CHAPTER 10

Misty was home in her bedroom studying French and she was doing it poorly. The curly blonde fidgeted nervously in her chair wondering if she should text Miss Cordelia. Misty bit her lower lip and reached for her phone. She unlocked her phone and her mind went blank.

"How do I even begin the text?" – she furrowed her eyebrows and began writing her text. Misty wrote the text and hit the send button without even reviewing how she wrote it. The wild blonde exhaled sharply and placed her phone on the desk in front of her.

"What am I doing? She is not even interested in you and you keep thinking about her every five seconds!" – Misty burrowed her face in her hands and took a deep breath.

Misty's phone rang and she saw it was Cordelia. She couldn't believe that her teacher was calling her and she quickly answered.

"Hello Miss Cordelia." – Misty said with quiet voice.

"I think we agreed to lose the "Miss". – Cordelia heard Misty chuckle on the other side.

"So, I see you have problem with French. Would you like to come over at my house so I can help you study?"

"I would be very thankful if you could do this for me Miss Cordelia. My grammar is not very good so don't expect too much. – the older woman chuckled at the girls despair.

"Can you come around 7 PM?"

"Yeah, of course, I will be there."

"See you then Misty." – Misty said goodbye to the woman and hung up the phone.

For Misty that was one of the most intense conversations she had ever had. Her heart was pounding crazy and she felt heat rising in her cheeks. Misty felt like she was going to collapse and she tried to remain calm. The wild blonde stood up from her chair and hurried to her bathroom, she decided to take a shower to cool herself a little. Once she was done with her shower she went to her closet to choose what to wear. Most of her clothes were now on the bed and floor. Finally Misty decided to wear black leggings and dark red T-shirt. Misty glanced at the clock that was on her night stand, it was 6:35 and the curly blonde put her French books in her bag. She carried her bag on one shoulder as she was going downstairs. Suddenly Misty remembered that her mom took her car so she had to walk all the way to Cordelia's house.

Misty was walking through the streets of New Orleans and she enjoyed the fresh air which she obviously needed. A walk made her calmer than she was before but she was still nervous about meeting the woman. Twenty minutes later Misty found herself standing in front of Cordelia's house, she walked to the door and rang the bell.

Misty heard Cordelia's footsteps and the door opened, there was Cordelia dressed in her track suit. She looked amazingly beautiful and Misty couldn't stop herself from staring at the older blonde. Cordelia smiled at the girl and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Come on in, Misty." – Cordelia said as she closed the door behind the girl.

"I brought all my books with me to show you what we are studying right now." – Misty was shy so she looked around the house refusing to meet Cordelia's eyes.

"I am glad you texted me. Once I help you with your French you'll forget how to speak English." – Cordelia laughed and Misty also laughed with the woman.

"Ok, let's go to the kitchen table, we will have more space there." – Misty followed the woman and they sat next to each other. Misty pulled her books from her backpack and opened to the page where the study material was.

"I'll just warn you, don't mock me if I don't know how to spell or properly say something." – Misty giggled before she gave book to Cordelia.

"I would never make fun of you Misty and I am sure that you are not bad at French as you say you are." – Cordelia leaned closer to Misty and their eyes met.

Misty nervously broke the look and showed Cordelia the grammar section. They were really studying and writing down the things which were hard for Misty to remember. Misty was getting better and better thanks to Cordelia and the curly blonde couldn't keep smile off her face.

"I think you lied Misty." – Misty froze and looked up at Cordelia.

"You are really good at it." – Cordelia genuinely smiled at the girl and Misty took Cordelia's hand in hers and blue eyes met brown eyes.

"Thanks to you, I will pass this test. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be able to understand each material." – Cordelia blushed slightly and Misty saw the blush and she squeezed the older blonde's hand.

They studied for another hour just to make sure they covered everything they were supposed to cover. Cordelia's shoulder was brushing against Misty's and by the each contact Cordelia felt butterflies in her stomach.

"I think we are done for today, what do you say?" – Cordelia leaned in her chair and observed the girl.

"I am exhausted. You should teach French Miss Cordelia, you are quite good at it." – Cordelia giggled at the girl and placed her hand on Misty's lap.

They looked at each other with adoration written in their eyes. Both of them were afraid to tell the other one how they felt. If only one of them had courage to confess their feelings it would make their life a lot easier. Misty lowered her look on Cordelia's lips and she imagined how they would taste if she kissed her.

Cordelia leaned forward and put Misty's curl behind her ear, she grinned at the girl. Their silenced moment has been interrupted by loud knock on the door. Cordelia rose up from her seat and hurried to answer the door.

Misty was still sitting when she heard loud thump and Cordelia screaming. The younger blonde ran to the noise and she saw Cordelia lying on the floor with her hand pressed on her left cheek.

"What the fuck is going on here?" – she felt anger rising in her when she saw Cordelia on the floor crying her tears out.

"And who the fuck you think you are? Huh? This is my girlfriend and get the hell out of this house!" – a furious man was standing in front of Misty yelling in her face to get out.

"Misty, go to the kitchen I will handle this." – Cordelia whimpered in pain her cheek was still pulsating from the slap she received from Hank.

"No, Miss Cordelia. I am not going anywhere until this piece of shit leaves your house." – Hank was lifted his hand to hit Misty when Cordelia stepped in.

"Don't you fucking dare to touch her, asshole! Leave the house or I will call the police! Do you hear me?!" – Hanks eyes widened in shock and Cordelia pushed him against the door.

"I am leaving but just so you know it this is not over." – he gave Misty disgust look as he left the house.

Cordelia locked the door and collapsed on the floor and started to cry uncontrollably. Misty's eyes saddened at the blonde woman and she sat by her side to hug her.

Misty wrapped her hands around Cordelia's shoulders and kissed her in the back of the hair. She circled her hand on Cordelia's lower back and the older blonde nuzzled her head in Misty's neck. Cordelia was still shaking and her breathing was uneven. Shortly, Cordelia calmed down and stood up to go to the couch. Misty followed her and they sat, Cordelia's head was on Misty's lap and the younger blonde ran her fingers through Cordelia's hair.