Lay it on me, Miss! | TxS

2 - Opa!

I woke up with a groan from the blaring sound of my stupid alarm.

Yesterday, it hit me like a slap in the face. Ms. Phillips, my math teacher, was the no-name lady from the bar. I know I should be upset, but I can't help looking forward to my first period and seeing her instead.

I rolled out of bed, quickly got changed and washed up. The sooner I was ready, the sooner I could eat breakfast.

Just the thought of that word made my stomach grumble, and I had to hold back the drool that was about to escape my mouth.

I can't help myself, okay. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I get really angry if I don't eat it.

I run down my house's wooden stairs in a hurry, desperate to get some eggs and blueberry pancakes into my system.

As I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to see my dad still home, making himself a coffee.

He turned, hearing my loud footsteps entering the kitchen. "Morning, kiddo, I already put some pancakes in the toaster for you." He greeted me with a smile and nudged his head towards the toaster.

"You're definitely my favorite father!" I made my way to the toaster, and the pancakes soon popped out of it.

He chuckled. "I'm your only father."

I playfully shrugged and shoved a delicious blueberry circle into my mouth while I made my way to the stove, preparing to make some sunny side up eggs.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why are you here so late, pa?"

My dad runs the emergency department at a nearby hospital. He's always wanted to help people, so he's constantly at work from early morning to late at night, and when he's not at the hospital, he's always on call.

He's especially been working more since what happened with Mom, and it's starting to take effect on his appearance. There were always tired bags under his eyes, un-kept stubble on his face, and a painful expression on his face now.

He let out a soft sigh. "Your mother has been scolding me for working so much. She said that my coworkers can handle emergency for a couple of hours and warned me not to come until atleast 8."

I hummed in approval. "Good. About time she talked some smack into you."

He groaned and took a sip of his coffee. "Oh, and Nonna Natalie is going to come stay with us for a bit. Just until mom can come back home."

Having my grandma here would be great; I wouldn't have to worry about the little guys when I was at work now. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Plus, I miss her and her impeccable pasta.

"That's great; now everyone won't have to put up with my cooking for dinner." I gave him a playful smile.

Pa let out another soft laugh. "Don't beat yourself up, kid; your cooking is delicious, and you've been doing a more than great job with everyone." His green eyes softened. "Thank you, Jessie; you're such an amazing sister to them and an even more amazing daughter."

I rubbed my neck. "You're going to make me barf, old man, and I just want to eat these delicious eggs I've finished."

He shook his head in playful disbelief. "Have fun at school then."

I hummed back and began to scarf down my breakfast. I could now die happy; this shit was so delicious.

I felt a buzzing in my pocket and picked up my phone, seeing a message from Tessa.

Tessa-ticles: I'm coming to pick u up be ready in five.

Another buzz.

Tessa-ticles: And u better not bring any food into my precious baby.

I looked at my now empty plate, noting that food in Tessas car would no longer be an issue.

Jessie: su and get here faster biatch.

A few minutes passed by before I heard Tessa's blue Kia pull into my driveway. I swear she loves that car more than she loves anything else.

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"You excited for math?" Tessa knowingly wiggled her eyebrows at me as we walked down the halls to class.

I looked at her weirdly. "Why the flippers would I be excited for math? Did you get hit in the head with a basketball again or something?"

We entered math class, and those infamous blue eyes immediately met mine before going to Tessa's.

"You two are marked late on attendance; please sit down and come on time tomorrow." She looked down at her stack of papers and spoke indifferently. "I don't have time for tardy people."

"Sorry Ms!" We apologized in sync and made our way to our desks.

It looks like someone was in a bad mood today. Me and Tessa were barely late—only by like 9 minutes.

"We are actually doing a lesson today, so everyone listen up and turn to page 12 in your textbooks."

Ms. Phillips began to speak about concepts I didn't understand and write random numbers on the board.

I know that I really should be trying to focus, but she was just so gorgeous up there, teaching us gibberish.

Her handwriting was neat, but she somehow still wrote fast, and she would slightly bite her lip when she was really concentrated.

And goodness gracious, she looked so good with her hair up in a high ponytail. There was also a pair of black glasses on her face that I've never seen before. They somehow made her even more famous.

"Jessie, would you like to tell me what this symbol equals?" She looked at me with clear annoyance. She must have somehow noticed my staring.

I turned to my best friend next to me for help, but she looked just as lost. Great, we're helpless.

"Sorry, Ms. Phillips. I don't remember." I shrugged at the woman.

She shook her head and let out a little sigh. "If you can't bother to pay attention, you can leave my class." Her eyes bore into mine. "This goes for all of you." She added it and broke contact.

The class was deathly silent; no one wanted to test the blonde.

"Does anyone know what this symbol is?"

This girl named Emily instantly raised her hand. "It's Sigma, and it indicates summation." She spoke proudly.

Ms. Phillips hummed in gratitude. "Well done; thank you, Emily." Her blue eyes glanced at me.

She's got to stop looking at me. I don't think I can take it anymore.

Her lesson quickly went by, and we were given a work period. She's actually not a bad teacher; she explained stuff pretty well when I bothered to listen, and she was fast but not rushed when she spoke.

"You're so whipped." I heard Tessa whisper beside me.

I turned to her. "Shut up, I'm not; I just have eyes."

The bell rang, interrupting the rest of our conversation, and Ms. Phillips dismissed our class.

"I'm gonna stay behind I have a question I want to ask Ms."

Tessa eyed me in smugness. "Sure." She dragged out the word. "I'll meet you with the others in English, I guess... Be safe. Use protection!"

I choked on my saliva in surprise. "I do have a question!"

She hummed in fake agreement and left the class, leaving me alone, seated at my desk, as I waited for the rest of the class to slowly trickle out of the room.

When I saw the last person finally step out of the door, I made my way over to Despina with my heart in my throat.

She was sitting at her desk, heavily concentrated, as she typed something on her laptop. Even though her eyes were focused on the screen, I knew that she noticed me right away.

Ms. Phillips, if you are free, may I ask you a question?" See, I can be polite when I want to be.

She sighed and didn't look up from her laptop. "Is it about school?"

Nope, definitely not.

"Yes." I smiled sheepishly in a lie.

This time her eyes did leave the screen and met mine for what felt like the 76th time today. Yet I couldn't stop my heart from throbbing.

"Don't lie to me, Jessie."

Gosh, when she's looking at me and saying my name like that, I can't lie to her. Even worse, I feel like I could spill everything on her.

"Fine." My smile was still on my face. "It's not about school."

She closed her laptop screen and gave me her full attention, resting her head on her palm. "You have 2 minutes."

My grin somehow turned larger. "Will you ever come to the bar again?"

Her breath hitched. "Jessie." She paused. "What happened between us was a mistake."

My grin instantly disappeared, and I could feel my heart painfully clench instead of the pleasant throb from before. Was our time together really a mistake to her?

"Desp-"

"It's Ms. Phillips, please." She cut me off in an instant. "Look, we can't and will never be anything more than a teacher and a student." Her eyes were cold but conflicted.

"What if I don't want it to be that way?" I couldn't recognize how painful my voice sounded. She was just a random lady. Why am I so hurt by her?

She bit her lip. "For goodness sake, I'm so much older than you!" Her voice was strained, and her eyebrows furrowed.

I looked her up and down; she genuinely doesn't look old at all. Definitely younger than 30.

"What are you like, 27?"

She scoffed. "25."

Oh, I wasn't expecting that. "There you go; even better, you're fresh out of your bachelor's degree. Good for you." I rubbed the back of my neck. "And that's like what, a 6-year gap?"

"7, but that's besides the point. We can't; we just can't, just can't, Jessie." Her voice cracked as she said my name.

I'm unable to listen to her anymore; I need to clear my head. I hate how I'm so affected by her words, it was just a one night stand.

"Ms. Phillips, I think I'm going to go now." I turned my back to the blonde and started to head to the door, but I stopped. "Oh, and I really like your glasses." A sad smile sneaked onto my face.

Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but she didn't. Instead, I walked out of the door and didn't look back.


I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Tessa.

Jessie: skipping English gonna play basketball instead

Jessie: need to clear my head

A minute flew by and i heard a ding.

Tessa-ticles: do I need to punch someone?

I let out a brief laugh at that. Tess is going to get herself arrested one day.

Jessie: Not this time bucko

Tessa-ticles: just say the word girl!

I turned off my phone and slid it inside my pocket.

Whenever I needed to clear my mind, I always turned to basketball. There's just something about getting an ugly orange ball into a tall net that I find soothing.

I made my way to the net that my school has outside, drilled into the wall. It's nothing special; in fact,  the netting is half hanging on and half falling, but it's more than enough.

I reached for the basketball that was in my backpack and dribbled it on the cracked asphalt floor.

It's probably bad that the only things in my backpack are a basketball and a water bottle, but oh well.

I brought the ball into shooting position, taking a deep breath as my mind finally went blank.

At least for a second, it did.

Right before I released the ball, I thought of her light blue eyes. Those same cold orbs that always meet mine in her lessons.

The ball bounced off the rim and back toward me.

I missed it. Great.

I shrugged it off and picked up the ball again, aligning it with the net.

Her long, wavy blonde hair that's messy yet perfect.

This time, the ball hit the backboard with a loud thump.

Another miss.

The third time is the charm, right? I bounced the ball before shooting it.

The small beauty marks scattered across her face.

The ball didn't even make contact with anything this time; it just sadly fell short of the hoop.

Surprise, a miss.

The way she bites her lips.

Miss.

Her voice saying my name.

Miss.

Her moans.

Miss.

With an annoyed groan, I threw the ball against the brick wall in frustration. I barely ever miss a shot, and I just missed all of them.

Fuck this; maybe I should try to focus in my next class to distract my mind from her. I need an academic comeback anyway.

The rest of the day flew by, but unfortunately, I had work today.

I actually don't mind my job, and I really need the money to help Dad. He makes enough to keep our house and put food on the table, but taking care of five growing kids is always a lot.

Tonight was a quiet night; it was a Tuesday, so not surprising. As I served drinks, my eyes would subconsciously glance at every blonde girl who walked into the bar.

Fuck that stupidly gorgeous blonde teacher woman named Despina Phillips. I still can't get her out of my mind.

And I desperately need her to show up at the bar. It's a need, not a want, to see her in a dress.

But I know that probably won't happen while I'm working again. She made it quite clear that I'm her student and she's my teacher.

Around an hour passed as I poured drinks to customers, and a few tried to flirt, but I politely turned them down. There's only one person that I want to flirt with, and that person is the one I can't have.

My thoughts were interrupted when I caught a glimpse of a blonde walking into the club. I knew that familiar wavy hair, those pink lips, and those famous beauty marks.

She wore a red minidress that was absolutely breathtaking. I could hear my heart beat speed up over the loud music and people.

Just the sight of her made me crazy. She was here; she was actually here. She knew I was working today too.

Part of me was angry at how excited she made me.

I smiled in anticipation as I waited for her to come to the bar. My eyes were solely on Despina, forgetting about my job until an angry tipsy man slurred something about getting him a beer.

I looked down for a minute to get the man his drink, and when I looked back up at the blonde across the club, my stomach dropped.

Not in a good way.

She was dancing with a random ginger woman, her arms loosely wrapped around the stranger's neck. They were too close for comfort—way too close.

I kept staring at the blonde and felt my throat go dry when she started to grind against the ginger lady. Shit, I don't know why I'm so bothered by this but it hurts to see her dancing with someone else.

The ginger started to kiss her neck, and her hands roamed the blonde's perfect body. I clenched my fist; those should be my hands, not some random gingers.

My whole world stopped when Despina leaned in and kissed the other woman. The ginger's  back was to me, and Despina's cold blue eyes purposely met mine across the room.

Our eye contact never broke as the two began to make out, her stare making my jaw clench and my grip on the glass I was holding tighten.

I didn't realize how tight my grip was until I heard the glass shatter and felt a sharp pain in my left palm. A few people gasped before going back into conversation.

I still couldn't look away from the woman, despite the cut on my palm. She broke from her kiss to see what happened before the ginger brought their lips together again.

"Shit, Jessie, are you good?" My coworker came up to me in a panic with a broom.

I snapped out of my gaze. "Oh, yeah, yeah." I looked down at the mess of glass and the blood on my hand. "Crap, I'll clean this up, don't worry."

He nodded and leaned the broom against the counter. "I'll cover for you; go patch yourself up first, Kay kid."

"Thanks." I let out softly and searched for the med kit behind the bar. I impatiently grabbed the whole kit with my right hand and made my way to the woman's bathroom.

I angrily sighed as I set the med kit down on the counter with the sinks. My cut hurt and bled like a little bitch, and there were some tiny glass shards stuck inside of it.

I'm just grateful that I'm right-handed and not left-handed. I'm so stupid; any deeper, and I wouldn't be able to play basketball. Not like I was any good at it today, though.

As I was struggling to clean my cut, a pretty young woman walked into the bathroom. She had long, light brown faux locks, dark skin, and chocolate eyes. I couldn't help but admire her many piercings and long, dark green dress.

She looked at my injured hand, and her eyes softened. "Do you need help with that?"

I guess help would be fine. "Yeah, sure, thanks." I answered quietly and nodded.

She took steps towards me and patted the counter, motioning for me to sit on it, placing me directly in front of her.

"This part might sting a little." She gently held my hand in place with her own as she lightly cleaned my cut with an alcohol wipe. I winced, and she giggled at my reactions.

"I'm going to use some tweezers to get the bits out, okay?" I just nodded, and she reached into the kit with one hand while her other was still holding mine.

Before she could start, the door burst open, and the infamous Ms. Phillips herself walked in. I guess she had enough of that ginger's tongue down her throat.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at me and the woman between my legs, holding my hand while she was cleaning it. 

"Who the fuck is this, Jessie?" She had no right to be mad or question me, but she did anyway. The other woman let go of my hand.

I gulped and ran my good hand through my hair. "Just leave me alone, Despina."

She crossed her arms. "No, I will not leave you alone. What the fuck happened with that glass?" Her blue eyes glanced at my palm, and she lowered her voice. "Are you okay?"

I looked down, not able to look at her. "Just get out, please." My voice cracked, and all I could picture was her kissing that ginger woman.

"Look, I'm going to leave you two alone because it seems that you guys have a lot to talk about." The woman awkwardly distanced herself from me. "And good luck with her." She softly chucked and pointed at an angry Ms. Phillips before walking out of the bathroom.

She huffed, and her heels clicked as she took confident steps towards me. She roughly examined my hand with furrowed brows.

"I'm going to ask you again, what happened?" She answered with frustration, but her touch on my hand felt like it was burning me in the best way possible.

I shrugged and still avoided eye contact. She grabbed my chin with her fingers, forcing me to meet her annoyed eyes.

"Jessie." My breath hitched at her stern tone. "I won't ask you again; what happened?" She demanded, and her fingers were still firmly keeping my head in place.

"Um, I guess I held a glass too tight, and then it broke in my hand." I stuttered under her intense stare.

"You idiot." She huffed out as she let go of my face and hand, washing her hands in the sink beside me. She reached for the tweezers and grabbed my hand again.

Her touch was more rough than the previous woman's, but it felt so much better. I didn't want her hand to leave mine.

I winced as she removed tiny pieces of glass from my cut. Her thumb gently soothed my palm with patterns in response.

Why?" My voice cracked as I broke the silence.

Her eyes were still focused on treating my hand. "Why what, darling?"

I took a shaky breath. "Why'd you kiss her?" I stared at her concentrated face. My words didn't phase her; she just grabbed a bandage from the kit instead.

"Jessie." Her eyes met mine. "I'm an adult who's single. I can kiss whoever I want, wherever I want." She broke contact coldly and wrapped a bandage around my hand. "And you are just my student."

Her words stung; they burned me, but not in the good way this time. "Right." I whispered; it was so quiet, I doubt she heard it.

She finished fixing my cut, but her hand still held mine in place. She didn't say anything; she just stared at me in deathly silence.

I couldn't take it any more; she was making my chest feel too heavy. "I really need to get back to work." I abruptly moved my hand out of hers and hopped off the counter. "Thanks for the help, Ms. Phillips, but you should get back to that lady friend of yours too." I grabbed the med kit and swiftly walked, pretty much running out of the door.

I took a large breath when I finally left that room. I felt like I could breathe again.

I made my way to the bar and immediately swept up my mess of broken glass on the floor.

"Are you all good now?" My coworker smiled.

I nodded, but in reality, I wanted to smack a ginger and go home. "Yeah, thanks for the cover, Tim."

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A/N:

Anyways don't mind the math!

So as you can see our girl Jessie is very whipped. I promise she's very good at basketball but a certain hot n cold blonde has her attention.

Also chapters will be roughly around this length the first was really long lmao. Thanks for reading this zest fest.

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