I'm Crazy For You (Matthew Gray Gubler Love Story)

I Don't Know About This

*Britney's POV*

A weeks gone by and my relationship with Mr. Gubler has changed. We went from teacher/student to...I don't even know. I really hope the school board doesn't find out, it'd be terrible.

We haven't said anything, nor will we. I don't want him to get in trouble for being affiliated with me. We're doing pretty well at hiding it. People are just assuming that I think esteemly of Mr. Gubler. Well I did, they didn't need to know in what way.

We haven't kissed or hugged because in public, one he's twenty-five and two it'd be illegal. We talk everyday although we see each other everyday in class. If we aren't texting, we're talking on the phone. He sends me handwritten letters, it's precious.

He signs it with a different name though, like "Yours dearly, Romeo," my parents would NOT handle it well. They think he's just a pen-pal. I've never met anyone so perfect. Could I just have him and the entire world know?

"What is the term we use for the courts to determine which jurisdiction belongs to them?"

My eyes fluttered and I looked up still in my trans, "What..?"

"What's the term we use for the courts to determine which jurisdiction belongs to them?" He asks again politely.

I laughed at myself, I really needa work on when to daydream, "Uhm..that'd be Judicial Review.."

He nodded his head and continued with the lesson. I just stared blankly at my notes as I scribed his lesson in my notebook. I can't keep daydreaming about him. It isn't healthy...like I've dreamt about the man in my sleep already...

I've known him since tenth grade, this situation is so awkward and inappropriate.. I wouldn't want him to get fired for my stupidity. I cared about him.

Ninety minutes went by way faster than I thought they would. The bell rang and I stood to walk out. I looked at the floor as I walked to the wooden door.

"Britney, can I speak to you for a moment?"

My heart fluttered, "Ye..yessir."

He shut the door behind himself and put his hand under his chin, "I've noticed that you've been distracted lately, is everything okay?" He asks, eyeing me.

I couldn't make eye contact, my eyes were locked on the floor, "I.." I sighed, feeling my eyes water, "I honestly have no idea..."

He put his hands on my shoulders to comfort me, "You know you can talk to me..."

"I know..."

He gently squeezed my shoulders, "No need to be upset..."

I stood there silently for a few minutes, trying to word it in my head before I actually spoke. I tried looking for the right words but I gave up and gave it my best shot.

"Have you ever met the person of your dreams but you knew you couldn't have them..? Although you knew they were the only person in the world for you?"

I heard him breathing behind me, I could feel his breath on the back of neck, he tensed up, "I have..."

"Like you'd do anything you had to do to have the person? You're in irrevocably in love with them and there's literally not a thing in the world you can do about it?" I looked down at the floor still as I spoke, if someone would have been in the room they wouldn't have heard me because I was speaking so low.

His breathing got uneven and his hands gripped my shoulders tighter, "I do know the feeling...but you just have to stay positive and remember that nothing is permanent. If you truly love the person that much, you can't give up."

Tears ran down my cheeks, I wiped them away quickly so he wouldn't see, "But what if they don't feel the same way back..."

"Britney, any man would be a fool to not feel the same way back. You're an amazing, intelligent, beautiful, and charismatic young woman."

The tardy bell rang, and I groaned. I hate the rest of my classes. Mr. Gubler didn't have a second period so he didn't have any students. I grabbed my bag off of the floor and went to walk out but he was standing closer than I had expected and I bumped into his chest.

"S..s..so..sorry." I stuttered, looking down.

"I have a meeting, you can relax in here if you don't want to go to your math class. I know you hate it." He says, grabbing his bag and heading to the door.

I sat back down, putting my bag on the floor, "Th..thank you," he opened the door, "Mr. G?"

He turned around, "Yes, Britney?" He says kindly.

"Th..thank you for talking to me earlier.." I say, looking at him, "It meant a lot..."

He pursed his lips and held his hands together, "You know I'd do anything to help you if you needed me.."

I looked at my hands and chuckled, "Why can't other teachers be like you?"

"Because they wouldn't be able to handle this level of awesomeness." He laughed.

I laughed covering my mouth, "Isn't that the truth, hahah"

We exchanged smiles and he left the class, leaving me alone. I pulled out my WWII novel and read. My mind was literally everywhere else other than the book, I was reading without comprehending the words.

I've never really been the type to do so but I've been so out of it lately. I haven't "crushed" on anyone in years. My last crush was this boy in middle school named Daniel. At the time, I thought he was the cutest guy in the world.

We weren't friends but he was nice to me. His friends would tease me whenever they saw me, I wore glasses and they called me four eyes, it was annoying but I lived through it.

Somehow they found out I liked Daniel and told everyone at the pep rally for the basketball game. Horrified, I froze while everyone laughed and threw popcorn at me. Daniel never said anything, just gawked at me like I was a wild animal.

He didn't help, nor did anyone, so I knew he thought I was a freak. How couldn't he have? I mean, wasn't I? The girl who never talked, the girl who's only friends were her books and music, the girl who's alone in the world, the girl who's helplessly in love with her teacher?

Other than Mr. Gubler I had no one. My parents are always working and never have time at home, my older sister is at Harvard, my grandparents moved to Europe. I am literally alone in my life.

But I also don't want to mess up my relationship with him because if I fucked it up, I wouldn't have anyone. That's probably the last thing I want to happen...

The half bell rang causing me to jump.

"How's the reading going?" A familiar, perfect, smooth, calming voice asks opening the door.

I looked up to see him and I smile slightly, "Eh, it's going fine.."

He smiled, walking to his desk. He was quiet but he seemed like he was in a pretty decent mood. I looked at him from underneath my eyelashes, wishing I could read his mind.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"You're so beautiful..." I think I hear him say. I mean, that can't be it, can it? My eyes widened in confusion as I looked at him.