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Omigodomigodomigod, she kissed me! We-well, technically, I kissed her first, but still! Our lips totally touched! That's sooo wrong, but it felt sooo right! I wonder if anybody saw us? Would they report us? It was just a kiss, we could say that she tripped and I caught her...well, if it comes to that but- oh my god! I can't believe it, yes I can. What's more?
I'd like to do it again.
Sleep did not embrace me whatsoever that night. My brain just would not shut up and I spent the night tossing and turning and then finally made myself some tea and passed out on the couch, for at least an hour. I regretted it when I realized I was putting cream cheese on a slice of toast rather than the bagel it was supposed to have been. Oh well. I ate it anyway.
When I got to the school, I trudged up the stairs, through the halls and finally to my own classroom. You can do this. Who needs sleep anyway? As if my body was waiting to respond, I suddenly let out a yawn so fierce it formed tears in my eyes. Aw man! Is it too late to get an energy- without so much as a second thought, I dropped my bag and sprinted to Sven's room.
"Hey, buddy, best friend, all time good ol' boy!" I barged into his classroom like I was the weasel himself and hopped onto his desk. He turned in his chair and graced me with a little boy smirk that would make anyone swoon, even guys.
"Breast fed? Hey, keep my mother's tits out of that pervy mind of yours." He leaned back in his chair to grin at me.
"Your language is offensive." I gasped in feigned shock and he laughed. To my pleasant surprise, he brought out two cans of feel good juice and in no way did that mean beer. Hyper juice? Last-ditch punch? Feel alive now and crash later celebration? Cinco de mayo/ siesta? Okay that last one was ridiculous.
"Green or Blue?" He asked, throwing the bag in the trash. "I figured you'd want your own today so I got two." He must be an esper.
"god, you're a fuckin' saint, Sven." I held out my hand excitedly. "Green of course, I'm not watching my figure." Lo-carb, seriously? I need all the energy I can get!
"Now, whose language is offensive?" He joked as I opened my drink.
"Yours, because I'm gonna say 'thank you.'" Taking a huge gulp might have been a mistake. It was good, no doubt, but it felt like I'd swallowed a ball of fizzed ice. Feel the burn! Sven snorted at the look I was currently giving. "Thanks." I let out an uncharacteristic burp, still patting my chest as my throat settled.
"Careful, you might actually swallow some." He commented as he opened his own can and, unlike me, he casually sipped it.
"Asshole." I covered my throat with my hands like it would warm it faster and he laughed at me.
"You sound like a baby dinosaur. You know, if they said words like 'asshole.'" He teased more.
"Who's an asshole?" We turned to see Belle who was holding my bag out to me, but when she saw what I was taking a cautious sip of, she immediately dropped it too and practically jumped at and tore it out of my hands.
"Mine!" I protested, snatching it back when her face screwed up too. Heh...no wonder Sven got a kick out of me when I did that.
"Hey, how come you never get me one, Sven?" Belle asked after her throat cleared.
"Because we never dated. It's common courtesy when its you that decides to just be friends." He stated as if it were an actual fact, but didn't hesitate to hold his can out to her. She took it gratefully. Huh, is that how it worked? Dork.
"You know, I'd get you more than a drink that's gonna kill ya later in life, right?" I swear we all groaned when we heard a voice that was too annoying to hear so early in the morning.
"Let me guess, a gun?" I asked, eyeing my bag as he picked it up and brought it to me like a faithful puppy. Didn't he have anything better to do than bother us this early?
"No, not a gun! Something better, n-not something that's gonna kill you." Please, anything you give me could potentially kill me. Okay, that's a little harsh isn't it. Oh well.
"Whatever, Frost." I rolled my eyes and took my bag from him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for my classes." Instead of marching out of there, I leaned across Sven's desk to give him a Monster-flavored kiss to his cheek. "Thanks dear. Bells, I'll see ya." And I left without another word.
"Ms. P, you don't look like yourself." Merida was the first to comment once everybody settled down.
"Oh really?"I grinned. That's because I'm totally hyper and giddy about someone in this particular class.
"Yeh, ya look like shite. Someone give ya the boot?" She asked and I looked up just in time to catch her wink at Anna, who blushed furiously and hid behind her notebook. Oh, well, guess I wasn't hyper anymore. Geez, way to break it to me that I look like sh- Whoa hey! What was that all about?
"Nope. I just didn't sleep last night is all. And just because you have an awesome accent doesn't mean that I didn't catch what you said." I pointed at her, clicking my tongue and when she raised an eyebrow, I continued. "Who watches Sons of Anarchy? Write a prompt about your favorite TV show and if you've ever stayed up all night watching it." Nice save, Pierce! You outta get a medal for thinking on your feet. Or was that the lasting effects of that drink? I didn't know, but now I noticed that Merida was whispering something to Anna and she shook her head, not daring to look at me.
"Aye, so ya like accents? Guess that leaves Eric off yer list then, eh?" She teased, nudging Anna's shoulder playfully and Anna pushed her hand away.
"Are you cheating on me, Ms. P?" Eric put his hand to his chest in mock hurt. I felt my face threaten to burn. Why though? It wasn't like I was dating him, but just the way Merida was acting, teasing Anna, and smirking at me. It was like she knew something and from the way Anna was avoiding all possible eye-contact, did she?
"One: you and I?" I gestured between the two of us. "Not gonna happen. And two: Merida, why'd you have to put that on blast? Now Eric and a whole bunch of other people are gonna have a fake accent when they talk to me."
"Of course, there be a few who dun need it to turn yer head, right?" She asked and I caught that smirk from her and gulped heatedly. Hello! What the hell is she- she didn't know, what the hell am I talking about? It was just a kiss.
"Yes dear, any other oily bo-hunk turns my head." I gave her a hard stare, daring her to say anything else but she relented, still smirking at me. "So, get to writing and we'll get to it." I feel it now. My energy drink finally wore off as I slumped into my seat. Whooo, could use another. Not!
While they wrote, I couldn't help but notice one thing. Anna hadn't so much as looked at me since class started.
No biggie, she didn't always have to look at me right?
A week later.
WRONG! In fact, every day after that kiss, she didn't so much as glance at me. Not to mention that even her prompts and essays were as boring as everyone else's. Okay, they weren't boring, that's just rude. But still, I normally looked forward to reading what she had to write and what she had to write now...well, they were to the point, bland, no sketches of nerdy glasses, no jokes and worst of all: no lunchtime visits from her.
I mean, it really wasn't anything sensual, then again, if it was, I didn't care. I just really enjoyed her company and now, a week later, god, it was Merida that was getting to know her better! No I wasn't jealous, not really, but it did peeve me a bit because they were definitely around the same age- what's the matter with me? I shouldn't be having these thoughts. These feelings. She's my student! My very attractive, very adorable- aw hell, I kissed her first! Now that's even worse now isn't it.
Was it something I said? Or did? I thought she felt- no, why would she?
"First off, I think you need to put a lid on those thoughts of yours, sweet buns." He snickered and I slapped the side of his head in annoyance.
"Sven you jerk. How much did you hear?" Darting my eyes around, I made sure nobody was around and thankfully nobody was, considering it was lunchtime. "Don't ever call me that again." I growled at him.
"Why not? I like it." Sven commented, leaning back in his chair. "Um, something about what you did or didn't do, if she felt the same and who the hell are you talking about?" He asked, poking my nose and I bit him. Seriously, I thought he would know by now not to touch me so much, especially on my face, but the shit-eating grin he wore told me he knew and just wanted me to bite him. Jerk. "You're like a snapping turtle." He snorted. "I'll have to warn your girlfriend not to touch your face, seeing as if you grow the balls to get her." Grinning like a madman, he jumped away from me when I lashed out at him.
"Shut up, its none of your damn business." Was my answer.
"Aw did I hurt the poor lamb chop's feelings?" He pouted at me and I'd never wanted to hit him so bad.
"Okay, enough with the pet names!" I threw my arms up. "Do you see Frost anywhere?" Gesturing around his empty classroom I gave him a 'duh' look and he rolled his eyes.
"You know, you can't keep running away. One of these days he's gonna come onto you so hard, you'll have no choice but to go out with him. He knows we are nothing but friends." Sven said as he stood up and walked around his desk to the door.
"One: gross, I don't want his come anywhere near me and two: yeah you're right. I guess I'll have to use my trump card." I stood too, stretching my legs and tossing my trash away. He snorted at the 'come' comment and without hesitation, stole my punchline.
"What, that a rainbow is straighter than you are?"
"Damned straight- wait, what?" He did not just say that! No way! With wide eyes, I stared at him.
"Girl, all of us, with the exclusion of Frost, know you have a thing for women." Sven put an arm around me as the bell rang. Well, I do flail my sexuality around sometimes.
"Yeah, and the Pope's a Presbyterian." I shrugged leaning up to kiss his scruffy cheek. Hell yeah, now I don't gotta come out to them! Wait, just because I was into A girl didn't mean I was- was I? It's not like I check out every single- A flash of red pulled me from my thoughts as I saw Anna walking with Merida and my heart twisted. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"You know I'm still standing here right?" Oh shit. "Was there something else you wanted to say?"
"Nope, no way. Thanks for lunch, buddy." I patted his shoulder and skipped off down the hall so as not to arouse suspicion. I'm sure he saw my stupid puppy dog eyes trailing after the redhead. Idiot. Way to be on the down low!
After school, I couldn't wait to get out of that pointless meeting and home, wanting nothing more than to kick my feet up, pop some popcorn and catch up on some scary movies that recently showed up on Netflix. I decided to try to forget about a certain someone since she didn't seem to feel the same. Big baby, what's wrong with you? That sounded really shitty, considering I was the one that made something big out of nothing, that got hurt when nothing else happened afterward. Idiot, what if it was she that was, is, insecure about the whole ordeal, I mean, she was the one that kissed me back- oh god, what if I ruined her? What if-
"You're not getting away this time, Pierce." An ugly shiver crept up my spine when I stopped at my door. You're kidding! I almost made it! I blame the stupid Weasle for calling that damn meeting. I would be halfway home by now. I rolled my eyes, not really in the mood for dealing with this guy.
"Look Frost, it's Friday and all I want to do is get out of here. Alone." I opened my door, hoping he wouldn't follow me in.
"Who parties alone?" He smirked, or tried to anyway and it strangely looked like Sven's smirk. Ugh, isn't there anything original about him?
"I didn't say I was going to party. And no you may not give me a ride home." I asked and slapped his hand away when he began to reach out.
"What if I said please?" He took his hand back in amusement.
"Then I'd say I'm busy." Deciding not to venture into my classroom, due to safety precautions, I leaned casually against the wall.
"Oh come one, I know you love ice and there's a sculpturing thing going on downtown." Again, he tried to touch me and I fixed him with a death glare. Back. Off.
"So you're saying-" Once again I slapped his hand away "that looking at ice sculptures are better than a night filled with drunken orgasms?" His ears began to redden a bit. "Wow, I didn't know you were such a gentleman." I all but grinned but ended up slapping his face when he suddenly leaned in to kiss me. The fucking nerve of this asshole!
"I-I'm sorry, that was out of line-" he began to apologize, reaching to me again and I swear, I was so ready to punch him. I actually drew back my fist, aiming right for his nose.
"Elsa? I-I mean, Ms. Pierce?" A glorious voice broke through my sudden rage and I ended up patting his shoulder instead.
"Sorry Frost." I grabbed Anna's arm, pulling her to me. "I- we actually have to- uh- to-" I began to stammer, noticing that I was indeed touching her. T-this- is this okay? Whoops.
"Tutoring?" She offered and I heard the hallelujah chorus and internally thanked her from the bottom of my heart.
"Yes! Anna's grades are slipping so she agreed to be tutored by me so she could make up for it." It actually wasn't a lie. Her test scores were pretty low and she'd dropped a letter-grade in a week. Why didn't I think of that? "Guess I can't go out with you." I shrugged but glared at him. "Oh yeah. Don't ever try to touch me again." Growling at him, I made myself very clear.
Frost straightened, looking clearly embarrassed and to my surprise, I saw Anna giving him a hard stare too. He apologized again (not bothering to try to touch me) and scampered off down the hall. He really did push it, Sven. But not the way I thought, no, I thought he would at least be subtle about it, not try to force himself on me. Dipshit.
"What was that all about?" Anna asked once I broke away and finally headed into my classroom to get my bag. Instead of leaving like I'd planned, I ended up plopping down in my chair with a sigh.
"You just witnessed me being hit on by that piece of junk." I said, reaching for my phone to see if I had any missed calls. Belle and I were supposed to go out on Saturday and I couldn't wait to dump this on her.
"He tried to touch you. Like, without your consent." She leaned on my desk and I looked into her green eyes. Of all topics for her to start talking to me again, it has to be because of that idiot. I gave her a grin.
"Yeah, but if he really did-" I started but gasped when she leaned further over the desk, right into kissing area and whispered.
"I saw him almost kiss you." Oh wow. Just how long was she there? How much did she hear? Was she jealous? I gulped when her eyes filled with an unknown emotion, right before she closed the distance between our lips.
Oh my god! Wait what does this mean? Does she like me? I thought she wanted nothing to do with me! And yet here she is, with her lips on mine, her hand on my cheek. She smells good. I had to return the favor, but before I could, she pulled back.
"I-I'm sorry." With horror in those green orbs, she turned to go. But, like hell, I'd let her leave again. Not this time! I sprang up, caught her hand and when she turned, I gently cupped her face and pressed my lips back to hers, only kissing her for a second before she spoke. "S-stop. I-I don't want-" suddenly her voice broke as she leaned away, slowly sinking to the floor in defeat. "I can't."
"W-why not? I-I mean, sure, we're not supposed to, but if you feel this way-" I knelt in front of her, but hesitated when she pulled her knees up to her chin. "What are you so afraid of?" I asked quietly, as if she'd explode if I spoke too loudly.
She brought her face out of her arms to look at me with slightly moist eyes. "Rejection. I'm a-afraid of-" her voice faded out and I leaned in further. Hm?
"You think I'd reject you? Anna, I've been-"
"I have a dick." Again she buried her face in her arms as she choked on a sob. I swallowed my words. Oh. Dear, I already knew that! "There. The big secret is out. Nobody likes me because of it so why would I think you would?" She said bitterly and I all but slapped her.
"You're fucking beautiful, Anna." I stated instead. "You're crazy if you think I'd run away from you, call you names behind your back, or any of the other sick things you're used to." I lifted her face so she could look at me. "I don't care if you have a dick named Batman Jr. Hell, I've got a Pandora's Box, so what's the problem? Nothing is going to scare me away from you." What the hell am I saying? Is this what I want? What I couldn't admit until now? "I'm not afraid." Looking into her watery green eyes, I removed her glasses so I could wipe her cheeks.
"B-but, you're my teacher." She looked away, ashamed. "I don't turn eighteen until December and even after that-"
"Let's think about the here and now, okay?" I cut her off by squeezing her cheeks. She's so precious! "Right now, I just really wanna kiss you again. Everything aside for now, let's just-" I sighed gratefully when she relaxed, letting her legs straighten out. "Let's not be teacher and student at the moment." I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Genitals, unannounced. Let it just be you and I." Whispering, I closed the door, not wanting anything to ruin this moment.
She bit her lip nervously, not to mention, so painfully shy that she began playing with one of her braids, she nodded in agreement. I swear, when our lips touched, for the fifth time since I've known her, I saw nothing but fireworks as they exploded across my mind. Blowing it to a million pieces.
god I'm in love.