Unintentional

Amy POV

One week already. Today is Friday. I have to say, my first week wasn't so bad. I've had worst experiences. I feel all giddy and shit right now. The first period is English.

I am sitting, chatting with Chuck when Ms. Wade walks in. She greets, and students do the same. I stopped talking with Chuck almost immediately to admire my teacher.

After settling, she gives us a descriptive essay to write. She claims this is only a revision. I feel like it is, too. This is easy work. I also notice she is avoiding eye contact with me. Well, I will have to try a next way.

I can hardly contain myself because I know what is on my paper that she is about to collect from us. I have written about a sexual experience between an English teacher and her student. I want to get her attention, and she is avoiding me.

The buzzer sounds. I make sure I'm the last one to pass up my paper. I let my finger brush against her wrist. She doesn't even look up at me. I grin and leave.

It is almost the end of the day, and I am leaving Science class to go to my final one, Spanish. As I round the corner, I see Avery. The hallway is near empty. She didn't see me, so I hugged her from behind and was about to whisper something naughty in her ear when I see Ms. Wade. She looks me dead in the eyes, and I release Avery.

"I need to see you after classes."

She doesn't even wait for my reply. She walks toward her class.

About half an hour after my Spanish class is over, and messing with Avery, I'm making my way to Ms. Wade.
She is sitting at her desk. Grading papers, I presume. I lock her door and move into the class. I pull a chair and place it right next to her at her desk. She barely looks at me.

"I want to talk to you about -eh-em- your essay."

I'm grinning, "was it not descriptive enough?"

"That's not the problem. Amy, you cannot write in that manner and pass it up to me."

"Why? You said descriptive. I used no obscene language in my work."

She looks me now in the eyes. Her hazel eyes are so piercing.

"Amy, get serious. You know what I'm talking about."

A few strands of her hair escaped her bun, and I, absent-mindedly, tuck them behind her ear. I let my finger linger, and I brush it, gently, against her cheek.

"Maybe what I wanted was your attention, but you've been avoiding me."

She stands, and it seems like she wants to exercise some authority.

"Look, Amy, this can't happen. Whatever you are thinking, it can't be. I am your teacher, and you are my student. You need to respect that."

I get up, walk towards her, and she takes a few steps back. She cannot move anymore. Her back is against the chalkboard. She bites her lower lip nervously as I near her. I see the imprints of her hard nipples again. I bring my body very close to hers. Our chests are almost touching. If I lean just an inch more, I will be able to feel her nipples.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, Alyssa? Do I make you feel something? Do I -"

She pushes me away from her and goes back to her desk.

"I feel nothing. Leave. Everything is a big joke to you."

"Do you see me laughing?"

I pick up my bag, walk to her desk, and look directly into her eyes.

I whisper, "I won't give up."