A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 12

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Morgan's P.O.V:

I tap my pen in a steady rhythm on the desk, watching Ms Dean as she marked the role call.

Her eyes travel around the room after she reads out a students name, "Jasmine?"

A faint 'yes' sounds from somewhere in the room.

Alyssa's eyes meet mine and she flashes me a quick smile before lowering her gaze back to the role. My pulse quickens and I find myself thinking back to Mackenzies suggestions earlier.

The wolf whistle— why?

I tap the pen a little faster, turning my head to Mack, who was currently laid back in her chair with half lidded eyes.

"Mackenzie." I whisper, prodding her in the shoulder and earning a groan in response.

"Can I ask you something?"

She mumbles what seems to be an affirmative.

"So when you whistled and stuff before," I flick my eyes over to Alyssa, who was still mid way through marking, "what did you mean?"

Her eyes crack open and she slowly grins, "Wouldn't you like to know." She replies smugly and I glare.

"Yes, I would."

She leans forward and pulls her chair in, turning to look at me.

"Something happened between you guys." She tilts her head and I simply gawk at her.

"That's not..." I falter at the bold, unbelieving look she spared me, "it's not—,"

"Morgan." Alyssa's voice cuts in and I immediately press my lips together, "Quiet please."

I nod repetitively and turn back to Mackenzie, the embarrassment almost overwhelming.

"Im not sure what you were about to say, but whatever it was—," she points to my face, "from the way that you're blushing, i'm going to assume it was bullshit."

"Im not blushing."

She rolls her eyes, "Ok Morgan, and we're on the moon."

I brush my cheeks as though to remove the colour and continue, "Nothing happened."

She sucks on a tooth.
"Okay."

We sit in silence momentarily.

"Then why is it that whenever she touches, talks, or even just looks at you, you either blush or go entirely still." She says suddenly and I pause.

"You've only seen us together once." I retort and she smirks.

"Yes, but I can guarantee this won't be the only time this happens."

My lips part again as I debate pressing further, but instead I look back at Alyssa. I found her looking at me also.

"Open your textbooks to exercise 7.4, page 467." She directs, looking back down at her desk and I look over at Mack again.

"You don't happen to have a textbook on you, do you?" I ask and she scoffs.

"This is the first time I've even been in this class and you seriously think I have the textbook?"

Placing my pen down I prepare to stand, "Jeez, i'll just ask the teacher."

But Mackenzies hand grips my arm, keeping me planted in the chair.

"You want to know what I mean by this tension?" Her tone was now quiet and playful as she continues, "Then listen to me."

Mildly confused, I nod once and lean into her as she begins whispering into my ear.

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Ms Deans P.O.V:

What was that new girl whispering about?

The sight of her so close to Morgan made my stomach turn— presumably because I didn't know her.

I flick the pages of the textbook absently as I watch her continue whispering, before she finally pulls away.

And though I couldn't quite remember her name, that was the least of my concerns as Morgan stands behind her desk.

Her hair was tied neatly in a high ponytail, presumably from the HPE class they just arrived from.

And as she began walking towards my desk, I notice— with no slight amount of anxiousnes— she also wore that same outfit she always did during her HPE lessons.

She comes to a halt beside me, and I look up at her from in my chair, "Yes Morgan?"

"Mackenzie and I don't have a textbook, so I was wondering whether we could borrow one?" She asks, to which I nod.

I mentally note the name Mackenzie before continuing.

"Yes of course they're just—," I begin, but am interrupted as she takes a step closer and leans forward— and over me— reaching for the textbook pile to my right.

My breathing stops as I find myself staring straight at the swell of her breasts beneath that top, a few inches away from my face.

I feel my fingers gripping the armrest as I try to inhale, any coherent thoughts fumbling out of my grasp.

But then she retreats back, standing straight beside me like she had before, this time with a textbook in her hands.

Her emerald eyes sparkled unusually as she looks down at me.

"Thanks Ms Dean." She says politely, then turns on her heel and leaves.

Breath finally fills my lungs as she faces away from me.

Unsure of what else to do, I adjust my glasses and grab the waterbottle sitting on the desk, taking a sip of the bitter water within.

When I place it back down I find myself glancing over at Morgan, despite the roaring in my head from our encounter moments ago.

She spoke in a hushed voice to Mackenzie, a nervous look on her face in comparison to the grin on her friends'.

She looks over at me before quickly looking away, but the pinkish tones on her face were clearly visible.

I was perhaps a little unsure as to why the colour of my cheeks matched hers.

It was unintentional, she'd only meant to grab the textbook.

I release a breath and stand to begin teaching.

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