Banned To Touch | jenlisa

Chapter 6

LISA

I've been sitting here doing my homework for a solid twenty minutes. If Ms. Kim doesn't give me anything to do, I won't do anything. Still, the fact that I feel her keen gaze on me doesn't make it any easier for me to do my homework. On the contrary. It makes my knee twitch with nervousness.

I'm despairing of the integral calculus when I hear certain steps coming towards me and I stiffen automatically. Still, I keep going on with my assignments, even though in my head I curse math and especially Ms. Kim.

She clears her throat and even that tiny sound sounds so imperious that I subconsciously obey her silent command and raise my head. Her face is a freezing, unreadable expression and not for the first time I'm thinking of adding some tenderness to her, even if she looks bloody hot, especially with that square jawline and severity.

"Yes, Ms. Kim?" I ask monotonously and I am surprised myself that my voice sounds fixed.

"You can do your homework at a different time. For now, you'll help me put up the pop art pictures for the eleventh graders."

I just nod and stand up. I'd rather stay seated now than hang up pictures for the juniors. It's hard to believe that I'm a senior now.

We get the printed pictures from the smaller adjoining room, the art room, and I'm excited to say how jealous I am that they're allowed to do this now. We're working on making clay heads now, which I personally really like, but still: I love the 60's with Johny Cash and The Rolling Stones!

At a certain distance, I follow her out of the adjoining room and take tacks from the drawer of her desk to hang up the pictures.

"Hang them all in order along the bulletin boards. Then you clean the brushes." A demanding request, but that's fine with me.

I quickly take the sheets of paper from her hands, being careful not to brush against her fingers, and start pinning the pictures. I feel her staring at my neck and I try to shake the feeling away, telling myself I'm just imagining it. Instead, I try to focus on each image. Luckily I'm so enthusiastic about art and it actually helps. Why does our new teacher have to look so outrageously hot?

I neatly attach each individual picture. From Andy Warhol's famous Campbell's Soup Cans, to Roy Lichtenstein's fantastic, comic book-like ones, until an image pops up with bright red lips and an equally red tongue stuck out and can't help but smirk. Funny, I was just thinking about the Rolling Stones.

"Do you like her?"

I startle and would have dropped all the remaining leaves on the ground. Even if we don't touch, I still feel clearly how close she is behind me and I feel petrified.

"Y-yes." I stutter, caught. Stop stuttering and get the fuck together!

"Is that your turn?" I hear her voice again, which is a mixture of coolness and heat at the same time.

I frown in confusion and only now realize that I am at the end of the row of pinboards and now have to hang up the rest of the pictures via other pictures. However, with my 1.67, I'm not that tall in contrast to her.

"I can take a chair-" Before I can even finish the sentence, she takes the picture from my hands and, with a provocative slowness, hangs the picture over the portrait of Marilyn Monroe. My back is the length of a pressed stomach and her muscular arms are on either side of me. Any way to escape is taken from me and I lack breath. I keep blinking and trying not to think how much I would like to rub my butt supple against her crotch right now. The Rolling Stones' song "You Can't Always Get What You Want" suddenly comes to mind while my breathing quickens slightly.