I think we should get together now.. WLW ( strictly )

secrets and conversations

A/N: hiii chat :)) I would've published 2 chapters yesterday but it was my sister's 18th and I was busyyy

Blair's Perspective:

It had been a few days since Blair had confided in Sophia about her confusing feelings for Miss Hawkins. Despite Sophia's supportive words, Blair still found herself caught in a web of emotions. She was trying to focus on her schoolwork, on Tyler, and on maintaining a sense of normalcy, but it felt like she was constantly on the verge of unraveling.

The morning started like any other. Blair woke up, got ready, and had breakfast with her parents. They chatted about mundane things-her father's upcoming business trip, her mother's new garden project-but Blair's mind was elsewhere. She kept replaying moments from Miss Hawkins' class, the way her voice softened when she addressed her, the intensity of her green eyes.

At school, Blair tried to immerse herself in her classes. She took notes diligently, participated in discussions, and laughed with her friends during lunch. But there was always a part of her that was distracted, a part that kept drifting back to Miss Hawkins.

When third period rolled around, Blair felt a familiar mix of anticipation and anxiety. She walked into the classroom, took her usual seat, and pulled out her notebook. Miss Hawkins was already there, organizing her notes. Blair couldn't help but notice how graceful she looked, even in the simplest of movements.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Miss Hawkins began, her voice calm and steady. "Today, we're going to explore the use of metaphor in literature."

Blair did her best to focus on the lesson. She contributed to the discussion, analyzed the texts, and tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest every time Miss Hawkins looked her way. The class went by in a blur, and before she knew it, the bell rang.

As Blair gathered her things, Miss Hawkins approached her. "Blair, do you have a moment?"

Blair's heart skipped a beat. "Of course, Miss Hawkins."

"I just wanted to remind you that if you ever need to talk, my door is always open," Miss Hawkins said, her eyes full of concern.

Blair nodded, grateful yet conflicted. "Thank you, Miss Hawkins. I'll keep that in mind."

She left the classroom, her mind racing. The rest of the day passed in a haze. She attended her remaining classes, went through the motions, but her thoughts were dominated by Miss Hawkins' words and the look in her eyes.

Eleanor's Perspective:

Eleanor Hawkins watched Blair leave, a sense of unease settling in her chest. She had noticed Blair's distraction, the way she seemed lost in thought even during her favorite subject. Eleanor wanted to help, but she was acutely aware of the fine line between professional concern and personal involvement.

The rest of the day was routine-more classes, grading papers, and a faculty meeting. But Eleanor couldn't shake the feeling that Blair was struggling with something significant. She hoped that by offering her support, she could make a difference.

That evening, Eleanor found herself thinking about Blair more than she cared to admit. She reviewed Blair's essays again, noting the depth of insight and the passion behind her words. There was a brilliance to Blair that Eleanor found both inspiring and concerning, given the girl's recent behavior.

Eleanor resolved to keep an eye on Blair, to be there if she needed someone to talk to. She knew that teenagers often went through tumultuous times, and a supportive adult could make all the difference.

Blair's Perspective:

The next day dawned, and Blair felt a bit more resolved. She had to find a way to deal with her feelings without letting them interfere with her life. She met Tyler before school, and they walked to class together, his presence comforting but not enough to dispel her turmoil.