A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 8

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I wipe my sweat lined my brow as I make my way to the maths classroom, 10 minutes earlier than I needed to be.

There was a little hop to my step as I went, feeling energised after a long morning of sprinting and working out.

I arrive in front of the door, turning the handle and welcoming myself in.

It seems my teacher hadn't been expecting this, and instead sat with her head laid back against the chair with closed lids.

I take a few steps closer until I was little less than a metre away. I watch as her breath rises at a slow, steady pace, her chest moving up and down.

At the same time I realised how weird I looked, her lashes flutter and her eyes open. They widen significantly as she realised someone stood before her.

"Morgan," She spluttered, sitting up with a start, "What are you-," She stops and glances down at me; at my body.

I was so painfully away of everywhere her eyes wandered, from my too-tight shirt to the way my leggings hugged both my curves and my legs. Slowly, her eyes meet my own, the look in them unreadable.

"What are you looking at Ms Dean?" I smirk and she coughs.

"You smell of smoke." She blurts, colour staining her cheeks like a deep wine.

A poor attempt at changing the topic.

I breathe into my hand, "No, you must be mistaken." I reply smugly, shrugging my shoulders and watching as her eyebrows raise disapprovingly.

"Yes, yes I'm sure," She murmured, and then added with a stern tone, "but seriously, smoking is not good for you."

I make sure to groan loudly at that, rolling my eyes jokingly.

"There's no evidence that I was smoking." She presses her lips together and sighs.

"Ok then Morgan." She replies simply.

I look to the clock and discover there's still 6 minutes until class officially starts.

She suddenly clicks her tongue, "Well if you decided to come early you can at least make yourself useful," She points to the pile of textbooks sitting on her desk.

"Whatever you want ma'am." I grab the books and begin walking around the classroom, placing a book on each table.

After the final one was laid, I reach toward my pocket before realising there wasn't one.

"Do you happen to have any gum on you?" I ask and Ms Dean gives me a knowing look.

I glare at her, "Don't look at me like that, I just really crave some minty freshness is all." A smile tugs on her lips and she sighs.

"No but I have some lemon water if you want." She offers instead and I walk over to her desk.

She watches me before reaching down and bringing up a yellow bottle. She shakes it gently before extending her arm to me, "For your breath."

Taking it from her, I drink. It was tangy and quite frankly, gross.

"What is this shit." I say with a moan, and she briefly stiffens at the sound, before relaxing.

"I told you, it's lemon water."

The water bottle was swiftly returned to her desk and she smirks.

"Yeah well it's quite disgusting, I don't know how you can tolerate it." My lips curl in distaste.

She licks her lips, "It's an... acquired taste." She says slowly, her eyes raking over me once again.

My eyes don't leave hers.
"It is."

The bell rings for the next period, interrupting the silence.

"Sit down." She directs and I spare a final glance at her before sitting at my desk.

"Who brings lemon water to school anyways?"

"Be quiet and get your maths book out."
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