HER (GirlxGirl) [Completed]

Chapter five: Strucked

I couldn't help but watch Miss Bailey in front of the class as she was going over a lecture. The way she moved had my mind captivated and although I'm attracted to older women, I really shouldn't be this drawn into someone who happens to be my instructor.

Talking to her earlier today made me realize how stunning she really was. The little things that I picked up on her as she was watching me explain things or when she would talk had my mind in a fog.

She was really beautiful but not every beautiful woman has me practically drooling over them. Especially since she's my instructor, I don't think the thought of her should consume my mind anymore than it already has been.

Even Mr. Thomas saw how distant I was in his class. He asked about it a few times but I just said I had a lot going on at the moment but I wouldn't let it effect my work. I knew that we had a pretty tight friendship and lying to him was not an easy route to take.

The fact that Miss Bailey was starting to consume my thoughts was very scary. I haven't known her but a few days already, so I shouldn't be this head-crazy over this woman.

Eh.

It'll pass.

But even though she's so gorgeous..

There's something about her though.

My eyes tore away from her in fear that she'll catch me staring at her. Although she was teaching, so watching her was a must, it still scared me though so I looked around the room before looking over at Cole.

He was writing things down in his notebook, and I wondered if he was writing what Miss Bailey was saying or if he was just doodling. I'll take the latter over anything anyday. Cole wasn't the best student when it came to paying attention. Sadly, I went to high school with him and he almost didn't graduate cause he sucks at paying attention to shit.

Signaling back into what Miss Bailey was saying, I looked over and her in time for her eyes to find mine. I gave her a small smile and she returned it as her eyes scanned the room before turning her back towards us.

Placing my chin in my palm while it was propped on the table, I studied her as she was writing something on the board. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her no matter how hard I tried.

I'm attracted to her but I'm not head over heels, which is a good thing. I don't really think the whole 'love at first sight' shit is real. I mean, you can find someone extremely attracted and be awestruck by their beauty but it doesn't mean that you're in love with them.

Love is such bullshit in my language.

It doesn't make any sense.

I haven't really been in relationships. Maybe one but I don't like finding myself in confined situations with no exit route. I don't like thinking about being with someone and not being able to jump ship without hurting them.

It scares me and a lot of people go through it so I'm not alone.

Miss Bailey was beautiful and I'm just, I guess you could say, gawking over her beauty. It's either weird or normal but since I never thought any other instructors were this gorgeous, I'll just take this as super weird.

Shaking my head, I looked down at the notes that I had written and although there was only a page of notes, I knew I needed to write more. I'm just getting easily distracted and it's killing me.

Why must I be so attracted to older women?

And why must God torture me in having Miss Bailey as my instructor?

This might be a long ten months if I don't get my mind in the right place.

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"There's this party this weekend. I know someone who knows the person who is hosting it." Jace said as he was flipping through the channels on the tv.

"Sounds fun." I agreed. I haven't been to a party in a while and maybe that would help with all this fuzziness in my head.

Half of it doesn't have anything to do with Miss Bailey. Although the reason is mostly her, but there's a lot more things that I'm dealing with besides having a gorgeous instructor who is distracting me.

I guess talking to her in the student lounge just made my mind start acting fuzzy and out of focus. When she walked into the classroom the first day, I dismissed the thought of her in a heartbeat. As I got to talking to her, I noticed a lot more things about her than what I saw from the back of the classroom.

Looking over at Jace, I thought about this party he mentioned. I propped my elbow on the back of the couch and stared at him for a moment. "So is this party a college party? Teen party or just a regular party?"

"Since I don't know anyone who goes to college besides you and I sure as hell don't know any teens, I'll just have to say that it's a regular house party."

"Alcohol?" I ask.

He smiles. "Of course. What kind of party is a party without alcohol?"

"The kind that you know you would have to spike some kind of drink in order to make it a party." I smiled.

We went back to watching tv, talking a little every once in a while about this party. Honestly, I couldn't wait. I was more than ready to let all the stress that I have let loose and not focus on anything other than how drunk I'm about to get.

Not being able to contain my excitement, I started talking to Jace about the party once more and I could feel the excitement bubble up inside me.