Shella's POV:
- The Next Day-
Physics class. I should've known better than to expect a quiet day, especially with Mr. McAlister away.
I glanced around as the other students filtered in, hoping against hope that someone else would claim the seat next to me.
But then, there he was—Ezra—strolling in with his usual nonchalance.
I bit my lip, trying not to make it obvious that I was watching him, but it was hard not to.
He ran a hand through his dark hair, a habit of his when he was waiting, and I found myself momentarily distracted.
It was almost annoying how effortlessly he could make that look cool. Why did I even notice these things?
He wasn't bad-looking, but... my mind flickered to Mr. Caldwell.
What am I thinking? I quickly shook off the thought, a wave of embarrassment hitting me.
I turned my attention to my phone case instead, smiling at the little Polaroid of Ferdie that I had slipped under the clear cover.
The photo showed Ferdie sitting there like he owned the world, his eyes gleaming as he purred up at me.
I ran my thumb over the edge of the photo, trying to ground myself in something else, anything other than the awkwardness bubbling inside me.
Suddenly, the door flew open with a loud bang, and I jumped, nearly dropping my phone.
The whole class quieted down in an instant.
No.
No, no, no.
It couldn't be him.
But it was. Mr. Caldwell. My heart thudded in my chest, and I instinctively shrank into my seat.
This is bad, I thought, gripping my pen tightly.
I glanced around, hoping no one else could sense my panic, but my mind raced back to the last time we'd been alone.
In the kitchen, when we exchanged those notes. I had told him I enjoyed being around him.
I wasn't exactly lying... but I wasn't ready for all that either.
Hadn't I felt special then?
It wasn't something I had acknowledged at the time, but... it had been there, hadn't it?
That strange pull between us.
I swallowed hard, trying to push those thoughts down. This was not the time for that.
He interrupted my spiralling thoughts, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the room.
"Alright, class," Mr. Caldwell started, holding up a piece of paper—clearly the relief notes.
"Since Mr. McAlister is away, we'll be following this sheet. There's a pop quiz at the end, so pay attention."
A pop quiz? Great. That's just what I needed.
I fumbled to pull out my notes, my hands shaking slightly.
As he turned to write on the board, I stared at the back of his head, unable to avoid it. It was strange seeing him here, outside of his usual environment.
I was so used to him in the economics classroom, where he belonged, his sharp focus on supply and demand curves.
But here? In physics? It felt almost wrong, like he didn't belong.
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Lessons In Butterflies ｡ ｡ ｡ (StudentxTeacher Romance)
Romance___ "What? Oh, no. No, no, no. We are not playing family," I stammered, glancing quickly at Mr. Caldwell, who was staring wide-eyed at Theo and Leo. Leo, never one to miss an opportunity, immediately started bouncing. "Yeah! You can be our dad! And...
