A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 20

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Ms Deans P.O.V:

Standing before the bathroom mirror, I check out the outfit I had on— a black pantsuit, flared from the knee down, yet tight around the thighs.

With thin shoulder straps and a matching black fabric belt round the middle, it seemed quite attractive, in my eyes at least.

I turn round, walk out the door and into the kitchen, grabbing the cup of coffee I'd made a few minutes ago.

Then, the keys next to it.

Juggling both the cup and keys in one hand I walk to the front door— unlocking it—, twisting the handle and pushing it the rest of the way open with my shoulder.

Immediately I notice movement to my left, and I still before my car door.

Morgan was walking toward her own car, a brunette in tow.

I swirl the coffee around in the cup. Her girlfriend.

Unsure what to feel, I continue staring as she unlocks the car door, her girlfriend slapping her ass before walking round to the passengers side.

A burst of emotion almost makes me crumple the cup in my hands.

I snuff the feelings out, getting into the car and driving to school.

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30 minutes later

The bell signalling class change rings, distracting me from marking assignments.

So I lift the laptop screen beside me, checking the timetable I had saved as a lock screen.

Anxiety ripples through me as I read the class I have next: a senior class. Morgan's senior class.

I rub my forehead and exhale sharply, standing up and pushing my chair in.

A few minutes until the class arrives, a few minutes to think over what to say to Morgan.

Do I apologise again? Act as if nothing happened? Or don't say anything at all?

I open the door in preparation, yet find myself gasping in fright.

"Morgan." I say slowly. Trust her to come early.

"Ms Dean." She replies quietly.

We stare in silence, so much being communicated through our gaze.

Yet that was interrupted by the girl beside her grabbing Morgan's arm and pulling her into the room, "Hurry up."

I mouth 'sorry' before she's pulled past me.

Chewing on my lip, I wait a few more moments before moving.

But when students begin to stream into the room, I wonder whether it was moments or minutes that I was standing there.

"Take out your books." I direct, turning around and walking to the front of the room.

I glance over to Morgan, but she seems transfixed in whatever conversation she was having with her friend— her friend more so, given the dumbstruck look on her face.

Her friend— Mackenzie— quickly glances up at me, eyes wide, before turning her attention back to Morgan, saying something else.

I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about as I begin writing questions up on the board.

If it had anything to do with last night... my grip on the whiteboard marker tightens.

Then a surprised, "What!?" Causes me to turn around.

As expected, it came from Mackenzie, her hand now clamped over her mouth as Morgan glared.

Ignoring it, I sit down and allow the students to copy down and work on the questions while I continue marking.

But before I could even start, yet another surprised noise comes from my left, where Morgan and her friend happened to be sitting.

I glance up, finding Morgan with her head in her hands as though she knew what I was about to say.

"Mackenzie, Morgan. Stay back after class." I direct and Mackenzie cringes, whispering what was probably an apology.

To be completely honest, I was mainly doing it to get some alone time with Morgan— after Mackenzie had been dealt with obviously.

I pick my pen back up and start writing.

I needed to apologise again; say to her that it wouldn't happen again.

My stomach twists as the class continues.

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