In love with my teacher//Raulson

Chapter 6

Usually, I would try to find Nathalie or Evan during passing time but finding them didn't even cross my mind. The only thing that was on my mind was the girl I'd seen earlier. 

That, and the whole acid incident, I tried my hardest to avoid that room. I hadn't fully comprehended that I'd have to be in that room for an hour and a half. Shit, I hadn't even fully comprehended that I had to be in the damn room in the first place.

Every second of me not having to head 5th hour was priceless, I embraced every moment of it. I roamed around the hall aimlessly looking for her, no luck. I looked at the clock, it read 1:45, I had three minutes to get to class.

I contemplated just skipping class altogether but that didn't really make sense, seeing as if I would have to go back eventually, may as well rip the band-aid off now.

I'd thought about asking the office if they knew anything about how Ms.Wendy was doing or where she was located...but that would've been kind of creepy.

I walked into the science hall and all the memories started to flood back. The first time I met her, she found me crying in the bathroom. We walked down this hall laughing our asses off at the dumb jokes she made. And I'll never forget the smell of her lunch that would fill the hallway.

The laughter, the tears, the food, I was gonna miss it all. You don't realize what you have till it was gone and he was like the mother I never had.

I walked slowly down the hall. The thought of skipping passed through my mind again but before I knew it the bell was ringing and I was practically there.

I walked straight to my seat and kept my head down. The black, cold tables clouded from the heat radiating from my body.

"You're late," said, what I was guessing was the new teacher.

The voice sounded familiar, as much as I was tempted to look up and quench my curiosity, I didn't.

It's something about being somewhere familiar but knowing it just won't be the same that's... unsettling. From the day I was having, I wasn't so sure If could handle it.

"Ahem," She tried to get my attention again.

I felt everybody's eyes on me, I felt like a freak. I always hated being the center of attention, I hated people staring at me, silently judging me. I wish she would accept that fact that knew I was late and fuck off. I obviously could hear her, I wasn't deaf.

I heard her heels clanking, the sound was getting louder and louder as she approached me.

"Hey--" she reached out and touched me. And that's where I bout lost it.

"YEAH, I GET IM FUCKING LATE, IM NOT DEAF, NOW GET YOUR HANDS OFF--" I looked up and caught a glimpse of our new teacher.

I was all too familiar with the person my eyes had locked with. The girl--the woman I had been searching for all day had been in my presence. THE GIRL I WAS SEARCHING FOR WAS FINALLY IN MY PRESENCE. I'd I been thinking about her, wanting her near me..so now that she was close why did I feel the need to get as far away from her as possible?

Sarah's P.O.V

I began to feel a little at home once I stepped into the room. I know that's weird. "Home"  would probably be the last word to describe school, they're more like opposites. But something about the room gave off a homey vibe. It made me feel like I fitted in.

It sounded harsh..considering what happened in this room. I'd tried my hardest not to think about it, not that I had trouble doing it;  It hadn't crossed my mind since the incident in the bathroom earlier. I couldn't stop thinking about it.