My teacher's obsession // S.M + C.C

3

Camila

'Let me in' the foggy window pane read

I reached towards the window sliding it upwards

"Dude, what the hell?", I said confused as he entered my room

"You're soaking", I continued

"Seeing in you a tank top and shorts, maybe", he slyly smiled

"Shawn!", I grabbed the diary and hit his shoulder

"Ouch, I was kidding woman!", he replied

"Don't you think you're a little too old for a room of this sort?", he carried on

"This was my sister's room", I replied taking a seat

"I'm sorry", he placed his hand on my shoulder

"No no, it's fine... why are you here?", I questioned

"Just wanted to check if you're okay", he smiled

"I'm much better, thanks", i said

"Cool", he said

"Cool", I replied

*knocking on the door*
"Fuck", I whispered under my breathe

"Hide", I yell

"Where", he asks

"In my bra", I sarcastically reply

"Okay", he calmly replies

I reach for my diary again

"Okay fine, I'm going under your bed", he rolls his eyes

I head towards the door looking back quickly to make sure Shawn is out of sight and open it

"Where the fuck are my bottles?", my mother yells

"I don't know", I reply

"Yes, you do! Where did you keep them", she yells once again

"I don't fucking know or care", I yell back

"Camila, you better give it to me", she threatens

"Or what?", I roll my eyes

"Get out of my house", she grabs my arm

"Your house? I've been working day and night so I could pay the goddamn bills... grandma isn't going to continuously be paying for your expenses Sinu", I loosen the grip and pull my arm back

"Fuck you", she head back downstairs each step being quieter and quieter indicating that she left

I fought back my tears as I quickly wiped one that was about to escape and slammed the door shut

"Camila", I heard a soft whisper

"Shawn, I'm okay", I reply

"No, you're not", he walks towards me and wraps his arms around me

All the strength I had fell apart as I burst into tears melting into his arms

"Shh, it'll be okay... I promise", he runs his hands through my hair

"Thanks Shawn", I manage to smile

"What are friend's for?", he replies

"Mhmm"

"So we're friends now?", he questions

"Getting there... I don't have many", I wipe my tears

"I'm equivalent to many", he smiles

We talk about my sister for a bit and he tells me about the reason behind him being there for the memorial was because his parents were sponsers for the camp my sister was in

"I'll get going", he gets up and reaches for the window

"Shawn", I grab his hand

"Yeah?", he turns back

"Thank you", I smile

He smiles back and heads out

I lay in the bed thinking about the events that occurred today and the extra emotional rollercoaster that I had to ride as I loose consciousness and fall asleep