Between The Lines

Chapter 76: My Skirt Is Stuck

Rebecca's POV (1st Person):

Sitting in Lane's—Mr. Montgomery's—class was torture today. I kept my book up in front of my face, pretending to read, but I was really just hiding. Every time I thought about what had happened in the infirmary, my cheeks burned with embarrassment and excitement. I couldn't stop thinking about his hands on me, his lips on mine.

I glanced over the top of my book and watched as he wrote a brainstorming list on the whiteboard. His hands moved confidently, the veins on his forearms standing out. My eyes trailed down to his pants, remembering how he looked in his swim trunks. God, it was so apparent through the fabric, and the memory made my heart race.

"Hey, Rebecca," Oliver whispered from the seat next to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Earth to Rebecca."

I turned to him, trying to act casual. "What?"

"You're staring again," Charlotte teased from the other side. "And you're blushing."

"Am not," I muttered, lowering my book slightly.

Oliver smirked. "You totally are. What's got you so distracted? Thinking about our dear Mr. Montgomery?"

I shot him a glare. "Shut up, Oliver."

"Relax," he said, still grinning. "Just saying, he seems to have that effect on you."

I tried to ignore them and focus on my book, but it was no use. I could feel Mr. Montgomery's presence at the front of the room, and it was like a magnet, pulling my attention back to him.

"Look at him," Oliver whispered, nudging me. "Writing on the board like he's some kind of genius. Bet he thinks he's hot stuff."

"That's because he is," Charlotte added, giggling. Oliver glared at her, and I had to suppress a smile.

"Stop it," I hissed, feeling my face grow hotter. "He's a good teacher."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Defending him now, are we? What, do you have a crush on him or something?"

"No!" I said quickly, but the denial sounded weak even to my own ears. "I just... respect him, that's all."

"Uh-huh," Oliver said, leaning back in his chair. "Respect him, sure. That's why you're blushing and staring at him like a lovesick puppy."

Before I could reply Oliver spoke up again. "I mean, he's hot for a teacher, I'll give you that. But still, it's risky," Oliver said, his tone light but his words hitting Rebecca like a ton of bricks.

"How do you know he's hot?" Rebecca snapped, immediately regretting her words as Oliver's eyes widened with amusement.

"So you admit it, then? You think he's hot?" Oliver teased.

Rebecca's mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "No! I mean—maybe. But that's not the point. You shouldn't be talking about teachers like that," she stammered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Oliver smirked. "Oh really? Because it seems like you know quite a bit about him. Got any secret rendezvous to share with the class?"

Before I could retort, Lyla walked past my desk, her hip bumping into it and causing my pencil case to fall to the ground. It burst open, scattering pens, pencils, and other supplies everywhere.

"Shit," I muttered, bending down to pick everything up. As I did, I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and my face burned with embarrassment.

Mr. Montgomery turned from the board and tried to hide his smile. God, why was he smiling? Oliver and Charlotte were grinning like idiots, bending down from their seats to pick up some pens.