Lessons In Butterflies ｡ ｡ ｡ (StudentxTeacher Romance)

Chapter 28: You're Blushing.

Shella's POV:

-Physics Class - 

I flipped to the assigned page in the textbook, the one labelled with "Kinematics and Graphs of Motion." My brain already hurt, and we were only halfway through the hour.

Physics was supposed to be predictable. You plug in numbers, follow formulas, and voilà—answers. That's why I liked it. It was straightforward, unlike... well, everything else in my life.

But sitting in the back of Mr. McAlister's classroom, textbook open to a page on motion equations, I realised there was nothing predictable about today.

"Focus, Shella," I whispered to myself, tapping my pen on the desk.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Ezra sitting at the desk over, his long legs stretched out under it like he owned the place. Which, honestly, he kind of did. 

He wasn't even pretending to write anything down, just twirling a pen in his fingers and occasionally glancing at me with a smirk that made my skin crawl and my heart race all at once.

I forced my eyes back to the textbook. 

Force equals mass times acceleration. Easy. Except every time I tried to calculate anything, Ezra would shift in his seat, or clear his throat, or just exist, and my brain would short-circuit.

"You're awfully quiet today," he said, leaning slightly toward me. His voice was low enough that no one else could hear.

I didn't look up. "I'm working."

"You're ignoring me," he said, sounding amused.

I sighed and finally turned to him. "Maybe because you're distracting?"

His grin widened. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Of course you will.

"Ezra," I hissed, "I actually need to pass this class, so unless you have something useful to say—"

"I do, actually," he interrupted, leaning in closer. "We need to see Mr. Caldwell after class."

My stomach flipped. "What? Why?"

"Don't worry about it," he said casually, sitting back in his chair.

"Ezra, you can't just—"

"Shella," he cut me off, his tone suddenly serious. "It's fine."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You have to go back to your school after this. You don't even have the same schedule as me."

He shrugged. "I'll make it work."

I groaned and turned back to my textbook, determined to ignore him for the rest of the period.

When the bell finally rang, I stuffed my books into my bag and tried to escape before Ezra could say anything else. 

But he was faster.

"Come on," he said, grabbing my arm lightly and steering me toward the door.

I glared at him. "You're so annoying."

"You'll survive," he said, flashing me that infuriating grin.

As we walked through the hallway toward Mr. Caldwell's office, my heart started to race. Ezra was saying something—probably teasing me—but I barely heard him. 

All I could think about was the man waiting on the other side of the door.

Mr. Caldwell.

Ezra knocked once and pushed the door open without waiting for a response. I hesitated on the threshold, my pulse thundering in my ears.