My Last Request (teacherxstudent wlw)

F I V E

"I don't know, alright?" I convince Elena. She's been bothering me about Ms. Sanders taking me out of class for the last few days. I'm so tired of Elena and her theories. She has a theory about me being in love with our math teacher. First of all, he's a man. Second of all, why would I be in love with a teacher? That's disgusting.

"Well she have only given you that special offer." She states while I roll my eyes.

"No, I heard her give some boy the offer too. He didn't show up though."

She laughs at me and turns to go to her locker. We have lockers beside eachother, I have no idea how we managed to get that.

We grab our books and slam our lockers shut. We turn and make our way to maths class. I don't know if it was planed, but we have the most of our classes together.

We walk into the room with our backpacks slung over our shoulders. Mr. Thompson, our math teacher, was already at the front of the room, scribbling equations on the whiteboard. As we found our seats, I couldn't shake off the thoughts of yesterday's class with Ms. Sanders. The memory of her explanations clashed with the reality of math class. I sighed, hoping today's lesson would be as painless as possible.

Mr. Thompson greeted the class with a genial smile, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. I felt a sharp feeling in my stomach, not exactly a good one. But as the lesson progressed, his attention seemed to linger on me a bit longer than necessary.

"Did he spot a fly or something? Why is he looking down here so much?" Elena nudged me, whispering. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore his stare.

As Mr. Thompson explained a complex of some confusing math problem, he stepped closer to my desk, leaning over slightly to point out ket details. I couldn't help but feel an unpleasant tension growing in the air.

"Dahlia, I think your math skills are getting you some extra attention," She looks at me with a scaredish look, "not good attention."

"Yeah, I realized..."

I felt a mix of discomfort and annoyance.

"He's just teaching, it's fine." I swallow the lump of discomfort sitting in my throat.

But as the class continued, Mr. Thompson's behavior became increasingly apparent. He'd find reasons to stand near my desk, making unnecessary physical contact or flashing smiles that felt a bit too personal. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson, my discomfort growing with each passing moment. After what felt like eternity, the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the class. Elena and I quickly picked up our things and put it in our bags that we swing over our shoulders. We left the classroom, and began walking to physics.

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Lunch

"Can I please go sit with him?" She gives me puppy eyes, and I cringe.

"If you stop doing that, sure." I motion towards her face and she laughes at me. She started a talking stage with some guy I don't know.

When she turned her foot and ran. I decided I could go sit with Ms. Sanders, maybe talk about the extra class. As I entered the classroom, I spotted Ms. Sanders at her desk, grading papers. She looked up as I approached, a slight smile showed on her face.

"Dahlia. Do you need something?"

I returned her smile, feeling a rush of excitement for some reason.

"Hey, uh... I was wondering if I could sit in here during lunch? If you're not busy, that is." Ms. Danders set aside her papers, giving me her full attention.

"Sure, if I'm aloud to eat my pasta." She laughed, and I laughed with her.

As we broke into conversation, I realized that she was actually quite fun to talk to. We talked about Elena, lives outside of school, alot about love. Not weirdly about love, but past time crushes and stuff.