I'm in love with my teacher

chapter 15

((Mum's P.O.V))
It has been a week since Jess's first day back. It is yet again a Monday morning, though this Monday seems different. Ever since her first day back in school Jess has been eating again and is becoming her old self again. I don't know what happened that first day but something...or maybe someone helped her and now she's improving. Although she is getting better I still think she will never be 100% right. I have walked passed her bedroom numerous times and each time I have seen her stood in the mirror, staring at the scar that now lies on her stomach. A look of worry and sadness always fills her eyes as she looks at it, she knows it will never go away but it's something she wishes would.
What I hate about this the most is that she won't talk to me; she won't tell me what's wrong. I can see it in her eyes that something is troubling her and I wish she could tell me. I just pray that she has someone she does talk to, that she talks to her friends or well... anyone.
But enough about her troubles, I should be looking on the Brightside of things. She has improved, she has gained a little weight and soon she should be back to her old self...appearance wise. The incident was traumatic and has left an effect on Jess, and I don't think mentally she will ever be the same....but she is becoming her old self, slowly.
Anyways, yet again it's a Monday morning and I find myself sitting here in the kitchen reading the news paper waiting for Jessica to come down those stairs, wearing the new clothes I bought her over the weekend. Because she lost weight her clothes had become to baggy and looked. So indeed this weekend Jessica and I went out shopping to by her a completely new wardrobe, that fits her perfectly.
My husband has already left for work (Jessica's dad) meaning only Jess and I are in the house. That's how it has been a lot lately. It's as though my husband has abandoned his family life and now lives at work, the miserable old sod he is.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by jess running down the stairs and walking into the kitchen, a wide smile on her face as she approaches the fridge, pouring herself a glass of orange juice before settling at the table.
"Good morning" she says in a cheery tone. She seems to always look forward to school now, I don't know why or who has affected her opinion of school. Personally I believe there's someone at school worth seeing...if ya' know what I mean.
((Jessica' P.O.V))
Another Monday morning, and what a beautiful morning this seems to be. Life has been somewhat getting better, I'm getting better. My eating has improved and I no longer feel weak or run down. Yes, I still feel self-conscious and I'm not exactly happy with the way I look but with the help from Roger and my mother and friends, I'm improving.
Things with Roger and I are great as well, although things haven't escalated or changed much the love we feel for each other is there...and that's all that matters. Each of his lessons I have I find myself losing concentration, just watching him as he talks. His smile that makes me melt and those eyes that sparkle so brightly...yep if you haven't guessed I'm failing. I'm failing my entire education, especially biology. Every lunch time I spend at least twenty minutes with Roger, talking and catching up or just sat in silence cuddling....with the door shut so no-one can see us.
Anyways today I'm having him third lesson and I am planning on asking him for extra tutoring lessons...to try and help boost my grade up a bit. I'm praying he says yes, one: to help me boost my grades as mentioned previously, and two: I will have the opportunity to see him for frequently.
After downing my orange juice I stood up from the table, wearing the jacket Roger had given me all those weeks ago and my bag being slung over my shoulder. Ready to face the day and have a great time doing it I quickly said goodbye to my mother, making my way down the corridor and to the front door. I quickly opened the door, stepping outside and closing the door behind me; ready to start the moderate walk to school.
I arrived at school, which was surprising busy for the current time this Monday morning. The doors were already open, bunches of people stood around, talking and catching up on the weekend prior. Me, I walked through the masses of people and into the school building, going around the maze we call a school. Finally I reached my form room and indeed there sat my friends talking and catching up as everyone else does after a weekend. Though my weekend was rather boring, the highlight was getting a phone call from Roger around 2 am Sunday morning, he was slightly drunk but either way I was please and well extremely happy to hear his voice.
"Hey girls" I said taking a seat, well...In the seat I usually sit in. Ellesse sat on my one side whilst Courtney sat on the other.
"Hey, how was your weekend?" Courtney asked.
"It was good, my mum took me out to by a whole new wardrobe considering I have gone down a few sizes in clothes" I answered, continuing to ask them the same question. "How about you two? How were your weekends?"
"It was okay, spent most of it listening to records and just lying in bed" Courtney answered.
"Same to be honest. I met up with Joe on Saturday and we went to the movies...other than that I have done nothing" Ellesse said. Both Ellesse and Courtney seemed somewhat blue this morning...maybe it's because it's a Monday morning or well maybe they're just tired.
I didn't receive and answer to my question; I didn't even get to ask the question because our form tutor strolled into the classroom, seeming to be the only enthusiastic person in the room.
"Everyone ready for today?"He asked in a cheerful voice. He received many grunts from the majority of the class, but in my head my response was different....hell yeah, bring it on.
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The day had flown by rather quickly. First lesson was English and ever since I fell asleep that one time the teacher hasn't really liked me, so that class was interesting. Second period was geography and that wasn't too bad- we completed a few diagrams on rivers, labelling them with geographical terms and that was practically it. Third lesson was maths, it was the worst lesson of them all- I didn't understand a single thing to do with the work and every time I would ask for help the teacher would explain it....but it would only confuse me more.
Now I find myself sat in biology, staring at the blonde beauty in front of the class as he discussed enzymes. I watched as his mouth moved up and down, but I couldn't hear a single word...the daze I was in seemed to be blocking out all noise.
My head rested in my hand and I stared at him almost dreamily, a sigh escaping my lips. Every now and then Mr Taylor would look around the classroom and our eyes would meet, his smile would grow that little bit wider causing a warm feeling to spread within me.
I couldn't take my eyes off him, and there's no way in hell I could concentrate. My mind was blurry and in some way my heart was pounding. I know I have mentioned this before but no-body...no-body has ever effected me in this way before. I have never felt this way towards someone before....but I'm not saying I don't like it.
I was pulled out of my thought by the school bell ringing...is class really already over. Everyone stood from their seats and began packing their stuff away; leaving the classroom once they were ready...I guess so.
Unlike everyone else I stayed behind, preparing myself to ask Roger for extra tutoring. After packing all my stuff into my backpack and slipping my jacket back on I made my way towards his desk.
He looked up at me, his big blue eyes sparkling and seeming puppy dog like. I walked around his desk as he spun around in his chair. I took a seat on his lap; feel glad the door was closed at this moment. My arms wrapped around his neck as our lips connected in a kiss I have been craving all weekend. After what felt like eternity...but in a wonderful way, we pulled away. Both out of breath but feeling please and happy...I guess.
"I missed you" I said, feeling slightly clingy but heyy...I did miss him. I feel as though I am literally living for him.
"It's only been a few days but I missed you too" he spoke, his voice being just a whisper as our foreheads rested against one another's.
"You're looking better than Friday...how you feeling?" he asked, clearly noticing in fact I did look better; I looked more alive.
"I'm feeling better yeah"
((Roger's P.O.V))
She did indeed look better. Her cheeks held more colour and she did in fact look livelier. It looked as though she had new clothes since they fit her much better than the ones she previously owned.
"Have you been eating?" I asked, slightly concerned and praying her answer would be yes. I didn't want to see her in pain and I surely didn't want to see her hurting herself.
"Yeah, I have. Slowly though. I don't eat as much as I used to but its better" I was happy with her answer. I don't know what would have happened if she continued not eating, all I know is that it wouldn't be good.
"Soo um I actually need to ask you something" she said, more so as a question
"Okay"
"Can you give me extra tutoring lessons? I'm falling behind and haven't been able to concentrate in lessons?" she asked
"Of course...we will have to do it back at my apartment with the guys around though. Umm how about we have the first session tonight. Meet me here at the end of day"
"Sure, that's perfect" she pecked my lips slightly, happy with the result.
"I better get going; I don't want my friends wondering where I am"
"Yeah"
Our lips connected in another passionate kiss, before she got up to leave. She was breathing heavily as she got off of my lap and made her way to the door.
"I'll see you later then" I said as she opened the door, ready step out of the room and find her friends.
"I seriously can't wait, see you later" and with that she was gone...but hey I now have extra time to spend with her, a wish come true.