I still have no idea what my heart is thinking feeling the way it does, but it's certainly not what my mind says is proper in this situation...or any situation.

I'm sure I'm not the first student to have inappropriate thoughts while taking a completely unrelated test, and even more than that, I'm pretty sure I'm not the first to have those same inappropriate thoughts about their teacher giving the test. Unfortunately, those students I used to fit into the category with leave me behind when I'm shoved into the rare category of having a telepath for a teacher.

I struggled everyday in that class to keep my thoughts innocent, but still I failed. Though she never reacted, I know she noticed.

One day after school I was walking through the hall when I was stopped by Hank McCoy, "Bobby, can you please take these medicines down to the infirmary?"

I nodded and began walking to the familiar place I frequently find myself. I walked in and saw her standing over by the medicine cabinet. She saw me walk in, and what I was carrying, and her eyes lit up, "Fantastic! I was just about to send out another order!"

I stayed to watch her as she put it all away, "Do you need help with anything else, Ms. Grey?"

She leaned back against the cabinet, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples, "Bobby, we need to talk."

My heart became a cold rock, "About what?"

"You already know."

When I didn't say anything, mostly because my saliva had become equivilant to sawdust in my mouth, she said, "Bobby, you know I'm not too much older than you, so I certainly still remember what it was like to be a teenager. You're not the first student to do it, but having a crush on your teacher doesn't usually turn out to well."

"I'm sorry," I choked out. Embarrassed tears were threatening to overtake me. "I just can't help it."

Her green eyes softened, "I know, and it gets easier to control when you get older, but right now you're sending yourself straight in a downward spiral. It's not you, and people are beginning to notice. You could also get me into trouble."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, turning to take my leave from the shaming scene.

"Bobby!"

I stopped but didn't turn around, "What?"

"Do you want to know why I'd get in trouble?"

She turned me around and brought her lips to mine in a soft kiss. After a moment, she pulled back and looked at me, "Teens aren't the only ones that have crushes."

After that day, all of my thoughts belonged to her, much unlike what she wanted. I thought every moment about how much I wanted her and couldn't because of her damn red-eyed boyfriend. My love for her never gave me a choice.

I was lost.

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