As the final bell chimed, Rebecca stood outside Mr. Montgomery's classroom, her pulse racing with a blend of anticipation and nerves. She took a deep breath before entering, her steps tentative as she crossed the threshold.
"Hi, Mr. Montgomery," she greeted softly, her voice betraying her slight nervousness. "Um, are you still available to help me with the sonnets?"
Mr. Montgomery's warm smile washed over her, easing some of her apprehension. "Of course, Rebecca. Let's get started."
They settled at the desk, bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun. Mr. Montgomery began to unravel the complexities of iambic pentameter, his explanations clear and concise, drawing Rebecca in with every word.
"Mr. Montgomery, why did Shakespeare choose the sonnet form?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of shyness.
As they delved deeper into the discussion, Rebecca found herself leaning in, her eagerness palpable. But in her haste, her thigh accidentally brushed against Mr. Montgomery's.
A bolt of electricity shot through her, and she froze, her breath catching in her throat. Heat flooded her cheeks as she realized that her knee-length skirt had ridden up slightly, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Panic seized her as she scrambled to adjust her skirt discreetly, her heart pounding in her chest. She stole a glance at Mr. Montgomery, only to find him equally flustered, his gaze averted awkwardly.
"I-I'm so sorry," Rebecca stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to..."
Mr. Montgomery cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged with color. "It's alright, Rebecca. No harm done."
The air between them crackled with tension, the weight of the awkward encounter hanging heavy in the room. As they attempted to move past the moment, Rebecca couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment suffuse her entire being.
As the tutoring session drew to a close, Rebecca gathered her things hurriedly, eager to escape the stifling atmosphere. She mumbled a quick thank you to Mr. Montgomery, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment.
As she slipped out of the classroom, Rebecca couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that lingered in the air. In that moment, she resolved to be more mindful of her movements, determined to avoid any further awkward encounters.
YOU ARE READING
Between The Lines
عاطفيةI took my usual seat in the back corner, far away from the line of fire that always seemed to follow Mr. Montgomery's gaze. I tried to disappear into the safety of my textbook, but his piercing blue eyes seemed to find me anyway, as if daring me to...
