Rebecca's POV
A few weeks had passed since the last incident in class, and I couldn't help but notice the subtle change in Mr. Montgomery's behavior towards me. It was as if he was purposely avoiding eye contact, his interactions with me becoming more distant and formal. Although we hadn't been particularly close before, his new demeanor left me feeling hurt and confused.
As I sat in class, trying to focus on the lesson, my mind kept wandering, replaying the events that had transpired between us. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had somehow upset him, or perhaps even embarrassed him in some way. The thought gnawed at me, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the droning teacher.
My worries were momentarily forgotten when Mr. Montgomery announced that there would be a test next Tuesday. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I hadn't been paying attention to the material at all. Panic set in as I frantically tried to recall any information from the lessons, but my mind was a blur of confusion.
Charlotte, oblivious to my predicament, continued to read her book, her head bent over the pages as she lost herself in the story. I glanced at her, secretly wishing she could sense my distress and offer some words of encouragement or advice. But she was absorbed in her own world, oblivious to the chaos swirling within me.
As the class continued, I struggled to maintain my composure, my mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming test. I knew I had to find a way to catch up on the material, but the growing distance between Mr. Montgomery and me made me hesitant to approach him for help.
With each passing day, the weight of my ignorance grew heavier, and my anxiety levels soared. I knew I couldn't afford to let this situation spiral out of control. I had to find a way to overcome my insecurities, face Mr. Montgomery, and seek the assistance I needed to prepare for the test.
But for now, I sat there, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to decipher the reason behind his distant behavior and find a way to regain my footing before it was too late.
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Between The Lines
RomanceI 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...
