A Lovestruck Haze

chapter 5

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"This teacher is ridiculous." I murmur, walking to his desk as slowly as possible, a smug smile plastered across his splotchy face.

"What was that Morgan?" He inquires at the same time as I reach him.

"Nothing."

He grabs the paper I held out to him, "That's what I thought."

Fighting the intense urge to retort, I bite my tongue- not wanting a detention.

He sighs while flipping through the pages, clearly unimpressed.
"Morgan you said you finished this homework," He places my work- or lack of- down in front of him, "but this doesn't look complete."

"Yeah sorry I kinda lied." I looked to the clock in the corner of the room, showing there were 5 minutes until the bell. My foot tapped impatiently on the ground.

"You excited for lunch?" He asks out of the blue and I frown.

"Uh yeah, why?"

That same smug smile shows itself once again, "Because you're going to be spending it in detention."

My jaw drops.
"You asshole."

This only makes his smile wider, "Make that two detentions." 

The bell barely masked the next curse I spat out.

I didn't bother saying anything else before storming out of the room, towards detention.

Asshole, asshole, asshole and asshole was the only word repeating in my mind before I came to a stop before the detention room door, knocking.

And knocking.
And knocking.
And knocking.

Eventually the door swings open.

"Gods sake, stop knocking!" Ms Dean fumes and I find myself wondering why I was so unlucky... I was trying to avoid her after the other day.

She pauses momentarily.
"What are you doing here?" She asks, crossing her arms and I cross my arms right back at her.

"I could ask you the same thing." I reply curtly before moving past her, finding myself a seat at the back of the room.

Instead of sitting behind her table, she makes her way towards me.
I feign my displeasure— though I wonder why I needed to fake it— as she stops to stand in front of the desk I was sat at.

"I said, 'what are you doing here'." She repeats with a stern tone, and I almost choke on my spit.

Not attractive, not attractive, not attractive.

Playing with the rings on my fingers I reply, "My dog ate my homework, obviously."

She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Seriously?" I stifle a giggle.

"Nah im kidding, I just called the teacher an asshole."

"Of course you did."
Instead of considering what that meant, I focus on her back as she turned to walk away. She was wearing a long grey dress, the material showing off the shape of her ass before flowing down to stop just past her knees.

It suited her slim figure well, the belt— made of the same material— tight around her waist, the dress skin tight in... other places.

I snap my head to look at the floor, cursing myself for even looking.

She grabs something off her desk before making her way back over.
She places the sheet of paper in front of me and I can't hide my groan, "What's this?" I ask, kind of already knowing the answer. She smiles.

"It's a quick quiz you can complete to be let out for lunch." I grab the paper, quickly scanning my eyes over it.
"Quick? This has 50 questions on it!" I exclaim, staring at her in disbelief.

She merely stares back, bored, "Keep complaining and Ill add another 10."

I clamp my mouth shut and she smiles at my displeasure, turning around to begin walking.

Not being able to help myself, I part my lips to speak, "What are you? Some type of sadist? You must be simply revelling in my displeasure."

She immediately pauses in her step and I contain my giggle as she turns her head round.

"That's inappropriate," She drawls, "...Im going to add another 10 questions." And I catch a hint of a knowing smile before she turned back around, as though she knew exactly what she was doing .

I blink as I watch her walking like nothing had happened- but having expected to be yelled at, I decided this was an ok alternative and begin the quiz with a smirk.

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Slamming my pen on the desk I all but shout, "Done miss!" I wave the the two pages of work- one with the extra 10 questions- in the air enthusiastically to get her attention.

She glances over the top of her glasses before motioning for me to come over- I do.

"Look-," I point to the clock in the corner of the room, "I finished with 10 minutes left of lunch, aren't you so proud?"
She shuffled the papers before placing them face down on the desk, "Immensely."

I stare at her for a moment, before she looks up and does the same. Feeling slightly awkward, I look down at my feet.

"Sorry for being so... stern the other day, it was my first day at this school and i've only been living here for a few weeks." She suddenly blurts out and I almost gape at her.

"Uh, no it's all good," I stammer, rubbing my neck, "but why would you move here- to Moringdale? It's the lamest town for miles." She smiles and adjusts her glasses.

"Job opportunity," A tap of her foot.
"I haven't even found a place to live yet." She then confides, swallowing thickly and I frown.

"Where are you staying currently?" I ask, partially not expecting her to answer the personal question.

"In a hotel at the moment, but i'm looking at a property tomorrow that may prove suiting." She suddenly pauses as though realising who she's talking to.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be talking to you about my personal life," She says hurriedly, picking up her bag and standing, "you'd best be off to enjoy your last 5 minutes of lunch." She finishes with a close lipped smile.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I hope you find some place soon."

Her smile widens.

"Thank you," She replies and I turn to walk to the door.

"Good bye Ms Dean." I voiced over my shoulder, grabbing the door handle.

"Good bye Morgan."

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