Unforseen Lovers {TeacherXPupil} {Lesbian}

Chapter 23- Warning

Danni's POV

I had officially been Emily Brown's girlfriend for around about a week and we had been spending less time together than when we were both single. This wasn't a purposeful choice of course, we had both just been super busy.

I'd been working many more evenings a week because of the multitude of preparation and marking I had to battle my way through- graduation was right around the corner but that also meant that final exams were drawing in pretty close too. Because of the latter reason, Emily had been spending almost every second of her free time studying- alone or in small groups with her classmates.

Both of us were still feeling positive about the relationship and where it was going, however. During study breaks we had been texting, sometimes she would swing into my classroom for five minutes and we'd have a quick catch up, which was usually cut short by someone walking past (Mr. Marsh in many cases).

Despite the demands of life, I felt a deep rooted content with my circumstances and the people I surrounded myself with. The familiar sense of insufficiency sunk in occasionally, forcing me to feel more insignificant than ever. This usually phased out eventually however- much unlike before.

Mainly because of the levels of stress that i know Emily is under, I was yet to tell her about the alleged visit to my home from some mystery man. I still had no clue who it could possibly be- many of my friends didn't know where i lived due to the embarrassment associated with having such a steady career whilst residing in a tiny, studio apartment. For the same reason, my old house, where i stayed with a college friend, is the address logged into the school system (for emergencies and what-not).

This whittles down the amount of possible suspects hugely- it could not possibly be anyone in my personal life, nor anyone in my professional life. This process of elimination makes me believe it may be a stranger who doesn't know me personally. Regardless, Emily was blissfully aware of the issue (that may not be an issue).

I spent much of my time thinking about such topics, running my mind around people from my past that may have wanted to catch up; people i may of pissed off; packages i may of ordered and missed, which could have caused the courier to come to my door instead. Meaning that this entire thing is nothing but my clumsiness and I've got nothing to worry about.

I vouched to myself that one evening when i am not drowning in paper and ink pressure, i would look through my past Amazon or any of my most used clothing site orders.

However, this evening i was drowning.

I realised i was completely zoned out whilst making my ninetieth cup of coffee of the day in the teachers lounge, mid-conversation with a supply teacher. I believe she may of sensed my disinterest in whatever it was she was muttering away about.

"So yeah, this definitely isn't the greatest school I've worked at before but at least the staff are nice." She smiled awkwardly and i was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt at the fact that I'd completely ignored her talking about the suckish day she had.

"Oh yeah, for sure. The staff are lovely but the students suck." I smirked in an attempt to seem like I had a small amount of liking to the small talk.

She laughed in a manner that was extremely forced and faked before starting to depart, "Anyway, you seem a little busy so i'll leave you to it."

"No worries, have a nice night."

I knew that she would be going straight home to chill out and do all of the fun things i used to do before it was exam season, and my envy was incalculable.

I gripped the coffee mug with shaking hands- I had probably consumed a tad too much coffee today but it was also my life source so the shakes would have to suffice.

The walk back to my classroom during after-school hours was always lonesome but not in a negative way in any sense. The empty corridors that were usually crammed with screaming teenagers, were almost therapeutic to saunter down.

Finally, i reached my classroom and sunk gratefully into my chair in the same way i had every single other evening of the week. However, this evening was not filled with the same bliss as other evenings, because of one small added feature.

I had spent a ridiculous amount of time at my desk, meaning that i knew the way it looked and the objects on it like the back of my hand. When i saw a bright green sticky note with some red biro scribbled over it stuck on top of the stack of marking i was about to tackle, I was instantly confused. No one in the entire building communicates with sticky notes, because nothing was too important to just simply wait until you saw someone in the corridors to tell.

I guessed that maybe a student required some sort of help from me before they went home, but noticed I was absent so left a note. With this reassured mindset, I picked up the note and tried to make out what the writing said- it seemed purposely distorted and hard to read.

'I know about your after-school antics.'

I assumed that the author was not referring to my excessive coffee drinking and unhealthy snacking habits, which meant someone in the building knew about me and Emily. The author of the note was also courteous enough to leave a small doodle of a smiley face, which added a patronising feel to the entire ordeal.

I knew we had been careful not to accidentally tell anyone, we agreed not to tell friends and family until Emily had graduated. I also knew that we were very cautious each time she stayed to 'study' after school. I was sure that this note was based on assumption rather than evidence and observation, but the fear was still there.

As much as a did not want to inflict even more stress on Emily, I felt this is something that she 100% must know about. But texting it to her would be a huge risk.

After weighing up all of the possible scenarios, i asked her to meet me at the park near her house. I drove halfway there and decided to walk the rest of the journey, just to be extra considerate of anyone that may be watching.

When she finally arrived, she came and sat a couple of feet away from me on the bench, as i had told her to.

"Someone knows, Em."

Her face paled and she did not say anything, which confirmed that she certainly had not spilt it to anyone either.

We sat for only five minutes and discussed discreetly where we would go from here. Completely cancelling the study sessions we had after school would arouse even more suspicion, considering many teachers had declared Emily needed them and benefitted from them. Because of this, we decided to meet once a week for only an hour. Once she left, i would stay for an additional 2 hours- mainly to make it blatant that I was certainly not leaving at the same time as her, but also to allow me to do my work.

During the now-limited sessions, we would keep it much more professional than before, and Emily would even sit on the opposite side of my desk. She would also have to stop visiting me in breaks and we would have to tone down the texting slightly.

I hoped it would work to avoid letting someone catch us and confirm their allegation- if they did not already have evidence, that is.

The next few weeks would be almost impossible and from that day forward, i started counting down the hours until graduation.

A/n- I lowkey felt as though I needed to complicate things a little bit for our pair- as if they didn't already have it hard enough (oops). Pls don't yell, I promise things will get better but they've got a little bit to go for now.
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