How to have a Crush

Chapter-4

Miss Hillary was staring at me with a frown on her face, blue eyes directed in my direction with sheer disappointment visible in them. Her plump lips were pressed in a thin line as she sat on a chair. She had a sheet of paper in her hand with my handwriting scribbled all over it and an envelope was strewn on the table beside her books.

I was standing in front of her with my head bowed low, hands behind my back since my palms won't stop sweating. My face was thankfully covered by my long, black locks because I refused to meet eyes with her lest she sees the fear in them. I was shuffling on my feet from left to right, staring at the black and white patterned floor of the staff room, the plain white walls creating a sense of eerie in its atmosphere.

Wondering what the hell I am doing in my chemistry teacher's staff room on a Monday morning?

Well this sure is not for any extra tuition, seeing the fact that I am pretty much forced to attend the actual classes itself.

Apparently, after the very smooth sailing of my weekend when I entered the gates of hell again, instead of being surrounded by my friends, I am surrounded by some random sophomores who told me that Miss Hillary is expecting me in the staff room. Thinking that she might have wanted to discuss something about my performance in her class, I made my way towards the staff room which I found empty which is not a surprise since most of our teachers arrive late.

I was just thinking about making myself comfortable on one of the chairs for pupils when Miss Hillary entered the room with a blank expression on her face but that was not the problem. The problem was that she was holding a very familiar looking sheet of paper in her hand, the letter I had supposedly sent to Allison although it didn't seemed like it quite reached her.

As for now, Miss Hillary was sitting in one of the teacher's chair while I stood in front of her trying to hide the embarrassment I was feeling at a very high rate.

Suddenly she cleared her throat, asking for my attention which I was giving to the oh-so-interesting ground of the room until now.

Gulping, I slowly looked up meeting my eyes with hers, or at least trying to.

"Look Shanaya, I am not going to scold you or anything. I actually let things like this pass but when I receive a letter from my student at seven thirty on a Sunday morning containing a very descriptive analysis about her romantic interest, things need to be discussed.", Miss Hillary paused as she removed her glasses. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them. "Please just explain this to me because I really don't want to call in your parents in this matter."

Can I please get abducted by aliens right now? Even a zombie apocalypse will do. My cheeks are burning red and I am so glad for my tan skin right now. I have never been so embarrassed in front of a teacher before.

I don't even know how that letter reached her house. My chemistry teacher apparently lived a few houses away from my best friend and I had no idea about it until now. Also my idiotic self had managed to mess up an address I have been writing for years. Honestly, how much more pathetic can I get?

It feels so weird that my teacher now knows so much about my lack of love life. I am glad that I hadn't written any inappropriate things in this letter, unlike others....

I slowly gathered up some courage to offer a possible explanation for the shit I had just caused.

"I don't know how to explain this Ma'am. I promise that this was not intended as a prank or anything. This letter was for my friend Allison and I think I just confused her house number; she lives down the same street as you. I am really sorry for the inconvenience I caused, Ma'am. I swear this will not happen again. Please don't call my parents." I pleaded her with puppy dog eyes to put emphasis.