Worlds Apart (Student/teacher relationship)

Worlds Apart~ Chapter 8

Ali: Hellooooooo! Chapter 8 is hereee! (and again, very short. Sorry about that...) This chpater is from the point of veiw of Jessica Teller. Remember her from Chapter 2?? Well, I seem to make really bitchy and whore-ish like characters, but Jessica isn't nearly as bad as Ashley. I promise, lol.

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Chapter 8

Jessica Teller’s POV:

Abby White. Why her and not me? Mr. Jameson is hot, and Abby isn’t really all that pretty.

Yesterday, when I got to first period history a few seconds after the bell rang, they were in there alone and were very jumpy. Abby looked as if she wanted to cry, while Mr. Jameson looked guilty.

Had they kissed? I asked myself that question since I walked in on Monday.

On Tuesday, Abby wasn’t in his room that morning, so I figured everything I’d sensed about the two was just my imagination. So, I decided to get my flirt on with Mr. Jameson.

“Hey there,” I said with a flip of my long, blonde hair.

“Hello Miss Teller,” he said emotionlessly.

“How has your day been going?”

“Good. And yours?” he sounded a little annoyed.

“Fantastic,” I said flirtatiously.

“Miss Teller, I’d love to have you stay and chat, but I have a lot of papers to grade. Besides, you have to get to class,” he said, getting out a stack of un-graded tests.

I left the room and hid around the corner as he gently closed the door to his room. When the coast was clear, I looked in the window of the door. He was on the phone, so I listened in.

“Why aren’t you here today?” he whisper yelled into the phone.

He waited for a response and ran his fingers through his hair.

“That’s not an excuse! Look, I know it’s a little awkward and everything, but you need to come back tomorrow. Promise?” he said to the other line.

He looked relieved before saying, “Good. See you tomorrow, Abby.”

Oh my God, it was true! Him and Abby White have a thing! But, why? How? What did she have that he wants? Or an even better question would be, what does she have that I don’t?

I went to my second period class, I sat down in my seat, flustered as hell. My two best friends, Amber and Crystal (they’re twins) were already there.

“What’s wrong, Jessie?” she said, touching up her manicure. “You seem upset.”

I sighed. “What do you think of Abby White?”

Crystal nearly dropped her copy of Teen Vogue. “Don’t tell me you’re competing for a guy with Abby White and having trouble!”

I nodded with an angry expression on my face.

“Who?’ Amber said, leaning closer along with Crystal.

“Jameson…” I said, biting my lip.

“WHAT?!” they screamed simultaneously.

Crystal caught her breath and said, “How in the world did she get him?”

“I don’t know! I mean, I’m obviously prettier than her! What could she have done to get him?” I said.

We sat in silence for a moment, thinking.

The Amber said, “Maybe she hypnotized him!”

Crystal nodded excitedly, but I just looked at them like they were on drugs.

Crystal and Amber aren’t exactly the sharpest tacks in the box.

“You can’t hypnotize people,” I said, trying not to call them dumb.

“Well then how else could she have done it?!” Crystal said, frowning.

“I don’t know! But I will find out, even if it’s the last thing I do!” I said.

Mrs. Michaels then asked for our attention so she could start class.

I had a lot of trouble focusing on her, mainly because I couldn’t figure out why Mr. Jameson would want Abby White and not me. I mean, come on! I’m pretty, smart, and athletic. Why would anyone not want me?

My phone went off, and I saw it was a text from Xander Thomas, my “boy toy” as most girls would call him. He’s cute and always available. When we kiss, I don’t really feel anything, which was a good thing. If I fell for Xander, I’d lose him forever. We’d last a few months tops and then crumble into a nasty break up.

Xander’s text said: “Meet me in the old janitor’s closet. Spanish class blows and I’m bored.”

I told him I’d be there in a few minutes.

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When I opened the door of the closet, he was already there, waiting to get started.

“Hey, Jess.” he said when I opened the door.

“Don’t talk.” I instructed as I took him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me to start making out.

He obeyed, which I was thankful for. I didn’t like it when he was in a chatty mood.

I flicked the door locked with my thumb and one eye slightly open. I began to unbutton his shirt. He reached for my belt and started un-doing it. When his shirt was off, I went for his zipper.

After everything was off, I decided to leave my bra on today. I didn’t want to risk someone walking in on us and sneaking a peak at my D cups. Besides, it’s not like Xander had never seen them before.

The one thing I hated about doing it in the janitor’s closet was because we had to be super quiet. That’s a hard thing for me to do.

“How has your day been going?” he asked casually.

Are you kidding me? Why did he always want to talk, especially at times like these!?

“Xander, what did I say about talking?”

“Sorry.”

When we were getting dressed, he decided now would be a good time to start a conversation.

“Jess, how come we never talk?”

“Because it ruins the mood.”

“I like talking to you.”

“That’s cute of you, but really. I’d rather not.”

“Jess, what the hell are we right now?!”

“Xander, I thought you knew that we aren’t anything right now! Everything that just happened is to be kept a secret because it meant nothing! Everyone thinks I’m still a virgin and don’t even know that we have even exchanged two words! I don’t want to be anything more than what we are right now.” I told him sternly.

He looked hurt and confused.

“I thought you liked me. I thought I meant something to you. If that’s not the case, then this is the last time we’ll ever do anything like this!” he told me.

Ouch. Why did that hurt so much?

“Come on, Xander…”

“I’m done. Bye, Jessica.” he stormed out the door first and I left a minute later, like we always do.

What just happened? Did Xander really have feelings for me I wasn’t aware of? It didn’t matter. I had Jameson problems to deal with.

The rest of the day, Xander was on my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake the feeling off.