something bad?

Her face was almost unreadable until she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly grinning. Grinning? Was I seeing right, the girl of my dreams, grinning at me? It felt as though it was just us. The two of us. Before I could even smile back the teacher called on me.

"Y/N, pay attention in class!"

I turn to the front of the class immediately. When the teachers back was facing me I look out the window, hoping to meet the eyes of the only girl i've ever loved. But I should've known. It was almost to good to be true, there she was, standing there with Mr.Bloom. Laughing at something that he had said.

How could she stand there and laugh with someone, someone like him. Before I knew it the bell rang and everyone was leaving for their next class. I look out the window one last time, hoping to at least see her walk away. And their she was. Walking away from me, back to class with her other students.

Well I walk to my next class I couldn't help but think of mine and Ms Jacobsons little interaction. I cringe remembering how she had caught me staring. The way she looked at me before grinning, I wonder what would have happened next if the teacher didn't call my name. If I had smiled back. But what much difference would it make?

I'm still the student.
And she's still my teacher.

Well I settle into my seat next to the weird girl of the school, Giselle, I get the sudden feeling something good is going to happen. And I don't just mean anything, I mean something very, very good. I was itching to know just what that might be. But considering I'm sitting by Ms Gardener, I'm not that lucky. Thinking yet again back to last period, I might just be a little lucky.

The bell rang again and everyone got into their seats but the teacher still wasn't here. Mr Bloom. Not that it worried me, I was just scared to think he might be somewhere in the school alone with Ms Jacobson. Walking next to each other. Laughing together. Occasionally bumping shoulders.

Well lost in my train of thoughts the classroom door opened. And it was at that very second I understood my luck. There she was. Standing right there before my eyes. Her ginger hair was half up, and she was wearing a long a modest blue dress.

"Hello class, Mr Bloom had some personal things to take care of. For the meantime I'll be supervising, take out your chromebook and get to work."

Her voice was like music to my ears. How could something sound and look so beautiful? Shutting the door behind her she sat down in Mr Blooms seat. She was sitting there watching the class occasionally picking at her nails. Believe me when I say I tried my very best not to look at her. Every now and then I would catch myself glancing up at her.

I look up at her one last time only to see she was already looking at me. How long had she been looking at me?
Did she only just look at me or was she already staring at me long before that...

"Is everything ok Y/N?" She asked gently with a soft smile.

God, the smile.

"Huh? Oh no, I- I'm fine. I just got dis- distracted th- that's all." I replied sheepishly, she smiled once again before looking away. God this was embarrassing. She already caught me staring at her once during last period, but again? I wonder what she thinks of me. If she only sees me as her student.

Will she ever see me as something more than that?

"PST Y/N!" Giselle whispered yelled getting in my personal space. I lean back trying to give space between us.

"Do you have any color pencils? I need to color in this eye I sketched. And don't look at it! It's really bad.... but I mean if you really want to look at it you can, I guess.."

"Uhh no. I don't have any." I lied. I'd rather not have her germs, I heard she has like dyslexia....

"I know you have some. Their right there." She said pointing to my slightly opened backpack. Of course they had to be out in the open.

"Their not sharpened." I say quickly.

"Oh that's ok I have a pencil sharpener!" She said reaching for my backpack.

"Hey stop it!" I yell a bit too loudly catching the attention of Ms.Jacobson and everyone else in class who I hardly knew the names of.

"Y/N!" Mrs Jacobson yelled making me still as a statue.

"I'm sorry-" I tried to say.

"Grab your stuff and sit over here." She said pointing to a chair that was by Mr Bloom's desk. I hesitantly get up and grab my stuff making my way to the front of the room. Seeing how close I'd be by Ms Jacobson I couldn't help but feel a little glad I got in trouble. I sit down slightly shaking, why was I so nervous?

She made me nervous.

Now that she was so close to me it was harder to not look at her. I mean just look at her, she's perfect in every way imaginable. I knew I was staring to long when she lightly giggled, looking up at me. For the hundredth time today I was caught. Only this I didn't look away.

And again it felt like it was just the two of us, no one else, just enjoying each other's presence. Or at least I was enjoying hers. Was she enjoying mine? Just a second ago she was screaming my name but now she's looking at me in a way that gives me comfort.

And then yet again, the moment was ruined by the sound of the classroom door opening. Mr Bloom. As soon as he walked in Ms Jacobson looked away, and got up walking towards the door.

"Thank you for watching my class well I took care of that problem." Mr Bloom said in which Ms Jacobson shrugged.

"It was no problem, your class was great." She said opening the door before turning back to me. "And Y/N, dentition in my classroom during lunch tomorrow."

And with that she left,
Leaving me speechless.