Falling In Love with Mr. Motherf**ker

Wordless Affections

Clara's POV

It was a slow day. After acing a few tests, I made my way to the locker rooms during my last break. As I walked, I noticed Mark chatting with a freshman girl. "Haha, that's why you're my favorite teacher," Theresa giggled, elbowing Mark.

A surge of jealousy washed over me. Mark glanced up and winked, clearly aware of my presence. Was he trying to make me jealous? It was working. I approached them with a tight smile. "Hey, Theresa?"

"Huh, yes, Clara?" she responded, her smile smug.

"Mr. James, could you cover your ears for a moment?" I asked sweetly. When he complied, I leaned in and whispered to Theresa, "Girl to girl, you might want to check your pants. I think your period might have started."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she bolted for the bathroom. I turned to Mark, who looked alarmed. "What did you just say?"

"If she touches my man again, I'll make her my stepdaughter," I said with a stony expression. Mark searched my face for a sign of bluff, but I couldn't keep a straight face. I burst out laughing.

"Damn, Clara, you're going to be the death of me," Mark chuckled. I gave him a playful smile.

"I'll text you," I said as students began to fill the corridor. I quickly headed outside for a cigarette.

In the locker room, while smoking, I reflected on my relationship with Mark. His unpredictability was confusing.

Mark ❤️: Why did you leave?

Me: To smoke. There were too many people.

Mark ❤️: I don't mind people.

Me: Are you trying to get yourself fired?

A moment later, Mark appeared in the doorway. "They can't afford to lose their best teacher, can they?" he teased.

"FUCK! You scared me," I exclaimed, waving my vape. He sat beside me on the bench, and I rested my head on his lap. He stroked my hair gently, offering a brief moment of peace.

"What are we watching tonight?" I murmured, savoring his touch.

"How about we don't watch anything? We can just listen to some music and relax. We haven't managed to finish a movie yet," he suggested with a laugh. "I found a great song you'll love."

I was drifting off when I heard him whisper, "Pst. Angel. Wake up."

Startled, I opened my eyes, realizing I had fallen asleep on him. I scrambled to gather my things. "Hey, calm down. It's been 15 minutes. You still have two more to get to class," he said, pulling me into a comforting hug. I relaxed into his embrace, feeling his warmth.

When we parted, I noticed some messages from Amy on my phone. I started to reply, but Mark took my phone and locked it.

"She was here looking for you. We talked for a bit, then she left. She's waiting for you in class," he explained.

"Was I really that out of it?" I asked, struggling to orient myself.

"Let's just say I checked your pulse... twice," he chuckled. His laugh made me smile. I loved the sound of it.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked.

"Because you needed rest. If I'm the one you can rest around, then that's my duty. You look really tired. When we meet up tonight, I'll give you a massage, and if you fall asleep, I'll wake you before midnight so you can go home," he promised, patting my head. His genuine care touched me deeply, something I hadn't felt outside of my family.

"Oh, and I bought you a birthday gift. I should have it by tomorrow," he added.

"You didn't have to," I said, my eyes widening.

"Well, you could have told me it was your birthday sooner. I didn't even congratulate you. Let me at least make it up to you," he smiled. I nodded, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"I have to go," I said as the bell rang.

In the corridor, I struggled to hold back tears. Mark had this inexplicable effect on me. I was overwhelmed by my emotions—his kindness, our intimate moments, and the complexity of our situation. I took a deep breath and walked into class. The teacher had already started, and all eyes were on me as I entered.

"Hi, sorry," I said as I sat down. The teacher was understanding, so I wasn't too worried. Amy elbowed me as soon as I was settled, and I took out my phone.

Amy: Bitch, I LOVE YOU BOTH.

Me: If you tell anyone you saw me sleeping, I will end you.

Amy: No, you don't get it. As soon as I was in the corridor, I started singing so I wouldn't spook you, and then I heard the man SHUSH ME?!

Me: He shushed you? 🤣

Amy: Full-on shhh. So I walked over and saw you. Let me just say, I melted. He whispered that you fell asleep a few minutes earlier and didn't want to move because it would wake you. I just stood there, smoked for a bit, and we talked about how cute you were.

Me: You talked about me?

Amy: The man couldn't take his eyes off you. He was in a trance, I swear. He's in love, love.

Me: K. Shut up now. I want to listen to the lecture.

Amy: I like you more when you're with him... you're nicer, more true to yourself. I love you, and I see you, but I just feel like he's better for you.

Me: You know how scared of feelings I am. I love him. I'm TERRIFIED. And I love you too. I can let my guard down around you because I've known you for years. But him? He's a scary stranger I've trusted more than anyone else. Even scarier.

Amy: I hear you.

The rest of the lecture was a blur of notes and half-hearted focus, my mind wandering back to Mark. I had to stay engaged if I wanted to maintain my grades, but my thoughts were consumed by the most extraordinary man I had ever met.