Eleven

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We nearly kissed?

I know it's wrong in so many ways to kiss a teacher but something about it feels so stupidly right and I kind of feel disappointed that we were interrupted. Who knows what could've happened.

My eyes burst open at the sound of the phone and I don't know who it is ringing me, but their reasoning better be good. I slowly move away from her, face red with embarrassment. Her eyes are still shut, but once she doesn't feel my presence anymore, they flutter open as well.

She removes her hand from my cheek and lets it drop shamefully to her lap. There's a loud silence lurking in the air that I so long to escape.

"I uh, sorry," I whisper, feeling so dumb and stupid. What's she going to think of me now? We just nearly kissed and she's still my teacher, she still has to teach me.

We sit in silence just gazing at each other until my phone rings again. This shakes me out of my daze and I swiftly pick up my phone and accept the call.

"Alex?" I ask, still a bit dazed and in shock. I pause and wait for her to respond.

"Yeah I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"Good. Okay I'll see you Monday then. Love you too... bye."

I take the phone away from my ear as I rub my eyes and start staring at my phone in my lap. I watch Lena busing herself by grabbing her glass and downing some of its contents. 

"Alex said she's coming over on Monday to keep me company," I force a smile. She nods slightly, eyebrows drawn together in deep thought.

After a while, she decides to speak up. "Kara, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-" She sighs before carrying on. "I don't want to confuse you anymore. I think it's just best if I go, I'll see you tomorrow in class?"

She waits for a while for a response she isn't going to get. What am I supposed to say?

Giving up, Lena decides to stand and head toward the door. But before she can move any further, I eventually clear my throat. "Please, don't go. Not yet."

She turns around slowly to see me looking up at her with sad eyes and sighs before sitting back down.

"I," I begin.

"Look, Kara." She says firmly, cutting me off. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"But you didn't," I whisper dangerously to myself under my breath, hoping she can't hear. Wait what? I wanted her to kiss me? No... maybe?

"What do you mean?"

"You make me feel everything but uncomfortable." I murmur, ducking my head. "Maybe I should just go to bed, it's getting late." It isn't getting late, in fact it's barely five o'clock.

"Of course," she trails off, smiling at me. I smile back; it isn't much but it means everything.

"Well, here's my number in case you need anything." I distantly hear her voice as she scribbles something down on a scrap piece of paper she finds in her pocket. What do teachers even carry in there? "Feel free to call me whenever you need, I'll see you tomorrow at school?" I nod before standing up, following her over to the door.

"Thank you." I smile politely, grabbing the paper between my finger and thumb, slipping it into my pocket.

I have her number now? It barely has time to sink in before I start to spiral. The scent of her sweet flowery perfume is making me light headed.

"Bye, Kara." I relish in the way my name rolls so elegantly from her lips, her hand hovering over the door handle. Without a second glance back, she leaves.

I sigh to myself, tracing over my bottom lip where I so longed her touch to be. Wandering over to the kitchen, I pull the fridge door open and browse through the leftovers. I settle on the pasta I had last night, taking a seat back down on the couch.

After eating the entirety of the leftover pasta, I head upstairs to my bedroom, deciding to change and get ready for bed despite it being so early.

I lay there for what feels like forever, replaying the moments of the previous few hours over and over again in my head.

How I felt once our lips had nearly collided. How they would've felt if they had actually touched. I have to face her again tomorrow.

Finally after laying there staring at the ceiling, I pass out around nine. My dreams that night are filled with her and her only, causing my sleep to become disrupted.

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