teacher crush

A little more then we should be.

when you start crumbling under her touch, her glare even her presence. You know it's more then it should be.

It was Monday last period, maths. I used to hate maths but since we've had a different teacher, it's made me enjoy it a lot more. She was middle aged, around 47 but she looked a-lot younger. She'd taken care of herself, unlike the many other teachers her age. I had learned a lot from her just by siting in front of her desk. She told me about her children, who were a lot older then me. She told me how she liked to go out with her friends. She never mentioned anything about a husband, wife or partner. Which made me happy. I wasn't particularly sure as to why it made me feel that way but it did.

The way she called my name when I wasn't paying attention "y/n are you listening?" "yes miss" I always said back. I could melt when she said my name. When she finished talking to the class she'd ask if anyone needed help. I was a smart kid but if she was offering an opportunity for me to listen to her soothing voice I would take it. She told me how to do questions I already knew how to do, but she didn't have to know that. She'd grab my hand to guide my pencil where it should go. I would practically crumble under her touch.

I'd ask her questions, which she thought were silly but I didn't. She laughed whenever I'd tell her something, I liked making her laugh, she had a really pretty smile and her laugh was contagious.

It was spring break so no school for 2 weeks but we'd still have to revise due to my years gcse's coming in fast. I tried my best to revise as much as I could to make her proud. I liked making, older parental figures proud of me. It filled a hole I had in my heart.

When we came back from spring break i had maths second period, someone was sat in my seat. I hate change and I hated the fact someone else was sat so close to her, and was able to make the same memories I had made with her. She came to the back of the class right behind me. "I hate sitting here, it's not my seat I don't like change." I said to her whilst rolling my eyes. "Why do you miss me?" She said whilst laughing lightly. "100% most definitely" I replied sarcastically. She then placed her hand on my shoulder and said "you know it's true" I shuddered under her embrace. She knew I liked sitting there so I could talk to her I just wasn't going to give her the answer she wanted to hear.

The following morning the seating plan was changed so I was back to sitting in front of her. It made me feel like she had just tried to see if she could get a reaction out of me, and well, she got what she wanted. I reacted in just the way she craved.