Between The Lines

Chapter 99: The Stupid Confession

Lane's POV (1st Person):

I was still reeling from everything that had happened. The confession, the way Rebecca had teased me, how close we had gotten—it was all swirling around in my mind, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. It didn't help that I had to face her every day in class, acting like nothing had changed, when in reality, everything had.

And to top it off, I couldn't shake the irrational jealousy that flared up every time I saw Oliver with Rebecca. I knew they were just friends, but it didn't stop me from wanting to keep an eye on him. Especially today, with Charlotte out sick, which meant that Oliver had all his attention on Rebecca, and it was driving me insane.

They were supposed to be working on their response to a chosen text, but instead, I could see them whispering and giggling from across the room. My jaw clenched as I watched Oliver lean in close, saying something that made Rebecca laugh softly. I hated how much it bothered me, but I couldn't help it.

I continued my rounds, checking in on the other students, but my focus kept drifting back to those two. I tried to ignore it, tried to convince myself that I was overreacting, but when I saw Rebecca blush at something Oliver said, I lost it.

I walked over to their desks, my steps slow and deliberate, giving them a chance to notice my approach. But they were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't even see me coming. When I was right behind them, I didn't hesitate. I reached out and shoved both of their heads down to their papers, making them jump in surprise.

"Focus on your work," I said, my voice low but firm. I gave Rebecca's shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting go, feeling the warmth of her skin under my hand. It was a small gesture, but it sent a clear message. They both stopped talking immediately, their faces turning a bright shade of red.

Rebecca's eyes darted up to mine, wide with surprise, and I could see the embarrassment written all over her face. Oliver, on the other hand, looked more confused than anything, but he quickly dropped his gaze back to his paper, wisely choosing not to say anything.

I straightened up, moving away from them and continuing my rounds, but I couldn't help but glance back at Rebecca. Her head was bent over her work, but I could see the way her shoulders tensed, and I knew she was still feeling the effects of my touch.

I smirked to myself, satisfied that I had put an end to their little distraction. But at the same time, I couldn't shake the embarrassment that was still gnawing at me from earlier. What had possessed me to tell Rebecca about that dream? I had practically handed her ammunition to use against me, and knowing her, she wouldn't hesitate to do just that.

But as much as I tried to focus on the lesson, my mind kept drifting back to her. The way she had looked at me, the way she had teased me, the way she had been so close to me. I could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, and it was driving me crazy.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but it was no use. I was completely under her spell, and the worst part was, I didn't even want to escape.

After a while, I made my way back to the front of the classroom, trying to keep my composure. But every time I looked at Rebecca, I could feel my control slipping. She had this effect on me, this power to make me lose my mind, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out before I snapped.

As the class finally ended, I watched as Rebecca and Oliver packed up their things, exchanging a few last-minute whispers. I could see the way Rebecca's eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I knew she was just as affected as I was.

But I couldn't let her see that. I had to stay in control, had to keep up the facade. So I just gave her a small nod, letting her know that I was watching, before turning away and dismissing the class.