A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 22

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Ms Deans P.O.V:

Watching Morgan run out of my classroom made my heart ache— I wanted nothing more than to run after her and see how she was, but I knew that wasn't what she wanted.

Mackenzie and I both sat and stared out the door long after she'd gone, unsure of what to do or say.

Until I finally ask, "It wasn't just a rumour, was it?"

She looks to me and licks her lips, shaking her head.

I take a seat behind my desk, sighing.

"I don't want to tell her because I know it'll hurt her really bad." Mackenzie then says, her voice quiet.

Glancing up at her, "Honestly... I think she already knows it's true."

"Yeah. I think she does."

Shuffling pages on my desk I look out the door once again, half expecting Morgan to be right outside.

She wasn't, however, and I find myself with my head in my hands.

It was stupid to have expected something between us, from the kiss.

Yet there was a part of me, the stupidest part of me, that still held a shard hope that maybe something could have happened— could still happen.

But from the way she'd reacted to what Mackenzie had said about her girlfriend... It was clear she didn't care for me the way I did for her.

A chair shuffles against the carpet, "Are you ok?"

"Yes." I say weakly, to which she scoffs.

"Bull," She replies, "tell me what's wrong."

I lift my head and scan her face, "Why?"

She rolls her eyes and chews on her nail, "Because you're upset and I'm spending the rest of break in detention."

"Why do you care if i'm upset?"

"Because I know what you're upset about." She continues.

Crossing my arms I reply, "And what might I be upset about?"

She raises an eyebrow and smirks, "A green eyed beauty with a spectacular pair of tits."

My jaw drops .
"I am not upset about Morgan."

She bites her lip before bursting out in laughter, much to my surprise.

When she finally manages to calm herself down, she giggles, "So how'd you know I was talking about Morgan?"

That was when I realised I'd messed up.
"I was..." She watches me stumble, clearly amused, "It was a guess?"

This time it was her turn to cross her arms, "You guessed it was Morgan more so by the eye colour or the breast size?"

My cheeks heat as images begin forming in my mind, and suddenly making a sentence was near impossible.

"You don't need to reply, I know her boobs were the contributing factor." She teases.

I couldn't reply, knowing that she wasn't entirely wrong.

"So now you tell me what's wrong, or I tell Morgan you think her tits are spectacular." She advises with a hint of a smile.

Not entirely sure whether to be amused or completely horrified by this girls' bravery, I clear my throat, "Fine."

She claps her hands, "Good," she quickly gets up to close to door before rushing back to her seat, "feel free to begin."

Where to start was the question...
"I guess after the kiss," I pause to glare at her, "which I'm assuming you already know about."

She nods and gestures for me to continue, "I wasn't entirely sure what to do or feel, and I still feel that way now."

After speaking it out loud, I felt a bit of relief, but not enough to lessen the amount of emotion I felt.

She drums her fingers on the desk while listening.

"I know it was wrong, because I'm her teacher— and because she's in a relationship." I inhale sharply, almost dreading her answer.

"You're her teacher, yes. But I think you're forgetting you didn't choose to be attracted to her."

"Yes, but I chose to kiss her." I say, frustrated, "I chose that, knowing those things."

She leans forward, "Did she kiss you back?"

I fall back in my chair, "Well yes, but—,"

She cuts in, "So she chose to do that knowing those things just as well as you."

She made a point, and yet...
"Maybe it was the heat of the moment, I doubt she realised what she was doing." I insist, refusing to believe her words.

"Have you seen the way she looks at you?" She asks, eyebrows raised.

The volume of her words make me falter.

"Have you?" She continues, "Because I have— she stares at you like she's worried you'll disappear."

My stomach flutters. Does she really?

"I don't think it was the heat of the moment." She says quietly, before continuing slightly louder, "And I think you know that too."

She was right. And I didn't know how to accept that.

So instead I adjust my glasses and sigh.
"Then what do I do?"

Silence fills the room as she ponders.
"Do you want to kiss her again?" She asks.

The questions comes as a bit of a shock, "Maybe." I whisper, and she smiles gently.

"Then you need to talk to her," She hums, "and who knows, maybe she'll let you see her spectacular—,"

"Stop that!" I cry, but she simply chuckles.

"Now it's your turn to explain." I begin, "What was all that... moaning about?"

"Oh, that?" She murmurs, "I was enacting what I thought your moans would sound like."

The look on her face showed no embarrassment whatsoever, even as I sat here with wide eyes and a parted mouth.

"What?" I exclaim, "Why?"

"Eh, it doesn't matter." She replies.

I pause, debating whether to continue, but her smirk seems to encourage me.
"Why were they... so loud?"

She scoffs, "Because it was Morgan making you moan."

I press my thighs shut, "And why would that affect the loudness of my..." I cough, "moans?"

A grin spreads across her face as she clears her throat.
"Because she's really good at giving head."

That cursed place between my legs begins aching, and her next words don't help to stop it.

"Mm, yeah. She'd be licking your pussy really good."

The idea of her doing anything like that... I bite my lip and will my thoughts to relax.

"Mackenzie, detention is over, get out." I say hurriedly,  ignoring her giggles.

She stands up and skips to the door, "I take it you'll want me to shut this."

"Please check in with Morgan!" I call out, and she gives a thumbs up before shutting the door and walking out.

I don't waste a moment before slipping my fingers down, taking matters into my own hands.

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