Unforseen Lovers {TeacherXPupil} {Lesbian}

Chapter 18- Rejection

Danni's POV

The next day was Thursday, and it was very much the same as the day before- boisterous students and a ridiculous lack of coffee. My lack of tolerance was also the same, except worse today because I wouldn't be seeing Emily after school.

I sauntered through the corridors, completely blanking the students tackling each other, as well as those throwing their lunch at each other.

As amazing as the job was, and as hard as I trained to get to where I am, this high school was never meant to be a permanent employer. I planned to move on either this year or next, to a higher funded school with students that knew what respect was in some form. Days like these make me want to move that date forward however.

Every class was dreadful and worst than the one before, apart from period three- the year 13s.

I was late returning from corridor duty because of yet another fight- I needed to fill out a statement of the event. When I bursted through the classroom door, I almost forgot that Emily would be sitting inside behind her desk, just not alone. Every face in the room turned to look at me after finishing all of their conversations, but the only one that my eyes seemed to find was Emily's. I probably stared at her for too long before she cleared her throat and looked away awkwardly- she was shockingly impressive at keeping up the professional appearance when others were around.

I decided to break the painful awkwardness and quiet that was now present in the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, where did we get up to last lesson?" I looked around for an answer but only found blank and quizzical faces. "Okay bare with i'll just check my notes, get your 'Macbeth' books out while waiting please."

The class all seemed to follow the instruction as I flipped through my diary to check where we had left off last class. I glanced around the classroom to ensure that everyone was ready to begin and naturally found my eyes lingering on Emily for a little bit longer. I wondered how many striped tees she actually owns, as she seems to be wearing a different one every day, but she rocks them regardless.

By the time the class actually begun, it went flew by at a scary pace.

The hour was spent reading the text as a group. I wasn't particularly in the mood to read aloud for an hour and so gave the task to the students, who took it in turns to each read a page. We'd hardly gotten through one section when the bell chimed and the students started to get up and throw their books into the bags.

Emily walked past my desk on her way to the the door but did not stop to chat at all- as arranged of course. She did drop a folded up piece of paper, however.

I honestly had not received a note like this for a crazily long time, it almost made me feel like a high school student again. She didn't look back before she walked out of the room behind her peers and moved along the corridor to her next class. I fumbled and fiddled with the tightly folded paper until I finally managed to reveal the message inside.

"I love that shirt on you, but it looks a bit better when its no inside-out."

I thought she was joking until I looked down and saw the label, which was meant to be inside and hidden, sticking out of the side of my shirt. I wanted to cry with embarrassment in that moment, every student i had taught that day surely would have seen. I rose from my desk to head to the toilets to fix my shirt  during my free period when Mr Marsh entered my classroom.

"A knock is usually kindly accepted, sir." He looked puzzled for a minute before realising.

"It's not like you have anything to hide Danni." He smirked patronisingly after this, as if he had successfully landed what he thought was a pick-up line.

"Funny. What is it you were after?" I moved towards the door and hovered my hand near the handle to make it blatant that he had caught me at the wrong time.

"You actually." Every muscle in my body cringed at that statement and I almost laughed at his forward-ness. "Do you want to go out somewhere after your final class?" He asked in a manner that did not seem questioning at all, almost as if he thought he was entitled to this date that would never happen.

"I'm flattered but no. Busy. Sorry." I turned to the handle at this point to make my intentions to leave even more obvious in case he hadn't picked up on it before. 

"Oh go on, stop playing hard to get." He sounded like a whining child and anger rushed through my veins like lava. When was he going to give up?

"No Mr Marsh. I'm sorry and goodbye." I opened the door and started to exit the room until he grabbed my arm, forgetting gentleness in the process. I turned back and glared at the spot where he was gripping me, "you have three seconds to remove your hand."

I was absolutely livid at this point, and he didn't seem phased by the encounter at all. He looked down at the same spot, as if it wasn't in fact his own hand resided there. "Come on Danni. No one will love you if you act like this. You're into me and you know it."

I didn't even respond to his idiocy, I was way too beyond belief about his excessive pride and ego. I wanted to scream that I was a lesbian in his face, but it would do not good to announce such a thing and make it known in a professional environment. I wanted to tell him how arrogant he was being, but that's never worked before.

"One second... half a second..."

He snapped at my countdown and ability to patronise him as he removed his fist from my arm. "Fuck you, Danni. Slut." He then turned and left the way he came, stomping down the empty corridors like a child throwing a tantrum.

Slut shaming has always been the classiest way for a guy to show that he had lost a fight, and it was hilarious to me. I couldn't help but to snicker at the entire thing as I made my way to the toilet to turn my shirt the correct way around.

A/n- oooofff nothing like the introduction of an antagonist to lighten the mood, right? :))