A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 2

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The door creaked a little too loudly for my liking, alerting the entire class of my arrival. So as I hurriedly made my way to a seat at the back, I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.

"You're not going to say good morning?"

Turning my head back, I laid eyes on a woman whom I assumed was my teacher. Brunette hair tied neatly back in a high ponytail, glasses perched atop her nose and sultry lips tilted slightly upwards in a lazy smile.
I very nearly stumbled into my chair as I beheld the sight before me, "Er, yes miss... Good morning."
A flick of her eyebrow was the only recognition she showed before she made her way back to the front.

Unable to decide what else to do with my eyes, I focused them on the desk as I steadied my chair and sat. Taking a deep breath, I then grab out a notebook and a pen, opening to the first page and writing the date in the corner.

My eyes find the whiteboard where the teacher was standing just as she opens her mouth to speak.

"Good Morning class, my name is Ms Dean and as you're already aware I will be teaching your general maths class this year." She scans the room before continuing, "I expect respect and I do not tolerate tardiness. You will be here at the second bell and you will be seated and ready to learn, whether you like it or not." She flashes a smile. The class does not return it.

"Do I make myself clear?" A few shuffle in their seats and yet the room is clear of any noise.

Ms Dean walks to her desk and places both hands on the wood, leaning forward.
"I forgot to mention: you will respond the first time I ask you to. Now, i'll repeat myself: do I make myself clear?"

This time the class responds in a chorus of 'yes's'and 'yes miss's'.

She seems content at this and begins her lesson.

I was a little taken aback by this sternness, yet copy down the notes she'd written. My mind wanders to other things, like my girlfriend. I take a quick glance at my teacher, ensuring she was facing away, before pulling my phone from my pocket.

I shoot a quick text to Kylie.

Morgan:

Got to math class. Teacher is strict as fuck.. wonder if i'll make it through this year alive

She responds almost immediately.

Kylie:

sucks for u lol, i've got english and my teachers super laid back and funny- guess i can't say the same 4 urs tho

I smirk and move my finger across the screen to reply back.
"Morgan pass me your phone." My head snaps up and I shove my phone between my thighs.
Lucky me, I didn't seem to notice the sudden silence in the room and now had a teacher breathing down my neck.

But instead of handing it over I attempt a distraction, "How do you know my name?"
She sighs and puts her hand in front of my face,
"Doesn't matter, hand it over." She motions with her fingers and I hesitate before placing it on her exposed palm.

She closes her hand around it and steps away.
"You can stay behind after class- clearly you've already forgotten what i've told you." She says, before turning on her heel and leaving.

My head slams on the desk in frustration and it stays that way for the remaining 45 minutes of the lesson.

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Students were filing out of the room while i stayed face first on the table. I could hear footsteps approaching me, yet chose to ignore them.

"Morgan sit up." Ms Dean directs, and I comply- not wanting to make her more mad than she already was.

I study her face intently, taking in her dark eyes, so brown they could be mistaken for black, accompanied by arched brows.
Something was familiar about her, and yet I was almost certain I'd never seen her before.

"Morgan I'd think that at your age I wouldn't need to remind you to keep your phone away during class." She sighs, pulling a chair to sit in front of me.

"Yeah I thought so too." I reply with a small smirk and she purses her lips. She retrieves my phone from her pocket and observes it as though she'd never laid eyes on one before.

"Ms, I know my phone is real interesting and all, but I'm going to be late to my next class so could I just have it back?" She fixes her attention back to me and shakes her head.

"You've got lunch early today so there's no rush." She replies simply.

I groan, "Yeah well my point still stands- I don't wanna be late to lunch either."

She seems to ponder this and chews on her lip.
"Fine, but if I see you with this-," she pauses and gestures to the phone, "-out in class again, you'll have detention," And with that, she stands and sets the phone on the desk, pushing it slightly towards me, "Enjoy your lunch Morgan."

"And also I have a role call, obviously I'm going to know your name." She adds, and I suspect it doesn't warrant a verbal acknowledgment so instead I nod and grab the phone before walking towards the door.

But I find myself pausing to look briefly over my shoulder and at the woman now sitting in her chair, legs crossed and pen in hand.

One class with her and I wasn't sure whether I was sick of her or... wanted more

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