Just a little something to hold you off until the good stuff.

"Hello, " I said walking toward her desk, she was wearing this skimpy little turquoise dress and I bit my lip hungrily, "hello Emma. Would you like to get started on work?" I looked her up and down. "No." I stated. "Then why are you here?" I walked toward her, "don't play dumb." I said. She raised a perfect eyebrow. "I'm not, I have no clue what you're-" I leaned in then kissed her passionately and stepped back. "Emma that was so inappropriate." I smiled. "Then why did you kiss me back?" she stood there speechless and then leaned forward gripping my hair in her left hand and kissed me again. I pushed everything off her desk, picked her up and laid her down, ripping off a thong that was skimpier than her outfit-

"Em, wake up." Ruby said shaking me. "No, go away. I was in the middle of an awesome drea-" I stopped myself short, did I just have a sex dream about my teacher. My FEMALE teacher. What the fucking fuck. I'm so wet right now. "oohhh, about what?" she asked. "Neal." I answered quickly, going along with my lie about liking him. "oh, really, What about?"

I thought for a second, "we were together and we were making out and doing other things." She smirked, "'other things'?" She laughed hard. "well get up, you little horn-dog, its fifteen minutes till' breakfast. "Okay." I rushed through my morning routine, all while not being able to get Ms. Mills' body out of my head. Oh my god I'm freaking out, how the fuck can even function in school today. I'll just act sick. Yup… wait I can't they always check to make sure. Fuck fuck fuck. "EM! COME-ON OR WE'RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!" Ruby's loud yelling knocked me out of my haze. "I'M COMING!"

Breakfast was as normal as it was going to get, considering my current situation. I purposely sat next to Neal, and acted like I liked him. I can honestly say it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, except for this one time, where I just figured out I was magic, I was like 9 or something and my mom shipped me to the elementary coven, and I couldn't lift the cup that everyone else had no problem doing. THAT WAS FUCKING HARD. Not as hard as this though.

I can't even eat right now, it's like I feel guilty, I have a huge pit in my stomach, why do I feel like this.

I feel like I, I can't. I can't, I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M FEELING.

"Good morning, students." The announcements started "Today is a very special day, because the creator of the coven will be coming in. so everyone, please be on your best behavior, especially you Mister Jones. You may now go to class." I'm dreading going to homeroom. I hope I can act normal.

Nope. I can't. "Good morning, how is everyone today?!" oh god that voice, and is she wearing that dress from my dream? Oh god why. Why did I have to have that dream? Why does she have to be wearing that right now? I'm so turned on right now, oh my god. Do I 'like' Ms. Mills? Like, 'like LIKE' what the fuckity. "Emma, are you okay?" Ms. Mills asked quietly in my ear. The way her breath felt on me made my knees week. "Um, yeah. I think." I replied. "Well you can always talk to me." I gulped hard. "Thanks."

"Em, why are you so sweaty? it's gross... are you okay?"

"Where am I?" I asked out loud to no one in particular, "You're in the nurse, you passed out. Now tell me what happened in class." Ms. Maleficent asked. She's mean but she lets us call her by her first name. "I...I, don't know." I lied. "Well you don't have a fever, so go to lunch." As I walked down to lunch the pit in my stomach came back. I walked as slowly as possible so I didn't have to see anyone. "Hey, Emma." a familiar voice called. Oh no. "Hey, Ms. Mills." I replied, "Can we talk in the classroom for a second?" I gulped like I was in trouble. She laughed. Oh god that laugh. "You're not in trouble, Em. I just want to speak to you." That just makes me more nervous. As we entered the class room I couldn't even look at her. "What happened today, Em?" She asked. "nothing." I answered quickly.

"Look, if you don't want to tell me that's fine, but I really care about you." I hesitated. "I like someone I shouldn't." She raised the perfectly sexy eyebrow—oh god I'm doing it again, I'm getting wet and she's right next to me and I can smell her. "What do you mean 'shouldn't', dear?" I hesitated once more. "Um… it's just I shouldn't like this person. It's wrong. In so many ways, and I just can't stop thinking about it." She hesitated, "What makes it wrong, exactly? Love is blind my dear." I paused.

"I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone, it's embarrassing." She smiled softly. "I understand." I laughed again. "No, you don't. Trust me; I can't see you ever going through what I am right now." It was her turn to laugh now apparently. "Trust me, Emma. I'm going through it now." I raised my eyebrows. "But you can have any guy you want." Why is she laughing again? "I don't exactly 'like' guys—oh my god that was so inappropriate I shouldn't have said-." I sat there dumb founded for a second. "I think, I think I don't either. I'm just so confused. I mean, when I look back on it, I haven't had a crush on one guy in my entire life. And all of the sudden I like someone I can never be with in a million years." She put her hand on my shoulder; I physically have to hold back a shudder. "I'm glad you talked to me; let's have lunch while we work."

I walked out of her classroom feeling better and uncomfortable at the same time, better because I talked about it, an uncomfortable because I found out Ms. Mills was a lesbian. I've never met one before. And the fact that I just had a dream about her; I just can't get it out of my head. It's like I want to see her in class later but I also never want to see her again. You get it? Yeah me neither.