More than a student (Supercorp)

Sixteen

Uh oh.

I messed up big time. Literally.

My heart sinks. A horrible gut feeling settles in my stomach and I want to cry, scream, run away. Anything to get me out of this situation.

"Lena, I am so sor-" I start quietly, words stuttering and stumbling from my mouth as it turns completely dry. However, I don't get a chance to finish my apology when I feel soft lips on mine. Huh?

My breath catches in my throat. She doesn't pull away this time, no, it's longer, and full of something I can only seem to describe as magic.

Lena moves her arms from their position in her lap to around my neck and I can't help but smile against her mouth.

Perhaps I didn't do anything wrong?

She smiles into the kiss, causing me to melt, overwhelmed.

Once we slowly pull apart, we smile like dorks at each other. Lena's arms are still wrapped around my shoulders as we rest our heads together. I try and take in what the heck has just happened. Twice.

I sigh. "I've been wanting to do that forever."

"Me too," Lena grins back, causing me to smile.

"Really?" I ask, frowning, trying to hide my excitement.

"Yes," she hums.

I chuckle lightly. "What does this mean for us?"

I take my hands back from around her neck, nerves suddenly creeping up my bones at how unsure and fragile this situation has now become.

"Us? There's an us now?" Lena asks, tilting her head to the side in a teasing manner.

"Only if you want there to be?" I backtrack slightly, eyes widening when I realise perhaps this isn't exactly what she wants. My fingertips dance around each other and I find myself playing with my hands.

"Yeah," she tells me without missing a beat, causing butterflies to flutter around my stomach.

"We can take it slow if you'd like?" I suggest cautiously, the background knowledge that she's still technically my teacher for a few more months tugging at my mind.

"Of course," she promises with a sweet smile.

"We'd need to keep it a secret too," I inform her, "because you could get fired."

She laughs. Sits stationary in front of me and laughs. The butterflies return, my forehead crumpling. "It's true, no?"

Nodding, she says, "yeah," while shrugging. "Your bluntness was adorable."

My cheeks immediately flame up at her compliment and I frown even deeper. "I was just clarifying a few things," I whisper to myself more than her.

"You must be exhausted by now."

I tilt my head to the side in questioning. "You had a nightmare which disrupted your sleep and now we're here talking and..." she trails off and I blush harder. "You should probably head back to sleep."

I pout, scared that if this conversation ends now, tomorrow will come and this would have never happened. "Only if you sleep with me." I compromise.

She raises a perfect eyebrow at me, "I thought we were taking it slow?"

"I didn't mean it like that!" I quickly rush out, eyes widening, horrified.

"I know," Lena grins at me.

"Please stay," I ask innocently, voice hardly above a whisper.

"I would love to."

"Can we stay here and sleep?" I question, gingerly shuffling my position so that my head is rested on her chest.

I can hear her heart beat so clearly now, beating about a hundred miles per hour.

"What, like this?" She asks as she brings a hand up to my hair and starts playing with it in its ponytail.

I hum in response, not trusting myself to speak. It's so relaxing and I melt.

"Can I take it out?"

I nod against her chest, feeling the hairband getting tugged from my hair before it's finally released.

I still can't get over the fact that she likes me back. I feel my eyes slam shut, sleep threatening to take over at the rhythmic brushes of her fingers in my hair.

It's extremely late and I'm exhausted. It doesn't help that Lena is playing with my hair. It makes me feel all tingly, warm and relaxed.

"Go to sleep," She murmurs to me.

My head goes dizzy and my stomach is filled with the familiar butterflies again and I still can't believe it.

I sigh, snuggling into her warm chest even more as I manage to pass out.

I'm awoken the following day by sunlight on my face. I groan, rolling over in my bed. I look over-

Wait, my bed?

Why am I in my bed? And where's Lena?

Panicking, I sit up in my bed. My head would've probably started spinning if I were human by the speed I sit up. But I'm not, so it isn't.

Fear spreads through me as fast as a horrible gut feeling makes my stomach drop. I feel sick. It couldn't have been a dream? Could it?

Everything felt so real, but I could've sworn I feel asleep on her, on the couch, and not my bed.

Thinking back to last night frightens me. If all of it was real, what if she left? Back home, maybe, scared of getting fired.

She probably woke up with a clear mind, not a foggy one that we both had last night. But a mind which realised what we had done was wrong.

I feel embarrassed, ashamed.

She must've brought me up to my bed and left, regretting what we had done. I wouldn't blame her to be honest.

We were both tired and confused. Either that, or it was a dream.

I was probably so immersed in my nightmare that I started fantasising about Lena and I kissing and her actually somewhat liking me back.

I think back to yesterday and what I am now calling a dream.

How could it not have been a dream?

Letting out a sigh of relief, my heart calms down as I rub my eyes, climbing out of my warm, cozy bed.

I slip on my slippers before walking over to my closet and pulling on my grey dressing gown.

I yawn, scratching my head before feeling around for where my hairbrush is and brushing my hair.

Just as I open my bedroom door and am about to head down the stairs, I realise my glasses are still on my face.

Huh, that's strange. I never fall asleep with my glasses on.

I shrug off the thought, before continuing down the stairs.

You can imagine my complete surprise when I hear the sound of movement coming from the kitchen.

A thief?

However, when the smell of pancakes fills my nose, my thoughts backtrack.