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11 ~ I Swear Ms. Camps Is A Therapist Or Something. So What?

I didn't get much sleep that night. I'll admit that. It's hard to fall asleep when all you can think of is basically porn between a chic you like and her boyfriend. And it's not even the good kind of porn. It's like the stuff that people make fun of for being so stupidly bad.

So during the day I was nearly falling asleep in every class. I hate class normally but for once, I liked the distraction it gave me.

After school, I had no one to be with. I saw Ana walking off with her boyfriend and giggling at whatever he said that was so funny. So, instead of going home, I returned to my roots.

Ms. Camps room.

I almost miss it all.

Once I walked in after school, I went straight to cleaning the white board. She glanced at me before going back to her computer.

Once I finished the board, I took my phone out of my pocket and placed it on her desk. Once again, she only peeked up at me. Next, I moved my bag to my usual seat.

Then she finally spoke, but still staring at her computer, "what happened?"

I ran my palm down my face. I barely knew what happened, I was so overwhelmed. I kept my hand on my face and bit my lip slightly. I sighed, releasing it. "Ana has a boyfriend... and it isn't me."

Her shoulders slumped and she let out a close to silent breath. "I can't give you advise on that one."

"I'm not just gonna be a dick and try and convince her to break up with him."

"You might just have to sit it out, I guess. Wait a little. Or... try to spend time with her and make her realize why she likes you. She'll just assume she didn't see it before."

I sat down with another breath. "I'm a narcissist... aren't I?"

"... maybe a little arrogant. But nothing bad and nothing you can't work on," she tried to speak careful.

"You're holding back." My head hit the table. "so I am an asshole."

The next second my hair was pulled back so I could look up at the woman known as Ms. Camps, ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ, leaning on my desk and staring down at me.

"So what? Now you're just going to give up?" She complained.

I shrugged. "what else can I do without coming off as a jerk?"

She smiled a little devilishly. "Y'know that one project?"

I glanced around the room, like it would give me an answer. I looked back to her. "what project?"

Her wicked smile somehow grew. She let go of my hair and my head fell forward without the support. "Ow."

"Sorry," she responded quick not sounding so sincere. "So, all the juniors every year have to do this project. It's like this big weird math project that you probably remember doing."

"Yeah, that thing was damn easy."

She pointed to me slowly. "to you."

"Okay~... and~?"

She groaned a bit in frustration. "who's the one person you know right now who sucks at math and is failing?"

My head lifted. "ohhh~!" I brought my gaze to hers. "Ana is!"

"And who's her tutor due to my doings?"

"Me," I realized.

"They should be starting the project next week. So~ you can work on it with her over the weekend."