Shella's POV:
The next day at school, I could barely focus. My phone buzzed non-stop in my bag, and I already knew who it was. I didn't even need to check.
Mr. Caldwell.
Oh gosh.
I glanced around Mrs. Thompson's class, trying to act like I wasn't completely distracted. Juliet leaned over, whispering something about her shading technique, but I just nodded absently, my mind somewhere else entirely.
Another buzz.
I bit my lip, silently praying Mrs. Thompson wouldn't notice as I reached for my phone. I pulled it out just enough to glance at the screen.
Mr. Caldwell: You looked too good today. How do you expect me to teach like this? 😏
Mr. Caldwell: Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?
Mr. Caldwell: I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. 🔥
Mr. Caldwell: Please tell me you're wearing that perfume again. 😩
I fought the urge to groan and shoved the phone back into my bag. He was relentless.
Another buzz.
"Ugh!" I whispered under my breath, earning a curious look from Juliet.
"What's going on with you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," I said quickly, shaking my head.
She squinted at me suspiciously. "You've been acting weird all morning. Is it... a boy?"
"What? No!" I hissed, my voice a little too high-pitched.
Juliet's eyes narrowed further, and she leaned in closer. "It is. Oh my god, is it Ezra?!"
"Shhh!" I whisper-shouted, my cheeks flaming. "It's not Ezra!"
Before she could press further, my phone buzzed again.
Mr. Caldwell: Why aren't you answering me? Are you ignoring me? 😠
I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile. He was so dramatic sometimes.
Another buzz.
Mr. Caldwell: Fine. But just know I'm thinking about you. A lot. 😏🔥
Mr. Caldwell: Also, I hate being ignored. It's rude, Shella.
I quickly texted back under the desk.
Me: We're literally at school. Stop texting me so much.
His reply came almost instantly.
Mr. Caldwell: I can't help it. You're irresistible. Also, you didn't answer my question about the perfume.
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. He was unbelievable.
"Who are you texting?" Juliet asked, her eyes narrowing again.
"No one," I said quickly, locking my phone and shoving it back into my bag.
Juliet didn't look convinced, but thankfully, Mrs. Thompson walked by, and she turned her attention back to her work.
I sighed in relief but couldn't help glancing at my bag.
Another buzz.
Mr. Caldwell: Meet me during lunch. My office. Don't make me come find you.
Oh gosh. What had I gotten myself into?
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By the time lunch rolled around, I was a bundle of nerves. I'd spent the entire morning replaying his texts in my head, trying to focus on anything else, but it was impossible.
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