My Last Request (teacherxstudent wlw)

F O U R

I slouched on my bed, staring at the ceiling while playing with my hair. The clock on my bedside table, ticking away the minutes until I had to leave for extra classes with Ms. Sanders. It wasn't that I dreaded the classes, but I couldn't shake off this feeling of nervousness. Elena lounged on the beanbag in the corner of my room, flipping through a magazine. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, glancing up from the glossy pages. I let out a sigh, dropping my hand from my hair.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm just a bit nervous about the extra class."

"Is it because you have a crush on her?" She teased. My eyes widened while I could feel my cheeks flushing light pink. Elena raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin playing on her lips. 

"No, of course not. I'm straight and you know that." Elena laughed, setting the magazine aside.

 "Okay, but seriously, you'll be fine. Ms. Sanders probably thinks you're great." I shrugged, not entirely convinced.

 "I guess so. I just hope I don't embarrass myself in front of her." Elena rolled her eyes.

 "Please, you're way too hard on yourself. You're super smart, and Ms. Sanders knows it. Just relax and do your thing." I managed a weak smile, grateful for Elena's reassurance.

"Thanks, Elena." With Elena's words echoing in my mind, I took a deep breath, pushing aside my nerves.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I was just overthinking things. After all, it was just an extra class, right? I glanced at the clock once more, realizing it was time to head out.

"Alright, I'm going to head out. I don't fancy being late." I told Elena, grabbing my backpack from the floor. She nodded, hopping off the beanbag and following me out of the room. As we made our way downstairs and put on our shoes, I couldn't help but feel kind of happy to have Elena by my side. She used some sweet words on me, even though it was stupid being nervous.

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At school

I trudged through the school hallway, my backpack heavy with textbooks and notebooks. The vibrant posters on the walls about joining the school football team, or even joining some swing band filled my eyes. Would I be good in a swing band? Probably not.

I approched Ms. Sanders classroom and entered. The door creaked as I opened it, revealing Ms. Sanders sitting at her computer, typing away.

"Hello Dahlia. You actually showed up, surprisingly." She said, her eyes glued to her computer.

"Yeah," I looked around the room, not seeing anyone else. "Where's the other guy?"

"Are you stalking me, Miss Andersson?" She chuckles, finally looking up from her computer. I looked at her with widened eyes.

"I can make jokes too, I'm not inhumane. He had some last-minute homework due tomorrow to fix. I don't know if he'll be here next tuesday." Is she making this a weekly thing? hope not.

I took my usual seat at the back of the class and started arranging my belongings neatly on my desk. Today was supposed to be a session with another student also, but I guess he didn't have time. Only me, alone with Ms. Sanders.

I'm grateful for the one on one attention. Not everyone gets it, and especially not from Ms. Sanders. She likes to think of the whole class as one person. If she dislike one person from the class, she dislikes the whole class. That's pure Ms. Sanders knowledge.

As the class went on, I couldn't help but steal some glances her way. Her red hair framed her face in an enchanting way. The more I looked her way the prettier she got. It was like she got a different facial surgery each time I looked away. Time seemed to fly, and before I knew it, she spoke up.