"our little secret" (a student/ teacher relationship)

chapter 3

I woke up in the middle of the night to a text message on my phone. I checked my alarm and it said 3:41 A.M.

Grr… who could be texting me at this hour?  I asked myself. When I looked at the screen of my iPhone I didn’t recognize the number but opened the text curiously and as I read I couldn’t stop the blush from creeping onto my face and the butterflies from attacking my stomach, don’t ask me how I knew but I just did, It was from Mr. Hudgens.

 Good night Miss. Block, be sure to be at school tomorrow. –Lukas.

I was so shocked I couldn’t believe he’d texted me. This is way bad, only one text message, that didn’t even say anything remotely romantic and I’m already falling hard, something is definitely wrong with me. As I was contemplating whether or not to respond to his text another thought came to mind, how did he get my number? The thought of him asking someone for it shot a thrill of pleasure up my spine. After about 3 minutes of thinking through all my options I decided on ignoring the text. It was wrong to be texting my teacher and it was definitely wrong to have feelings for him, especially because he is five years older than me. So, after shutting my phone off in case he decided to send me another late night text, I fell back asleep very pleased with my responsible decision.

In the morning I woke up and felt great no thanks to Mr. Hudgens text last night (or should I say Lukas). I decided to put effort into the way I looked today. It was time to stop being embarrassed about what I’d done and take action. I don’t know what it was but for some reason this morning I’d woken up with a whole new look on my situation. I have the hots for my teacher and so what? It’s probably just a teenage crush and it’s not like I kissed him or anything, so I’ve officially decided to dress to impress and see where the chips fall. I started off with curling my hair in loose waves down my back for my hair and light neutral tones that will compliment my eyes for makeup. For wardrobe I decided on a jean mini skirt and a white spaghetti strap with lace trimming and a thin olive green long sleeve cardigan, for shoes I decided on gold strappy sandals. I checked myself in the mirror one last time and decided I was perfect so I grabbed my things and left for school.

On my way to school I turned on my phone to find one text from Casey at 8:30 A.M this morning saying that she wasn’t going to be able to meet me at the oak tree as usual because her and her mystery man were going to hang before school. Cool  I thought to myself, I’ll just head into first period early and catch up on my reading. While walking up the steps to get to the front doors of the school I heard my phone beep from my back pocket with a new text message. I opened the message quickly thinking it could be from Casey with an update on how her rendezvous with mystery man was going when I recognized it was the same number from last night. My heart leaped into my throat and I opened the text eager to see what he’d written me.

Meet me in my room in 5 minutes.” He’d sent.

I’ll be there in 2. I sent back. I was so excited but also very afraid. What could he want?

I walked to his room slowly and let my legs drag me forward while my mind was thinking about kissing his face; I was so distracted I didn’t see someone step into my line of vision I only felt when burning liquid attacked my chest and before I knew it I let out a high pitched scream.

“Savannah I am so sorry I didn’t even see you there! Are you ok!” he asked me, concern evident in his voice.

That was the first time I’d ever heard him call me by my first name. I loved the way it sounded coming out of his mouth so much it made me want to cry.

“No I’m not ok you dork, your coffee is freaking hot!” I shouted at him.  But before I could get another sentence out, he was suddenly laughing at me! I’m serious, he was laughing at me after he just spilled coffee on me!