Hopelessly in love (GirlxGirl) (TeacherxStudent)

Soup

AUTHORS NOTE:

TW: EATING DISORDER

If you have triggers with bulimia/anorexia, there is a slight hint towards those things, so please proceed with caution!!

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ELLE'S POV:
Well, holy shit. Miss Hardman knows. She fucking knows. I decide to try and keep my head down as I walk to English. I typically sit in the front of the class, so that I can admire Miss Hardman. I really didn't think I should today, but it would seem suspicious not to. Whatever. I can't sit that close to her. Not after what Emily had told her.

I decided on a corner seat in the back that wasn't taken, and for a good reason. All of the popular kids were sitting back there and already starting to murmur about my change in seating.

Class started, and Miss Hardman walked in with her hair back in a ponytail with sunglasses on the top of her head; even though we were inside. She wore a striped shirt with skinny jeans that shaped her ass to look perfect. She looked through the front row and seemed to have frowned for a second, but then her eyes made their way to mine and she smiled, her face lighting up a bit.

She began to talk about our classwork of the day: finishing up our argument essays and writing something for someone that you care about. I had already finished my argument essay on whether pineapple belongs on pizza, (it doesn't), so I had to write something for someone. But write what? For whom? I only really care about a couple of people dearly, and eventually decided on the woman standing in the front of the class to write about.

I began rambling all my thoughts out into a poem, when I heard hands gently smack my desk and a figure standing above me; their shadow covering me and my paper lighting.

"Do you mind? You're blocking my light."

I said, not looking up from my paper.

"Now is that any way to speak to your teacher?"

My heart sunk as I looked up at the blue eyes staring at me and the blonde hair flowing over Miss Hardman's shoulder. I quickly flip over my paper, hoping she hadn't seen what I'd written so far.

"You're sitting pretty far back today. Everything okay?"

I nod.

"Okay, I'm not going to push. But if you change your mind I'm always here for you."

I smile and turn my head back to my paper, giving her the signal to leave, which she clearly didn't take. She grabbed a chair from an empty desk nearby and flipped it around so that she was straddling the chair in front of my desk.

"Who are you writing to?"

I gulp. I went with the closest thing she'd believe, and blurted out my best friend's name.

"Emily. I'm writing for Emily."

She smirked hearing the name, and suddenly my mind was racing.

"Can I read it?"

I freeze.

"No. It's not done yet."

Miss Hardman makes an "mmmhm" face and smiles.

"Well, when it's finished, I want to see it. It's worth extra credit."

I shake my head.

"It has some really personal stuff on it."

"Oh come on, who would I tell?"

I close my eyes, deciding on my next words carefully.

"I'll think about it."