Chapter 5

Esme's POV:

I was laying in bed, waiting for Clara. I decided to leave the dance a little earlier, but Clara was still there. I was thinking about Olaf. He was so handsome and sweet. I was in love with him. But, he had a girlfriend. I was kinda jealous of her, even though I didn't know her. I wanted to be his girlfriend. When I was dancing with him, it was as if everyone on the dancefloor disappered, except me and Olaf. I heard the door open. It was Clara.

"Hi Esme," Clara said. "Guess what?"

"What?" I asked.

"I won the bet," she said, waving two dollers in the air. "I danced with eighteen guys. Sara only danced with fourteen. I saw you dancing with Olaf."

"You did?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "So did you like dancing with him?"

"Yes," I replied. "He is a really good dancer and a really nice person."

"I saw you two talking on the balcony. So what were you two talking about?" she asked.

"We just talked about stuff," I replied. Clara can be so noisy sometines. "I also kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for the dance."

"Oh," she said. "Do you like him?"

"What makes you think that?"

"I don't know," she replied. "So do you like him?"

"I'm tired," I said. "Can we just drop the subject so I can get some sleep."

"Fine," she said.

2:00 am the next morning...

I still couldn't go to sleep. I was still thinking about Olaf. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I felt to shy to talk to him about it. I looked at my bedside table. There was my notepad and a pen on it. I picked up the notepad and pen and started to write a love letter. It was two pages long. After I sign the letter, I looked in my purse and grabbed some lipstick. I put the lipstick on, and then left a kiss under my signature. I snuck into Olaf's classroom and put the letter on his desk.

Olaf's POV:

The next day...

I was walking to my classroom because I left my notebook in there. I walked up to my desk and picked up my notebook. Then I saw a letter on my desk. I opened the letter and started reading.

"Dear Olaf," I read. "I felt to shy to tell you how I felt about you, so I decided to write this love letter."

It was a love letter. I folded the letter and left the classroom. I walked back to my dorm room, closed the door, and started reading the letter again. It was from Esme. She felt the same way about me, as I felt about her. Today was Saterday, so I didn't have class today. I decided Monday, after class, I was going to talk to Esme about this.

Monday after class...

"Esme," I said. "I need to talk to you in my office."

"Do you want me to wait for you?" Clara asked Esme.

"No, you go on ahead without me," she replied.

Esme followed me to my office, which was right next to my classroom.

"I want to talk to you about the love letter you wrote," I told her.

"Oh," she said.

"I feel the same way you do."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Ever since the night of the dance all I could do was think of you."

"Me too," she said.

"But, I have a girlfriend, and even if I didn't have a girlfriend, they don't allow student-teacher relationships. It might not work out."

"Oh," she said. She looked like she was about to cry.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "You may go now."

When Esme opened the door to leave, Clara was leaning on the door, and almost fell down.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Clara. "Were you eavesdropping? And if you were, how much of the conversation did you hear?"

"Yes, I was eavesdropping," she replied. "And I've heard everything. I'm so sorry. I would never do it again."

"I don't want you to tell anyone about this conversation," I told her.

"Yes sir," she replied. "I won't tell no one, I promise."

"Good," I said.