My Teacher (gxg)

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It's Thursday morning and I'm already dreading going to school. I'm planning on talking to Mrs. Sumner this morning, we haven't really spoken since the other day and I've been wanting to see if she was okay with what took place- my hands so close to her warm core- or if she was avoiding me. It's sad that now I feel like I'm chasing after her again. She was in my dream last night but it wasn't like I had hoped. She wasn't naked and fucking me, instead she was fully clothed and allowed me to sleep on her couch that was piled high with clothes. When I woke from my nap I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted to take pictures of her as her fingers glided across her keyboard, and then I woke up. It was a boring ass dream and left me confused this morning, but it quickly escaped my thoughts.

Now I just want the weekend to be here so I can drink and forget my worries. It's so damn pathetic. I guess I'm also excited to finally get out of the house and to hang out with Victoria, but I just feel like it makes me seem like a little girl excited to go to a playdate. I mean my life is sad and boring, and maybe there's nothing wrong with that, but when I'm a senior in high school, I feel like I should be living life more. Mom and Dad will be out of town so I won't have to worry about showing up home in a drunken state. For some reason Mom and Dad had gone out last night and had stayed at a hotel before leaving for their trip to my grandmas so I had my mom's car. I decided to drive myself to school so that I had more time to get ready. I still took my time and threw on some yoga pants that made my ass look phenomenal and a purple crop top, the words 'be mine' etched in the front with a small heart. I run my hands across the letters and smile, as I think about Mrs. Sumner reading it.

As I walk around the house, I remember that I have plans to go to the mall with Vic this evening after school. The thought of her brought a smile to my lips but it was soon replaced as I looked at the oven clock and realized I needed to head out for school. And with that my plan on talking to Mrs. Sumner grows quickly closer as the minute on the clock changes. I just wanted to see her this morning. She was in my dream last night but it wasn't like I had hoped for. I ran back to my room searching for my phone. I put on some mascara and lip gloss, grabbed the keys, and headed out the door.

Driving in my mom's car felt weird. I had never done it before since I learned to drive in my dad's newer car. My mom's car wasn't old but it was more of an SUV than a car and that meant figuring out how much space I took up in the lanes. It was definitely a journey to get to school but nonetheless I made it, blasting Girl in Red the whole ride.

As I walked in, a text popped up on my phone. 'Excited about our shopping trip later!!' a message from Vic. And then another one 'meet me in the library later and we can walk to sumner's?' I ignored the text and sent a text to Mrs. Sumner instead "coming to you..." We still had 13 minutes before the first bell rang for school to start and I wasn't going to waste it. I walked in and shoved my things in my locker before replying to Victoria's text. 'can't wait!!' 'sounds like a plan :)'

Mrs. Sumner's POV
As the day began all I could think about was Brooke's soft hands and how much more I wanted them on me. Ever since the other day I hadn't quite realized how much I wanted her and wanted to feel her beside me. After all I did sleep with Andy, however that feels like a long time ago. I have the feeling I'm figuring out more and more about my sexuality through the weeks and it's all because of a lovely girl named Brooke. I don't know what it is about her that makes my core so warm every time I see her face. And the pain and jealousy in my chest when I see her with another girl.

As I come back from the bathroom I check my phone to find a text from Brooke sent a minute ago. There's still no one in my room, like usual the kids all want to rush in at the last minute and hope I don't mark them tardy, which I never do anyway because it's more of a pain in my ass, because when they get so many I'm supposed to write them up. I set my phone down and check myself in my cabinet mirror.