Inappropriate Teacher Crush? Yes Please!

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Laura's POV :

It was Friday afternoon, as of routine I often came to the school's fitness facilities as it was just convenient and I got to see Parkinson flex weights, lmao I'm kidding! The more I spoke to him and was around him more I discovered he was actually a really good mentor and was quite the confidence raiser so any attraction like that had diminished like I couldn't deny he was good looking however Mr B had my eyes, I was still pissed at him if I was to be honest.

I hadn't attended any of his lessons this week as I'd been of for a netball away tornement with the girls so I hadn't seen him since the last incident. Frankly I was glad I hadn't seen him, I wouldn't know how to act,
So I sat soundly on the rowing machine, my earphones blasting Ariana Grandes new album , blood pumping in my veins, working out my forearms and quads , before Ismael tapped me on my shoulder,

"Laur Mr Parkinson wants to know if you want to do the plank challenge with us, we're setting up over there if you'd like to come," he tilted his head towards Mr Parkinson who was pulling a gymnast mat out for us,

"Sure! Let me just get to 7 minutes on this and I'll be right with you," I said, finishing my last rep, before taking a large gulp from my water bottle, and skipping towards sir, who ushered me to get down so I could do the plank,

"Ready , set , go" Mr Parkinson began the timer , my body began to burn, damn already! My body began to shake ,

"Come on Laura, you've got this ! You're doing great!!" Mr Parkinson happily encouraged cheering me on,
"1 minute 43..44'' And I fell with a thump,

"Damn that was one work out," I rubbed my side , wincing at the soreness of my muscles, my legs like jelly, as I wobbled standing up,

"Whoooop Laura, go you Hun, I've got to dash now , my mums just rang me , ill call you in a bit , have a lovely weekend !" Ismael hugged me, blowing a kiss on the way out leaving Me and Mr Parkinson alone together ,

There were a few people left in the gym, a lad with headphones on on the treadmill and a few girls sparring outside with the boxing gloves and pads, Mr B just wouldn't leave my mind and it was absolutely driving me insane, during school hours it was the worst because I knew I'd see him some way or another.His and his stupid thin rimmed glasses , and his stupid small smile and just him, stupid stupid STUPID. Okay I'll have to come clean to myself, I did in fact have a teensy weensy crush for my teacher who was give or take 8-9 years older than me but hey age is just a number when I turn 18 he will only be 26 like that is not too bad, but until then we will just vibe like this I suppose. He wasn't even all that, but to me , I don't know , something about him that made my breathing quicken.

While I was internally battling myself, Mr Parkinson messed with his Spotify , a slow yet upbeat song played in the background as he sat himself with clearing of his throat on the exercise bench, hands on both knees drumming his fingertips to the beat. His eyes fell on my distressed face, as I was sitting on the mat picking at the rubber from a kettle bell,chewing my lip as it was a habit of nervousness,

"What on your mind kiddo, you look a little bit troubled over there? You okay?" Genuine concern lacing his voice as he looked at me intently , leaning forward as if to hear me better,

"Yes yes , I'm just thinking, I'm a hard thinker," I chuckled not meeting his gaze, imagine him finding out I have a big fat crush on one of his colleagues who may I remind you all is a lot older than me paha,

"Penny for your thoughts my lady," he said in a terrible country accent, making us both burst into laughter, he raised his arched brow, giving me a subtle but cheeky smile, "Is it a boy on your mind, I have a little sister and she always has a look about her what she's having crush problems," he chuckled fondly , at the mention of his sister ,