Unintentional

Amy POV

We won the game on Friday. Our victory came by five points. Now, I kinda hate the fact that it's Monday already, but I like it, because even if Alyssa won't be taking my work to my house anymore, I'll be in her classroom. There is something so sexy about her when she is teaching. I think I find everything about her sexy. Also, after a long weekend, I'm ready to see her.

I can't stop thinking about Alyssa. I know one thing is certain... she is different. There is something different about the way I feel towards her. I have never felt like this about another female. It no longer feels like I have to get in her pants the first two days of knowing her. I feel like if Alyssa promises to give herself to me a year from now, I'd wait. If you had asked me that a month ago, the answer would have been "heck, no!".

I come back to reality to the sound of Alyssa greeting us. My eyes immediately go to hers. I let my eyes travel from head to toe. She sees that I can see she is nervous. I smile inwardly. I love doing that to her.

She assigns us our work, and she goes to her desk, busy with her own work. I glance around the room. Everyone seems to be focused on their work as well. I get up and move to Alyssa, pretending I need an explanation of what I'm supposed to do. I place my paper on her desk and ask her for some explanation. She looks at me funny but doesn't say anything.

She proceeds to show and explain to me what I'm supposed to do. I take a quick glance up to make sure it is safe, and I barely run my finger along the back of her palm. She tenses and looks at me to tell me to stop. I just lick my lips then. I lean just a little closer, but not too close.

"I want to see you later, sexy," I barely whisper.

I know she hears it, though. Her cheeks are red. By the time I lift my head, I look straight at Rhonda. I know she didn't hear that, but I hope she didn't read my lips or something.

I knit my brows at her, mouth "bitch", and go to my seat. She just smirks at me. Weird. She would normally retaliate.

Class is over way too soon. I wish I could have a class of just English all day long.
Chuck and I are having lunch, and he is just watching me.

"Take a picture while your at it," I say.

He grins, and shakes his head.

"I see you, Amy. Be careful."

"See me? Be careful? Please speak English."

His face takes on a serious look, and he puts up both hands, as if surrendering.

"As a friend...be careful. We won't talk about it, but I'll just say that."

Did he see what I did earlier at Alyssa's desk? I doubt it. I was very careful. I wouldn't do anything stupid, and risk Alyssa harm. Never!

We finish our lunch in almost silence. He is right. I'm not ready to say anything yet. As a matter of fact, there is nothing to say. What do I tell him? That I adore our teacher, but nothing can come of it? That I kissed her, and I love doing that? It's pointless. I'm just her student, with a crush on her. I hope so...