Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Different, somehow

The hushed chatter of the other students in her class is less annoying today, or maybe that's because I'm too distracted with remembering what happened this morning to really pay attention.

"Hey, dumbass." Cara calls, finally rooting me back in the present.

"Huh?" I mumble incoherently as I turn to look up at where she stands beside my desk, asking for what we did yesterday while she was gone.

"What's up? You're acting different, somehow." She inquires, but I just frown at her, hoping to pay it off.

"Nothing." I shrug, but she raises a brow and subtly glances at Camila, and I blush. Both of her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, but then Camila returns her gaze to Cara and the moment between us passes.

"Sounds relatively easy." Cara nods after Camila gives her the instructions.

"Right, it'll be due tomorrow, though. Okay?"

Cara nods and heads back to her seat, gently pushing my shoulder on the way. I spot Camila frowning at the action, but a quick wink makes her blush and she frown disappear. I still remember what her lips feel like around my finger, and on my lips, but there's so much more I want to know about how she feels against me. My mind begins to wander to all the dirty things we could do, and oh my god it's hot enough that it leaves me squirming in my seat and sweating a little more.

She notices and asks if I'm okay. My only response is a nod, because I know that if I tried talking I'd just tell her what I'm thinking of. I understand how much we're both risking by even interacting like this; Nobody else needs to know about us. Especially not anyone on the football team who'd likely report us just because they're envious.

Still, the picture of her sitting that pretty ass of hers on her desk while she kisses me, topless, is probably something I should keep to myself.

In a moment, she starts to teach, and I try my hardest to pay attention.

...

At the end of the class period, I tell Cara to wait outside as 'I need to discuss something with Ms. Cabello'. That's not my plan, though.

As soon as everyone is out, she speaks up.

"Cara knows, doesn't she?"

"I-" I sigh and look down, feeling like I've betrayed her, "I'm sorry. She's like my sister. It's hard to keep anything hidden from her, but I really did try."

"It's okay. Why did you stay though?" She sighs, "Was there a legitimate reason or..."

I stand up beside where she sits at her desk and she grins up at me, a gorgeous twinkle in her eyes.

"Give me another." Is all I say, leaning down with my hands on the sides of her chair. She smirks and cups my cheek while kissing the other, making me pout.

"Not like that." I complain, cupping both of hers and kissing her properly. Her lips move against mine perfectly, though it only lasts a moment before she slaps my backside playfully.

"Go to class. I'd rather not see your theatre teacher again." She scolds, and I peck her lips one more time before grabbing my bag and leaving.

I pause in the doorway and look at her over my shoulder, saying genuinely, "Just so you know, I won't tell anyone else about us."

She smiles softly and nods, "I know. I trust you. But, thank you."

I nod and wave and this time actually leave.

"You just made out with her didn't you?" Cara interrogates me on the other side. I clasp my hand over her mouth and tell her to hush, before shaking my head.

"No, I heard there was a quiz this week and wanting to make sure there isn't." I lie smoothly, but she frowns and licks my hand, making me pull it away.

"Is there?"

"I don't know." I shrug, and she laughs out loud before turning down her hallway.

"Whatever, Y/n! See you at lunch!" She calls out.

I sigh. I kind of wanted to see Camila again at lunch. Still, I can always surprise her tomorrow instead. I nod and yell back, "See you later, Car!"