Between The Lines

Chapter 133: Two More Days

Lane's POV (1st Person):

The hallways of the school felt suffocating. Every glance from a student, every casual conversation with a colleague, it all felt like eyes on me. Like they all somehow knew the truth.

But they didn't. They couldn't.

I walked into my classroom, spotting Rebecca already sitting in her usual seat near the window, her back to me. Her hair fell in soft waves down her shoulders, and she was scribbling something in her notebook. She didn't look up when I entered. She couldn't. Not today.

I sat down at my desk, shuffling some papers to give myself something to do. But my eyes kept drifting toward her. The tension in the room was palpable. Two more days, and we'd be free, but right now, we were stuck in this act. The rules, the restrictions, the unspoken boundaries—it was killing me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I glanced down at it.

Rebecca: I hate this.

I smirked, keeping my eyes on my papers so no one would notice. She had a way of always making me laugh, even in the most impossible situations.

Me: Two more days.

There was a pause, and I saw her shift in her seat, her fingers tapping something out quickly on her phone.

Rebecca: I don't think I can wait two days.

I swallowed, knowing exactly what she meant. It wasn't just about the secret, it was about the proximity. We were so close, sitting just feet apart, and yet we couldn't touch, couldn't even look at each other without raising suspicion.

Me: You'll have to.

Her reply came quickly.

Rebecca: Meet me after class.

I hesitated, glancing at the clock. There were still a few minutes before the first bell, and the students were just starting to filter in. I wanted to say yes, to give in, but I couldn't. Not today. Not when we were this close.

Me: Not today. It's too risky.

I saw her shoulders tense slightly, her frustration obvious, but she didn't respond. She couldn't argue. She knew I was right.

The bell rang, and I stood up, addressing the class as I always did, pretending like everything was normal. Like Rebecca wasn't sitting right there, her eyes burning into me every chance she got.

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The rest of the day was torture. Every class, every passing period, every glance across the room—it was all a reminder of how much we had to hide. We barely spoke, only exchanging brief, stolen looks when no one was watching.

But every time I caught her gaze, it sent a jolt of electricity through me. Two more days. Just two more days.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, I packed up my things and watched as the students filed out of the room. Rebecca was the last to leave, lingering by the door, her eyes meeting mine for the briefest moment before she disappeared into the hallway.

I let out a long breath, running a hand through my hair. I wanted to follow her, to pull her aside and steal a moment, but I couldn't. Not yet.

Two more days.

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Lane's POV (1st person):

I leaned against the counter, staring at the calendar on the wall. Two more days. Two more days, and everything would change. Rebecca would be done with school, and I wouldn't have to keep sneaking around anymore. The thought should've calmed me down, but it didn't. Not with the dinner we had planned tonight.