"Thanks for the ride back to the school Cole. Hopefully there's no one sitting in the back of my car when I get in."
Jada closed the car door and dipping down and leaning on the window. "Bitch if you ever need anything, money, food, a place to sleep just fuckin call me. I will always answer and Pearl is always at the house."
"Why do you call you mom that?" Jada chuckled.
"Her name is classy and Pearl is a classy bitch." Cole fluttered his eyelashes as he gripped the steering wheel of his BMW.
"Text me when you get home okay?" Cole asked. Jada nodded as she walked into the parking lot fishing her keys out of her bag.
She listened as Cole sped away, his music blaring and shaking the car. Jada chuckled to herself, unlocking her car quickly and locking it back as she slammed the door.
The Mercedes welcome appeared on the screen and she quickly started the car. Plugging in her phone, she looked around the parking lot before pausing.
A couple spaces down was Masterson throwing his bag into the trunk of his car. He tossed his hair back, leaning on the roof on his car.
Jada frowned as her heart ached for him. Their first game and they lost by four points.
She watched as he got into his car, sitting in the drivers seat for a few minutes contemplating before starting his car and leaving the parking lot.
Jada frowned again, her hands clutching her leather steering wheel tightly and her leg shaking up and down.
What if he doesn't think about you the way you think about him?
Jada shook the thought, throwing the car into gear and raced down the street. Her mind became overwhelmed with thoughts of Masterson. His hair, his face, his eyes, his arms, everything about it seemed to incapacitate her in every way.
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Pulling up to her house, Jada punched in the gate code, the gate beeping twice before opening shakily. She proceeded through and down her drive way.
Parking outside the garage, Jada lugged her sports bag out of her passenger seat and into the house.
Opening the front door, through the kitchen you could hear a tiny beep. "Front door open."
Slamming the door and locking it, Jada trudged up the stairs and into her room. Tossing the bag onto her bed, she quickly sat at her vanity and stared at herself in her mirror.
Majority of her concealer was gone, her mascara was clumping around the edges of her eyes and her contacts irritated her eyes with every blink.
Taking out a wipe, she scrubbed at her face making sure to get every part of her face, even under her neck.
Her hair was crimped near her roots and stuck to her forehead in some places. Brushing through it quickly, Jada threw away the wipe, popped out her contacts and made her way into the bathroom.
Placing her phone on the counter, she blared some music through the speakers of the bathroom and started the shower.
Undressing, she quickly got into the shower, scrubbing any glitter or sweat she had still sticking to her skin.
She thought about Masterson and how he looked at her. It was different this time. Something in him, in his face, told her that he wanted her.
Now you're being delusional, Jada. Why would a twenty something year old man who has a profession and a career want a teenage girl who he teaches Chemistry to?
Jada frowned scrubbing her body even more. She ran her hands across her stomach, right where Masterson had grabbed her to pull her out of the way.
Why would he have done that? Why only me? There three other girls who could've gotten hit and he grabbed me.
"You're not that special." Jada mumbled to herself as she ran a hand through her hair.
Turning off the water, Jada grabbed a towel hanging next to the shower and dabbed her skin with it then wrapping it around herself.
She grabbed her phone off of the counter, slouching onto her bed, her towel secured around her torso.
She stared up at the ceiling as the music blared through her room, her pupils running over the posters plastered to her ceiling staring back at her.
Her body fell still and eventually, her body was floating to the ceiling, weightless practically. She was a balloon with no string, flying to the sky.
A buzz brought her back to earth, crashing into her bed. Her eyes fluttered open as she brought her phone to her face.
steph.masterson started following you
steph.masterson liked your photo
Her eyes grew wide as she sat up in her bed, adjusting her towel around her body.
... he just followed me on Instagram?
Pressing on the profile, Masterson's page filled the screen, Jada's eyes running wild.
Clicking on the first photo, her eyes set loose scanning the picture. It was Masterson and that social studies teacher he was always with, Coach Cortez.
The two had taken a picture together before the game. His smile lit up the photo and his awkward pose but he was happy, and she cared about that.
"First game of the season!
12 seconds ago."
Jada let out a chuckle as she scrolled through the rest of the photos. Pictures of gourmet food and art museums, so high quality for a high school teacher.
Pictures of skylines of Austin to New York City to Los Angeles.
He's a traveler.
Liking the photos, one by one, Jada scrolled until she reached the bottom then scrolling back to the top where she pressed the blue button next to his picture.
Follow back.
He was online, she knew he was. She knew he would see her activity.
Hopping off of her bed, Jada walked to her closet pulling out some sweatpants and a tank top, discarding of her wet towel in her hamper.
Pulling on her top, Jada jumped back into bed as she scrolled through Masterson's page again.
Students aren't allowed to follow staff on social media...
"But there's nothing saying that staff can't follow students on social media." Jada muttered to herself as she smirked.
Flipping her phone onto her bed, Jada couldn't hold back her smile. Clutching her pillow to her chest she felt her cheeks heat as she squealed in her bed.
Maybe he does think about me like that.
