Author's Note: I had to get my braces tightened recently which will hopefully explain the lack of a chapter. I will try and have the next chapter out shortly but I can't make any promises. Enjoy!
Victoria's face was inches from Emily's and her long brown hair fell around Emily's face, curtaining them off from the rest of the world. Just the way they liked. Their breathing was synchronized as Emily was sure their heartbeats were. She couldn't check. She couldn't move. Victoria has her pinned down, as if she would run away from the best thing that ever happened to her.
Emily could practically taste the mint on Victoria's breath. Victoria's breathing got deeper as Emily let out a little moan, she didn't like being teased but teasing was what Victoria did best. One of Victoria's hands made its way up to Emily's lips before dragging one of her fingers around her top and bottom lip agonizingly slowly before entering her mouth. Emily stayed as still as possible, afraid any sudden movements might end this heaven, as Victoria's finger made its way into her own mouth and as she sucked on it Emily couldn't help but whimper.
As though finally sensing what Emily needed Victoria moved down till their lips were just a few millimeters apart before glancing into her eyes and then back down to her lips, she started to move forward-
Emily sprung up from her bed, her breathing laborious and she was drenched in sweat. What the hell was that. It had been three weeks since the school year had started and Emily still hadn't gottenover whatever this thing was with Victoria. At least the two weren't at each other's throats but Victoria still hadn't moved her from the front and it was doubtful that she'd ever get away from there. Emily held out hope that maybe if she just moved away from her that her affections for the Ice Queen was lessen. Ah the lies she told herself.
It didn't help that the person that knew her better than anyone, Nolan, had picked up on it. He had teased her about it relentlessly for two days before she threatened him and his laptop. That shut him up real good. Still, she could always feel his eyes on her in English and was just thankful that he couldn't see her from the front. She'd never had any reason to blush in her earlier years so she had zero practice at controlling it and she was certain that she was red as a tomato whenever she went in English. She hated it. She hated not knowing what this thing was that she felt for Victoria, she hated the way it made her feel alive in ways she never felt before. She supposed this is what a crush was. Of course this was the first crush she'd ever had on a woman so that was a little weird compared to the fact that it happened to be on her married teacher was really weird and would only result in a lot of pain but hey it was only a crush right?
It would have been so much easier if Nolan's eyes were the only ones she noticed on her but no, Victoria seemed to watch her whenever she gave out a test or an exercise and seemingly had nothing better to do than to become acquainted with Emily's face. Emily had tried not to read too much into it but it was hard. Even if Emily met her gaze she didn't avert it as if she was embarrassed but rather held it and often raised an eyebrow if Emily held her gaze for too long.
The only good news was that she had managed to get all Bs on her recent tests but it still wasn't good enough for Emily or for the school. She really had to get an A, they were threatening to move her to regular English if she didn't raise her grades by mid-term. She tried, she really really tried but after having not tried for so long she wasn't quite certain how to go about doing it and just ended up stressing herself.
Nolan had tried to help her, but they often got distracted and did anything but work. Last night he had come over to help her with their English homework but they had ended up baking cupcakes and watched some spanish show on mute and acted out what they thought the characters were saying. It was midnight before they realized what time it was. Nolan had called his dad to tell him he was sleeping over before heading up to the guest bedroom.
Emily remained downstairs for a little while longer, just absentmindedly flicking through the channels before she came to a channel showing Imagine me and you. She'd never seen the movie before but it had Lena Headey in it which convinced her to put the remote down. About forty five minutes into the movie she heard a car pull up outside, her father was home. She quickly turned off the TV and sprinted up the stairs and into her bed.
She could hear voices coming from downstairs, two males, probably Nolan and her father. She hopped in the shower before pulling on the first matching things she could find and ran a brush through her hair.
When she made her way downstairs Nolan was halfway done with his cereal and there was another bowl full next to him. Whether that was for him or her she wasn't sure. David was frying eggs while keeping up a pleasant conversation with Nolan about Marco. Emily cleared her throat to get Nolan's attention.
"Lets go."
Nolan shook his head before swallowing and answering her, "I'm not finished yet, besides where else are you gonna get breakfast?"
She knew he was gonna refuse to leave unless she ate something so, somewhat reluctantly, she hopped up on the stool next to him and dove into her cereal. She believed that this was the fastest she had ever forced herself to eat a meal just so she could get out of the house.
"So Emily," David said tentatively, he sounded like it caused him a great deal of pain just to say her name, "How are you doing in school?"
"Fine."
"I'm tutoring her actually, that's why I was over here early. We were so busy studying we didn't even realize what time it was and I didn't want to walk home at that time of night."
"Its fine Nolan, you don't have to explain yourself to me," David replied with a smile. He was always happier when Nolan was around. That stung Emily a little.
"Oh did you know that Victoria Grayson is teaching us English?" Nolan asked.
"Yes I did actually. The Graysons hosted a dinner party at their house last night and she talked to me about Emily a bit. She's worried that she's not achieving her full potential. I assume that's where you come in Nolan."
Emily wanted to get as far away from this conversation as she possibly could, and she was almost certain her cheeks were turning bright red and the very mention of Victoria's name. It also brought back memories of her dream which she tried her hardest to forget. This woman was going to be the end of her.
Emily tugged on Nolan's sleeves before forcibly dragging him out of her house. He was very upset he didn't get to finish his cereal.
"Bye Mr. Clarke!". He called before being shoved out the door.
When lunch rolled around Emily texted Nolan to tell him not to expect her to eat with him, Amanda and Jack, she still had homework to finish. She slipped her phone in her bag before heading to one of the benches outside.
She pulled out her english books and set them on the table before digging through her bag in search of a pen. She'd never understood how she was always able to lose things so easily in this bag. She happened across old gum wrappers, her keys and an old eraser that she never took out her bag but no pen. She sighed and was just about to give up when she heard a voice.
"Looking for this Miss Clarke?"
Emily looked up sheepishly at Victoria who was in fact holding her pen in her hand.
"It came out when you took out your books," She said before placing the pen down in front of Emily.
"Oh, um, thanks I guess," Emily tried. Oh God, this was going terribly. Her crush on this woman was going to drive her crazy.
"May I?" Victoria asked pointing at the bench.
Emily opened her mouth to try and give her an answer but nothing came out. She was just embarrassing herself. She nodded quickly and then was afraid that motion made her seem like a child. Her palms grew sweatier and she moved her hand over to the pen but when she grasped it between her fingers something was off. She had forgotten how to hold a pen, this woman had caused her to forget how to hold a pen.
"I hope that's not my homework, Miss Clarke," Victoria said while staring into her book, looking up briefly to see Emily's reaction to her words.
Emily gulped audibly and stuttered while trying to get out an answer that didn't make her look like a slacker.
"I guess that's my answer," Victoria said dryly but Emily noticed her lips quirk up into a small smile which warmed Emily's heart.
The pair remained in silence for the next twenty minutes. Emily felt as though her heart rate was getting faster every second and she wasn't even sure how well she was answering these questions. Damn that woman, damn that beautiful, stunning bangab- ... woman.
"Let me see," Victoria said putting down her book and motioning for Emily to hand over her work.
Emily handed over her book and the pen, figuring that she would want it as well. Victoria tapped the pen absentmindedly against her lip as if she knew the effect it would have on Emily. Emily was going to have a stroke, right here right now. She almost pulled out her phone to dial 911 for herself but Victoria moved the pen away from her lip and Emily regained composure.
When Emily got her book back only three out of fifteen answers were wrong, not bad but still not good enough. Victoria allowed herself a little smile at the younger girl before excusing herself.
"Oh, Miss Clarke? I would like to speak to you after class."
Emily's eyes widened slightly. What now?
By the time English ended Emily was fidgeting anxiously in seat as all her classmates left. Nolan shot her her a surprised look before waggling his eyebrows up and down. Emily glared at him and he ran out the room with a quick wave.
When it was just the two of them she stood up and walked over to Victoria who was erasing something on the board.
"You wanted to speak to me, Mrs Grayson?"
"Oh yes. I know you've been struggling to reach your fullest potential so I want to see if I can help you with that, by tutoring you."
Emily opened her mouth, all ready to tell her that Nolan was already tutoring her. Besides, the last thing she needed was to get more attracted to her teacher.
"Look just think about it okay? Here's my number," Victoria said before reaching into her bag and pulling out a scrap of paper with her number written in perfect script and handed it over to Emily.
Emily just stared at her, her mouth suddenly gone dry.
"Good-bye Miss Clarke."
When she left the classroom Emily was still staring at the paper, memorizing the numbers until she knew them better than her own name. The Ice Queen had given her, her number. She was now in possession of the teacher she had a crush on's number. She was screwed.