Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story]

Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story] 7

"If you haven't noticed, Mr. Stone totally likes you!"

"Hannah," I muttered harshly. "Don't say that here."

"But it's true!" she cried, tilting her head upwards.

"Hannah,'' I warned, not wanting to be caught by Mr. Stone again, considering we were at my locker, and he could come sauntering out of the teacher's lounge again and happen to hear our entire conversation, which I didn't want. "Please, just stop. Not here."

"So I can say it anywhere else, then!"

"Stop that, Hannah. That's weird." I said uncomfortably, noticing her pulling my arm down again like she aways does in ecstasy.

She frowned, lifting a shoulder. "That's what I do, Amanda--"

"Hi Amanda!"

I spun around, my heart racing in case it was Mr. Stone, which, by the looks of it, wasn't.

Exhaling, I put a hand to my chest. "Hi, Seb. What's up?"

He waved a yellow permission sheet infont of my face and grinned. "What period do you have Calculus?"

"Uh, first. Why?"

"Did you get the permission slip?"

"For what?"

His face fell. "For the field trip! Don't tell me Mr. Stone didn't give it to you!"

"He didn't give it to my class," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, actually, he didn't give it to my class either. He just gave it to me." he frowned, puzzled. "No, no, wait. We were leaving the class, and he just handed me and Carson one because we were the last ones out."

"Oh," I said. "Did he give it to anyone else?"

"Maybe he gave it to everyone when they were leaving," Seb responded, shrugging.

"Carson Davis?" Hannah interjected. "That new guy?"

Seb nodded. "Yeah, him. He's not bad, actually. I can totally see him as football captain."

I nudged him, smirking. "Can you see him as class clown?"

He scrunched up his nose and said, "Actually, no. That position is taken."

"So, you and Carson are like friends now?" Hannah asked.

"I guess you could say that."

"Oh my gosh!" Hannah exclaimed. "Can you introduce him to me? I mean--I mean, like, I see him at lunch, but he doesn't really--he doesn't really know me, and I, like, I sort of--"

"We get it," I said, smiling wryly. "Hannah has a cruuuush."

Her mouth opened slightly in protest. "Oh, and like you don't have a crush on Mr. Stone!"

My jaw tightened as she said that. I leaned forward and peeked in the teacher's lounge window to make sure Mr. Stone couldn't have heard that.

Relieved he wasn't there, I turned to Hannah. "Can you just drop it? I don’t." I asked a little harshly.

"Mandy and Mr. Stone sitting in a--"

I clamped my hand over her mouth. "Hannah," I muttered. "Stop."

Then, to Seb, "So, what's that pemission slip for?"

"The whole 12th grade is going camping!"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't a nature person. "Whose idea was that? Mrs. Sacco's?"