My Sisters Best Friend || Yellow Jackets

Chapter Nine || I Liked It

I bring the pen down to my hand and begin drawing a small flower. The soft scratch of the pen against my skin is barely audible but if you focus you can hear it.

"What are you doing?" I hear Shauna whisper from beside me, her voice like a gentle breeze that breaks the silence. I jump in surprise, the sudden interruption making my heart race, and I throw my head back while bringing my hand to my chest. "Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the life out of me," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper.

I look to my right, and there she is, grinning in the dim light of the room. Her eyes glint with amusement as she tries to stifle a laugh. "Sorry," she whispers, her lips curling into a playful smile that warms my heart.

As I gaze down at my hand, I can't help but marvel at the power of a simple word: "Drawing." My pen hovers, hesitating for a moment before I'm about to set it in motion. But before I can make that first mark, Shauna's quick reflexes intercept my intention.

She surprises me by pulling my hand closer to her, and in a flurry of delicate strokes, she transforms my blank canvas into a tapestry of little hearts. It's a gesture so unexpected, so tender, that I can't help but feel a warmth creeping into my cheeks. My heart flutters slightly in response.

I can't help but steal glances at Shauna. Her hair cascades like a waterfall, each strand falling gracefully into place as she focuses intently on her task. Occasionally, she moistens her lips with a subtle lick, a subconscious act of concentration that makes my pulse quicken.

The moment the teacher called my name, I could feel the nervous energy coursing through me. All eyes in the classroom seemed to be fixated on me, and I briefly caught Shauna's gaze, which only added to my anxiety. I reluctantly shifted my attention to the teacher, who had posed a question that I hadn't been prepared for.

"Y/N, care to come up and answer this question?" the teacher asked, her voice cutting through the hushed whispers of my classmates.

My mind raced, and my palms began to sweat. The last thing I wanted was to be the center of attention. The pressure to perform in front of everyone was suffocating, and I struggled to form a coherent response. With a nervous gulp, I stammered out, "Uh. No?"

The room erupted in laughter, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment. I stole a quick glance at Shauna, hoping for some support or at least a reassuring smile, but she seemed just as surprised as I was by my response.

To my shock and bewilderment, the teacher's response was not what I expected. She turned her attention to Shauna, her tone oddly suggestive and inappropriate. "Shauna, stop touching Y/N. You can save that for later when you're alone," the teacher remarked, a hint of innuendo in her words.

I blinked in disbelief, my cheeks flushing with a mix of nervousness and embarrassment. Shauna, too, seemed taken aback by the teacher's comment. She removed the pen from my hand, and I quickly pulled my hand away, my eyes still locked on the teacher. The classroom had transformed into an awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere, leaving me to wonder how this situation had taken such an unexpected and uncomfortable turn.

She shrugs, her expression nonchalant, as if she's seen it all before. "Don't be embarrassed," she says, her voice carrying a hint of amusement, "you girls are dating, right?" I feel a sudden rush of panic, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat. I steal a quick glance at Shauna, who's sitting beside me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her eyes fixed on the teacher as if hoping the ground would swallow her whole.

My mind races, trying to come up with a response, but my tongue feels like it's been glued to the roof of my mouth. I can't bring myself to talk, not in front of the whole class. The room falls silent, and all eyes are on us, waiting for an answer. It's as if time has stopped, and I'm trapped in this moment of awkwardness.

Finally, I manage to mumble, "No, we aren't." My voice is barely above a whisper, and I can feel the weight of everyone's expectations pressing down on me. But then, from the back of the room, a mischievous voice calls out, "She wishes they were!" The words hang in the air for a moment before the classroom erupts in laughter.

I can feel my face burning with embarrassment as I sink into my chair, wishing I could disappear. It's amazing how a simple question can turn your world upside down.

"That's enough everyone. Just come up and answer the question," the teacher says to me, her voice tinged with a hint of authority that commands attention. I can feel the collective gaze of my classmates on me as I rise from my desk, a mix of curiosity and expectation in their eyes.

As I make my way to the front of the classroom, my heart races. The classroom seems suddenly larger, the distance between my desk and the chalkboard endless. I reach for the chalk, its cool, dusty texture providing a strangely reassuring sensation against my fingertips. The question on the board stares back at me, its words a puzzle waiting to be solved.

With a deep breath, I start to write, the chalk scratching against the board as my thoughts flow onto its surface. It's as if the entire world has gone silent, and all that matters is the answer I'm crafting. The equation takes shape, numbers and symbols intertwining in a dance of logic and reasoning.

I glance over at the teacher, her watchful eyes following my every move. Her nod of approval, a subtle yet significant affirmation, fills me with a sense of accomplishment.

I return to my seat and take the chance to look down at the hearts Shauna drew on my hand; I can't help but smile. "Do you like them?" She whispers. I nod, feeling a warmth spreading through me.

"I liked how you said goodbye to me last night," she whispers, her voice so soft it's like a secret shared between just the two of us. I remember the kiss I planted on her cheek, the lingering feeling of her skin against my lips. It felt like a sweet promise of something more.

I look up at her, and her smile makes my heart skip a beat. "But I also asked Jackie how your parents told you to say goodbye to people," Shauna starts whispering again.

"It's a kiss on the hand, not the cheek," she whispers, her words sending a shiver down my spine. My face flushes with embarrassment as I look down at my notebook.

"But I liked it," she whispers.