More than a student (Supercorp)

Ten

It's the end of March now. Maggie finally asked Alex to move in with her, to which obviously she said yes to, and I was over the moon at the news, until I realised it would mean I'd be lonely at home more often than not. Eliza has spent the better part of this year either abroad or in another state for work purposes, which is fine, I am an adult myself after all. But staying home alone in a large house does get lonely fairly quickly.

Furthermore, Winn likes to spend his time in the library nowadays. Lena knows this. It's now become a regular schedule for her to give me a lift home every Thursday. She doesn't normally stay round or come inside because she has to get home to prepare lessons for the next day or mark papers.

But today is different.

I had spent some of our lunchtimes for the most part of the week moping about how lonely I've been at home. So naturally, she offered to spend some time with me.

We exit the school as normal, avoiding other teachers with their obnoxiously curious glances and reach her car.

She's been nice to me, nicer than I could have ever imagined. And we've become close too, closer than I could have ever imagined becoming with a teacher. Sometimes I even think she's a mind reader with how understanding and kind she is.

When we arrive at my house, she parks on the drive and follows me to the door which I unlock quickly and we step inside.

"Did you want to watch a movie?" I ask her hesitantly, fiddling with my fingers as I wait for her to take a seat before I do.

Another thing that has changed is that I get an increase of nerves every time she's near me. Obviously I know she's pretty, more so beautiful. But everyone who has eyes knows that; it isn't math, it's pure common sense. I think it's something deeper than that, something different. I'm not sure what but it's there and my constant blushing and loss of words are proof of it.

"Okay," she replies, taking a seat on my couch, picking up the remote from the armrest, "but I'm picking, we aren't watching any of that weird stuff you like."

I raise my eyebrows at her, lips parting in protest, "Disney isn't 'weird'."

She puts on some true crime documentary which by the way, is hardly a movie. A few minutes in and I'm bored already, deciding to rest my head on the back of the couch, letting my eyes slip shut.

I relish in the relief it brings, the only noise being  the slow droning of the TV and her soft breaths.

"Sorry, am I boring you, darling?" She asks, tone daringly teasing. Darling... since when? Butterflies swarm my stomach, a strange and unnatural sensation.

I yawn in response, reluctantly opening my eyes to find her smirking right back at me. "I don't get how this is better than anything I would have picked."

Her thumb finds the remote and she switches the TV off. "Better?"

I tilt my head to one side in confusion, a small smile playing at my lips.

She stands up, announcing, "I'm going to grab a drink, do you want anything?"

I shake my head at her, "no thanks," I deny, pushing my legs up to curl beneath me.

When she returns minutes later, she doesn't sit back in her seat, no, she sits next to me instead. Her fingers unfurl from her glass and I watch as she leans back, smiling at me.

She shuffles slightly, elbow resting on the back of the couch, watching me. Our eyes connect and there's an unfamiliar force pulling us closer and closer together. Too close.

Lena moves a hand from her lap to my face, picking up a stray piece of my hair. She pulls it back, behind my ear and my stomach starts going crazy; like some party or something is going on down there.

My breathing speeds up as she rests a hand on my cheek and leans in closer, and closer. My heart is pounding though the roof and it feels like I'm about to have a serious heart attack.

My cheek goes all tingly from her touch.

She stares longingly into my eyes as she bites her lip. All of the air is knocked right out of me and I feel dizzy. Light headed. All of these weird and wonderful new emotions that I have never felt before.

Her eyes travel down. Down. Flittering from my glassy eyes to my pale lips. I can't help but do the same. My breathing hitches as I notice her chewing on her lip whilst simultaneously looking at mine.

I gulp down some silva that had been building in my mouth. The tension and the silence is defining. In fact, it's murderous. It's killing me.

Closer and closer.

I almost faint as her lips ghost mine. The silence only grows as I wait for something... something magical, something amazing to happen.

Anything.

Something that I've been waiting for since we first made eye contact. Since I was shown her kryptonite eyes. My only weakness.

So maybe the strange feeling is attraction and I know as I sit here that I want nothing more but to feel her lips on mine.

The only thing I can hear is my heart pounding against my chest. It's about to burst open at any moment.

My stomach is going crazy; doing flips and making me feel sick. But a good sick. A nice sick.

My whole face starts tingling with excitement. My lips. My cheek.

Her hand presses against my cheek firmer. It's so soft. I hear her breathing speed up as our lips are seconds apart.

My eyes slam shut.

Ring, ring!