Teacher’s Pet Read online Jordan Silver

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I’d never allowed myself to do and enjoy the same things as my peers when I was growing up and so had missed out on that first blush of adolescent love.

Never had a boy to walk me down the halls in high school, or to stay up with late on the phone. No high school boyfriend to pick me up at the front door for Saturday night dates. And now, I was having an affair with the hottest jock in any school anywhere.

Okay so it was just in my head but it was just as satisfying, for me anyway. For someone like me that’s probably as far as something like this would ever go. And sometimes the dream far outweighs the reality, so I convinced myself that I had the best of both worlds.

I can have this little tete a tete in my head where no one gets hurt, while building a world all my own, starring Drake and I. In my dream he wasn’t too young for me, there was no mention of the teacher student divide.

We were just two people who met and fell in love because we couldn’t help ourselves, drawn as we were to each other. The more I imagined the warmer I felt until it was almost unbearable to feel the rough material of my clothes against my skin.

And so I headed to my new favorite class with my mind made up. There was no reason for the earlier panic, I can do this. I can keep thoughts of him to myself and see him every other day without any mishaps.

And besides, maybe I wouldn’t feel the same. Maybe that first time only happened that way because I hadn’t been prepared. I hadn’t expected his beauty or the way it made me feel just to look at him.

I convinced myself that that would be best all around. That if my feelings should go back to normal I won’t have this problem any longer. Yes, that would surely be best I told myself. Until I walked into the class and he was the only one sitting there.

Drake

There she is. I felt her enter the room but continued looking at my phone as if I didn’t know she was there. I was aware of her every move. Like the way she faltered in the doorway when she saw me sitting here alone.

I’m such an idiot it had taken me two days to figure out that there could be another reason for her nervousness that first night. Since it’s never happened before it just never registered in my mind.

After I’d thought I’d seen her heading to the principal’s office the day before, she’d stayed on my mind. For some odd reason I’d spent the rest of the day wondering about her, becoming more fascinated with each moment that passed.

It made no sense really, since I didn’t even really know what she looked like, I had yet to see her eyes or anything else of her for that matter. But low and behold she stayed pretty much on my mind without much effort.

She’s far from what I’d expect myself to be attracted to and maybe that was part of the draw. Who knows? All I know is that last night when I went to bed I stayed up way too late thinking about her. I even wondered if it was all an act to get my attention, that shy reserved shit she had going on, the way she hid behind those nondescript glasses, even the way she’d nervously fidgeted with the stuff on her desk.

It wouldn’t be the first time a female used her wiles to gain my attention, but her act was so damn obvious it couldn’t be anything but real. No one else seemed to notice anything different about her either. So I wondered why I was the only one who seemed suddenly intrigued.

The others hadn’t so much as mentioned her, not the way they usually would after a run-in with someone they thought was hot, which meant I was seeing something they weren’t. Wouldn’t be the first time, but somehow this didn’t feel the same.

By lunch today I had to admit that she was getting to me, something I couldn’t explain not even to myself. She hadn’t flirted, hadn’t shown any interest or even hinted at anything. So why was I so stuck on her all of a sudden?

All those questions only put me in a rush to see her again. I needed to know what all the fuss was about, what it was about her that had kept me up all damn night when she wasn’t even my type.

And now I’m wondering if that faltering step she’d taken was because she hadn’t expected to see anyone here, or was it because it was just me here alone that was making her nervous?

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