Why so Sexy, Miss Evans? (GirlxGirl) (TeacherxStudent)

Chapter 9

"So... Who was the lady she was with?" Soph whispered harshly as we were getting out of the hospital.

When I finally got to meet her, after my secret mission, Soph was still waiting in line, giving me enough time to tell her, in a very exaggerated manner, everything that happened.

"Hm, I'm not sure," I said scratching the back of my head, "I don't want to jump to conclusions without knowing what's going on."

"I don't know if I'm surprised or scared of you," she said eyeing me. "Going all the way raping through an old man's room to pry on Miss Evans business, and now telling me you don't want to jump to conclusions, I don't know Anna, I think you might be going cray-cray."

"Those are two different things, I just wanted to know what she was doing there... Ok, it sounds a lot like prying, but she was missing detention because of it, so I had the right to know."

"Right..." She said blowing her nose into a paper tissue.

"When are you coming to school? Breaks are boring without you," I asked pouting. "Your absence is making me go cray-cray."

"Look who's already missing my precious company," she joked nudging my arm with her elbow.

"Actually, I changed my mind," I said rolling my eyes. "Stay home and rot."

• • •

Today was the shitiest day of my life, I mean it's Friday and I should be freaking out to get out of school and start my so deserved weekend but honestly, I wasn't.

Miss Evans spent the whole class taking small glances at me. In any normal situation, I would be more than happy to have her attention on me, but I knew exactly why.

Did she realise I was there prying on her business?

Maybe she was as curious as I was to the fact she was there, I have no idea.

When the bell rang I didn't waste any time looking at her booty and was quickly out of the room, if she asked me what I was doing there I wouldn't be able to go through the lie without giving it away.

Soph was still sick at home and I was beyond frustrated, I was the one dying to know why she was there and who that woman was, but I'm definitely not asking.

Eventually, it was time for detention and I was so not ready to face her and be questioned on why I was there following her or just there to begin with. Maybe she won't even mention it and I'm just being as dramatic as ever.

Ugh, why did I even do that if I could have just asked but then she would tell me to piss off anyway and maybe I would have never met Ed.

I sighed as I knocked softly on the door and came in, Miss Evans was with her head down reading a book, I don't think she realised I had come in, I walked carefully to her desk standing behind her.

I leaned down to see what she was reading. "I didn't know you were into that kind of book," I whispered softly making her jump a bit from her seat and close the book revealing the cover. "The lonely lady, Harold Robbins. I love that author."

"Aren't you too young to read these?" She asked amusedly pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm 18, do I really look that young?" I sat on a seat in front of her desk.

"You don't look young, Anna, but you do look childish," she said opening the book again catching up on where she left.

Ouch...

"So what? I'm in high school, why do I have to act like a boring adult?" I rolled my eyes amusedly, "I'd rather play around as much as I can before life sikes me into adulthood," I said giggling at my own joke, I'm such a kid.

Miss Evans stared at me for a few seconds, "If you're an adult then you should act like one."

"Yeah, yeah, but I'll only consider myself an adult once I graduate," I said crossing my arms amusedly.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and went back to her book.

"Anyway," I chanted making her roll her eyes again and put the book back down. "Who would have thought our ohsomeanandsadist teacher was into kinky reads," I said wiggling my eyebrows amusedly.

"I think you need another week of detention, but I guess you would actually enjoy that," she said in a sarcastic tone.

"Wouldn't you also?" I mimicked her tone.

She just looked at me raising one of her eyebrows and rolling her eyes right after, got you.

She didn't talk about the hospital incident yet, by now she would certainly make a remark about it or be really mad about it.

Maybe she doesn't know I was there following her around.

Then, why the small glances at the classroom?

"So, what's your favourite book written by him?" I asked trying not to think too much about what has been tormenting my mind.

"Dreams die first," she said simply, putting the book on her bag. "What's yours?"

"I haven't read that one, the title isn't appealing to me, at all," I chuckled, it was no surprise she would enjoy a book with such a pessimistic name. "My favourite is Heat of Passion, have you read that one yet?"

"The title isn't appealing to me, at all," she mimicked me amusedly as the bell rang in the background.

It seemed like time rushed every time I was with her, it never seemed enough.

"Miss Evans..." I said as she got up from her desk.

"I'm not taking you home," she said rolling her eyes as she was about to leave but I grabbed her arm, her skin was warm and soft, she looked at my hand making me let go of it quickly, I felt my face getting hotter.

"I... Uh, I mean... About yesterday," I said stuttered looking elsewhere but her face, in an effortless attempt to hide my blushing cheeks.

"What about it, Miss Krause?" She asked coldly, saying my last name sarcastically just like the first time. When I didn't say anything she rolled her eyes saying in a colder tone. "You have nothing to do with my private life, Anna, and neither do I with yours, there's nothing to talk about yesterday." After breaking my little heart she proceeded to open the door and leave me there all alone and miserable.

Obviously I knew she would say something like that, I just wasn't expecting it to hurt.

I know I have a crush on her but, I feel like I'm actually starting to like her, as really liking her, and honestly, that's the worst thing that can happen to me right now, Miss Evans is a bloody teacher.

It's one thing to find her hot or extremely attractive and to want to get into her teacher pants, skirt, in this case, but to want some kind of... relationship? That screams trouble.

I wonder how long it will take for my stupid lesbian ass to fall for her, hard.

I'm twice as screwed.

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