Isabelle's point of view
"Miss Anderson?"
It took me too many minutes to finally hear that student's voice calling me during class.
"Oh um yes?"
"I have a question..." The French girl said reminding me of the assignment I had asked them to realize.
"Sure." I quickly hopped off my desk I was leaning onto and joined her at the back of the class, catching some boys' gaze on my way there.
"I'm sorry I was lost in my thoughts, what's wrong?" I apologized to the shy student, leaning my hands on her desk and shifting closer so she wouldn't have to speak too loud as I believed she wasn't the type to like attention according to the red cheeks she now had.
Poor girl, I made her repeat my name a thousand times.
She quickly rambled about what she was struggling with and I did my best to help her, not acknowledging her trembling hands or the way she was nervously stuttering.
But soon my attention was caught by the same group of boys a few tables away, very inappropriately and not discreetly checking me out. Fuck I forgot I hated boys.
"Thanks miss."
Clearing my throat I quickly stood up again, realizing my cleavage was way too much on display with the position I had taken, well done Isabelle.
I really fought against the urge to roll my eyes when I walked past them and quickly took place behind my desk, almost hiding behind the wooden furniture.
"Boys, do your work please." I ended up scolding them after hearing them whisper for a few more minutes, giving them the best teacher look I could find right now.
In a matter of second my thoughts wandered back to Amanda and that toxic friend of hers. I was right to not like her since the beginning. She hadn't told me about Sarah ghosting her and that seriously got to my nerves. What a bitch.
Feeling too desperate for news from her as I hadn't seen her for a big amount of two hours, I discreetly turned my phone on, making sure no student would see their teacher texting in class.
« how is it going babe? » I sent her, receiving an answer in the following minute.
« It's alright. My teacher's cool, he's joking with us. »
« I'm a bit disappointed in you, I thought I had clearly said no phone in class. » I quickly typed, smirking down at my phone.
« Let me remind you who texted who
first. ;) »
How could I be able to imagine the exact expression she would have if she actually was in front of me, amusingly teasing me?
« That was a test. You failed. »
« Ow no... I could use a kiss from my girlfriend right now to console me, do you have any idea where she could be? »
A stupid idea suddenly emerged in my brain. An idea I immediately pushed away because I was supposed to be the wiser one in our relation. I wasn't supposed to break the rules and act like a teenager.
The next message I received got the best of me.
« I miss you. »
"Okay could you behave for one minute? I just remembered I need to make copies for my next class." I suddenly said, standing up with a random paper in my hand.
No answer.
"I'll be back quick."
I almost ran towards the teachers' room, really doing a few copies so it wouldn't look weird when I'll come back -sorry for the environment-, and texted Amanda.
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