A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Four

Billie's POV:

Bitch. That fucking bitch. She has no right to talk to me that way. I am the teacher, and she is the student.

Billie paced up and down the vicinity of her classroom, her legs shaky as anger coursed through her veins. Throughout the rest of her day, her mind had been on one person, and one person only, y/n. She'd dealt with her fair share of challenging students, but this one... this was different. No one had ever spoken to her that way before, and no one had ever gotten her as worked up as she was at this very moment. But it wasn't just anger that bubbled up inside of her. She felt something more, this intense feeling of... well she didn't exactly know what it was.

When y/n had gotten in her face like that, her tone confident and slightly threatening, it made her feel things. Billie felt herself wanting to kiss y/n, to shut her up, but that thought was shut down quicker than it had appeared. It was inappropriate to think that way about a student, especially when she herself was a married woman.

The thought of her husband made her feel nauseated and she instinctively rubbed at her arm, where underneath her long sleeved shirt lay some bruises that didn't wish to be noticed. Bruises that she had tried so hard to cover with foundation. Bruises that her husband had left last night when he had grabbed her a little too hard.

She shook the thought away, her mind drifting back to y/n, checking her watch. It was 3:55pm, Billie had dismissed her final class a little early, so she had time to compose herself and calm herself down before y/n arrived for detention at 4:00pm. The last thing she wanted was to give y/n the satisfaction of seeing her so worked up.

Billie tried to busy herself, tidying up her classroom, discarded pieces of paper and pens that her previous students had left, scattered all over the desks. However, trying to distract herself didn't quite work as there was still only one person lingering in her mind, her thoughts becoming more inappropriate the longer she thought about her student.

Suddenly, the final bell rang, startling her slightly, her hand flying to her chest, and beneath her chest, her heart was racing. Y/n would be here any minute, probably late as usual, and Billie still hadn't managed to get a hold of herself.

The woman took a seat on her desk, pulling out her phone as another source of distraction. Checking her socials, and her emails, her eyes skimming over her screen not taking anything in as she patiently waited for y/n to arrive.

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Reader's POV:

You kept your eyes glued to the clock for the entirety of your last lesson. Hoping time would slow down but also speed up as a silent dread settled over you, mixed with another feeling you couldn't quite put your finger on.

You counted down the last seconds of your lesson, the obnoxious sound of the bell ringing when you got to 1, immediately pulling you out of your trance. Everyone piled out of the classroom, pushing past each other, clearly excited to get out of this hell hole, of course you didn't blame them.

However, you had nowhere to rush off to, other than detention, and after what happened earlier, you weren't in a hurry to get there. You may have sounded like your usual confidant self when you confronted Mrs Howard, but that didn't hide the fact you were shaking like a leaf. Your nerves kicked in as you left the classroom, walking ever so slowly down the now empty corridor, shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor as you sped up your pace slightly, rounding the corner towards Mrs Howard's classroom.

When you got there, you took a moment, glancing through the window to try and detect what kind of mood Mrs Howard was in. The older woman was sat on her desk, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, one leg draped over the other. Your eyes were immediately drawn to her legs, instinctively licking your lips as you thought about the dream you had last night. A puddle forming between your legs.