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I CAN'T TAKE my eyes off her. Y/N Y/L/N sits at the back off my lecture hall, scribbling endlessly onto her notepad. I point at something on the whiteboard before setting the class off with a writing task. No one really makes a noise, the faint murmurs between students is the only thing that raises above the silence.

Next to Y/N, sits Yelena Belova, whose reputation has a way of constantly proceeding her. I've heard three things about Yelena before she was transfered into my English class: she was loud, constantly flirting and had an eye on Y/N Y/L/N twenty-four-seven.

I go on teaching my class, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. It's hard for me to concentrate on the computer screen in front of me, especially when Y/N seems to sit purposely with ger legs apart every single time. It's not like she's ever wearing a pair of jeans either.

I glance at her again, feeling my heart racing in my chest. She looks up from her work and meets my eyes. I look away.

She smiles and returns back to her writing, leaning into Yelena when she's speaking. Y/N breaks away in a fit of laughter, which only brings me to a bout of anger. I withdraw from looking at her, but it's impossible to concentrate. Soon, the whole class has found their voices again, and I'm loosing my patience.

"I thought I asked for quiet." I raise my voice above the chatter. "Work in silence for the rest of the lesson." A groan reciprocates throughout the room. "You have Miss Y/L/N to thank for it. Y/N, see me after class."

I watch her glare turn soft, her pursed lips starting to lift into a smirk. She nods at me subconsciously before looking back at her textbook. I'm proud of myself, for some reason, which shouldn't be the outcome of that event. Yet, everytime I look back at her, she meets my eyes with that smirk of hers that made me fumble and draw a shaky glare through my eyes.

Class went by slowly, even for me. One by one, each of my students filed through passed my desk, dropping off assignments as they left. The room emptied, and only Y/N sat where she was, a smirk play with her lips.

Yelena is the last out.

"I'll meet you in five. This won't take long," Y/N promises, winking at her. Yelena scoffs, shaking her head and leaving through the door. I walk towards it, closing it blindly and following through with the lock. I pull on the blinds. Y/N plays with the rings on her fingers, hardly paying me any attention.

"Y/N, come down here please."

She doesn't say anything, but does what I ask. Her footsteps sound heavy as she trudges down the lecture hall. "What, Miss Maximoff? "