Miss O'Connell | B.E

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"Great! Now that we're all done with the example, I want you to get started on the first question of your worksheets." Billie smiled, trying to get her headspace anywhere other than where it was at.

The girls nodded, their conversations immediately taking over the quiet in the classroom, flipping open their workbooks and diving into the assignment.

Billie sighed softly, placing the chalk down on the rim of the blackboard and turning off the projector. She reached for the screen's handle, giving it a firm tug as she watched it roll up with a rusted swishing sound.

Billie slowly turned, her eyes giving in to the pounding thoughts in her head, landing on the empty seat at the back of the room where Divine usually sat. She looked down to her watch, sighing deeply, as she pressed her fingers to her eyes. Divine was late.

She hadn't seen Divine all weekend, not since that night in the cubby. They had woken up early that morning, and snuck back to The Blessed Mother's before dawn, parting ways soon after.

Billie then had been tied up with back-to-back staff meetings all weekend and an oh so 'thrilling' "World Teachers' Day," where Sister Agnes, in her typical 'lovely' fashion, whisked the entire staff away on a dinner cruise just off the coast to show her deep and utter love for them that in fact, did not exist.

This class was Billie's first chance to see Divine in two whole days, the longest they'd gone without seeing each other, but she was nowhere to be found.

Billie heard a knock at the door, snapping out of her distracted thoughts. Her head lifted, and when her eyes landed on the figure she'd been waiting for, her breath caught. A few students glanced up at the doorway, naturally curious to see who came.

Divine had appeared in the doorway, slightly out of breath, very well aware of her lateness, but looking as striking as usual. Her hair was loose, lip gloss shimmering on her brown lips, lashes curled and defined with just the right amount of mascara, making those sharp feline eyes burn holes through Billie's soul. 

Billie felt her knees weaken at the sight, the memories of Friday night the only thing she could possibly think of. Divine had driven her wild, and the pleasure was filled in the corners of her mind, impossible to forget. 

"Hey, Miss, I'm sorry I wa—"

"I don't want to hear it," Billie interrupted, surprisingly sounding angrier than divine expected. A few kids snickered, before returning back to their work. Perhaps a part of Billie wished Divine would have come on time to class, to show how eager she was to see Billie. But no. 

Divine's face fell, guilt taking over her consciousness; the look of hurt in Billie was clearer than the blue of her eyes.

"Wait for me outside," Billie sighed, turning to straighten a stack of papers on her desk, trying to gather herself.

With a pout, Divine took a quick glance at the back of Billie's figure before sighing and stepping aside to wait for her, shutting the classroom door.

She rocked back and forth on her feet for a moment, playing with the jewelry on her wrist her heart unexpectedly nervous. When the classroom door creaked open, Her head snapped up, eyes landing on her favorite woman, watching as she stepped out, shutting the door behind her.

"Divine," Billie said, arms crossing over her chest, her expression stern and pointed.

Divine couldn't help it, she had to smile, her eyes roaming up and down Billie's face. As guilty as she felt, she was over the moon to see her again, she'd missed her endlessly.