Between The Lines

Chapter 57: My Saviour

Rebecca's POV: (1st Person):

I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the storage room. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mr. Montgomery standing so close, his thumb brushing my lip, his breath warm against my skin. It was like he had taken up permanent residence in my mind, and no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the memory of his touch.

And then there was the café. The way his hands had found my waist, his front pressed against my back as he reached around me to pay the bill. It had been so intense, so confusing, and I could still feel the heat of his body against mine. It was driving me insane.

When we finally left the café, I was grateful for the chance to put some distance between us. My mom kept talking about how nice Mr. Montgomery was, but all I could do was nod and smile, pretending I wasn't completely flustered.

The next day back at school was a blur. I did everything I could to avoid Mr. Montgomery, knowing that if I saw him, I might accidentally blurt out how I felt. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else. The memory of his touch, his scent, the look in his eyes—it was all too overwhelming.

In class, I sat with Oliver and Charlotte, trying to act normal. They were talking about the latest school gossip, but my mind was elsewhere.

"Rebecca, are you even listening?" Charlotte asked, nudging me.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, just... distracted," I mumbled, forcing a smile.

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Distracted by a certain teacher, perhaps?"

I felt my cheeks burn. "Shut up, Oliver."

He grinned, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Come on, spill. Did something else happen at camp?"

I glared at him. "Nothing happened. Just drop it."

Charlotte leaned in, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "You know you can tell us anything, right?"

I sighed, knowing they wouldn't let it go. "It's just... complicated. And I really don't want to talk about it right now."

Oliver smirked. "Fine, but we won't stop asking."

As if my day couldn't get any worse, Jack decided to make an appearance. He sauntered over to our table, his usual smug expression plastered on his face.

"Hey, Rebecca. Long time no see," he said, leaning against the table.

I rolled my eyes. "Hi, Jack. What do you want?"

He chuckled. "Just checking in. Heard you had an interesting time at camp."

I shot a glance at Oliver and Charlotte, who were both watching with keen interest. "It's none of your business."

Jack smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Relax. Just making conversation."

I ignored him, focusing on my lunch instead. But Jack wasn't one to give up easily.

"So, I heard Mr. Montgomery is quite the catch," he said, his tone suggestive.

I felt a surge of anger. "What are you implying?"

Jack shrugged. "Nothing. Just that he seems to have taken a special interest in you."

Before I could respond, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the cafeteria, desperate to escape Jack's probing questions.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. I managed to avoid Mr. Montgomery, but it felt like fate had other plans. As I was walking to my last class, I saw him talking to another teacher in the hallway. I tried to slip by unnoticed, but of course, he spotted me.