I know, I know. Wattpad is full of those stories. but I wanted to write one myself.
It's about Sarah Paulson and the reader, obviously. Where Sarah is the new theater teacher and the reader is in her class. She will develop feelings for her student...
My day was really hard and boring. In theater I couldn't concentrate on my task and ruined our work. We had to pair up and come up with some ideas for a short performance. My concentration was very low and I kept staring at Sarah. She looked breathtaking in that black outfit. And that her blouse was see-through wasn't helping.
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Every now and then I stared at her black bra. Jasmine, my partner and other close friend nudged my shoulder and tried to catch my attention. "(Y/N), what are you looking at?" "What?" I said and looked at her. "What are you looking at?" she repeated her question. "Nothing, I was just looking out the window" I told her and my cheeks reddened. It was a lie of course, but I couldn't admit that I was looking at Sarah the whole time. I hope she didn't noticed it. But she did, of course and came straight to the both of us. "(Y/N) are you alright? You seem a little bit off today." My eyes flickered to her chest for a millisecond and I blushed. "Yeah, everything is fine. I just can't concentrate, that's all." Sarah bit her lip and told us to try again and perform.
Our performance was bad. No, that is still nicely expressed. It was HORRIBLE! I couldn't remember one single thing. I sighed frustrated and facepalmed myself. Without permission from Sarah, I left the classroom and went to the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw dark circles under my eyes. As I splashed some water in my face, the door opened and I expected my best friend behind me, but my eyes met a different pair of eyes through the mirror. "I'm sorry Miss Paulson, I shouldn't have left without permission" I mumbled and looked down. Sarah turned me around and hugged me. "What's wrong?" she whispered and I drew a deep breath in. Sarah's perfume smelled really good and it calmed me down. I hugged her back and answered. "I'm just so tired and I can't concentrate." "Where's your mind? Are you thinking about Oliver?" My head laid on her chest and I heard her heartbeat. "No, I don't think about Oliver. Sure I couldn't sleep because of the breakup, but that's not why I can't concentrate." Sarah caressed my hair and I realized how close I was to her. I wiggled out of her hug and took a step back. She tried to touch my arm, but I stopped her. "No, please stop. Why are you so nice to me? It's so confusing for me and than your outfit! I can't stop looking at you and that's not good. I'm your student, Sarah! I shouldn't stare at my teacher." Tears streamed down my face and I ran out of the room. I quickly ran to the classroom, grabbing my stuff and heading to my car. I don't care if I got detention for leaving school, but I couldn't be in Sarah's classroom for the rest of the lesson. It was all too much and I needed time to think.
