My Yearning Heart

Chapter 3

Why is This Happening?

The next day had a bit of a rough start. I slept past my alarm which caused Blake to wake me up. Thankfully, she did because I was afraid that what happened yesterday would cause her to ignore me. It was quite surprising. When I opened my eyes, I saw Blake above me with a smile on her face, telling me to get up. I looked at the clock and saw that it was low on time. I got ready as fast as could, but making sure that I was somewhat presentable. I may be a teacher, but I do have to look good. Once I was done, we made our way to school with just enough time to spare. I headed to my room, got everything ready, and crashed on one of the beds.

This is so strange. I never sleep past me alarm. Was last night really that much a struggle to fall asleep? All of a sudden, an image of Yang popped up in my head again which caused to shoot up from my back. What the heck! Why did that just happen? I can't be thinking about things like that. I'm a professional. Just take a deep breath and everything will be perfectly fine.

I got up from the bed and walked back over to my desk. Maybe I just need some coffee. Oddly enough, my mind told me one thing, but my body told me another. I felt tired, but coffee just sounded like a horrible idea. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle.

I guess it's going to be one of those days.

For the rest of the time before lunch, nothing really happened. A girl came in saying that she had a major headache. I gave her some medicine and let her stay until she was starting to feel better. It didn't take her long before she left, but before she left, she stopped at the door. I was wondering if she was actually okay so I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Sweety, are you okay?"

"Are you okay?" She suddenly turned around and grabbed my hand off of her shoulder. "I can be the one for you. You won't have to worry about anything anymore." I couldn't believe what was happening. It was happening again. "Please. I have feelings for you. You do share those same feelings for me?" It was actually starting to hurt me on the inside, seeing all of these students trying to confess their love for me. I gently let go of her hand and looked her in the eye.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just the school nurse. Nothing more. I can't give you what you want." She suddenly bowed her head as tears started to fall from her eyes. "I'm sure there's someone out there for you. It's just not me. Feel better, sweety." She turned around slowly and walked off in silence. I watched her and only felt bad for her.

Why does it have to be like this?

Lunch finally came around and the usual routine took place. I opened up my door and students from all over filed into my room. Still thinking about what happened, I did my best to put a smile on my face and not show that something was bothering me. Today, Blake decided to visit me. I still thought it was a little weird that she was acting as if yesterday didn't even happen. Unfortunately, when she walked through my door, she brought someone else along with her. It was Yang.

"Hey mom. How are you feeling?" I was confused at first.

"I'm fine. Why would you even ask that question?"

"I don't know. You overslept this morning and that's not something you normally do so I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright."

"Everything's fine. Don't try to sound like the mother in this relationship."

"Haha, sorry." I turned my head to try and strike up a conversation when I noticed that she was already looking at me. It was hard to tell, but it seemed as if her eyes never left my face. I couldn't think of it besides from awkward. I don't know if she had a staring problem or if there was something genuinely wrong with me. I was so tempted to tell her to stop staring, but the bell rang and everyone packed up to leave. "Alright, bye. I'll see when school's over."

"You better." She left the room with a guilty smile. On the other hand, Yang gave me a suspicious look that I could never forget. What was wrong with that girl? I mean, at first, she seemed like a sweet girl, but after all of this, I'm not so sure anymore.

Once everyone cleared out, I shut the door and returned to my desk. Just when I thought my mind was clear of all this crap, they just happened to return. Suddenly, a thought came to my head. Maybe it was something I did. I did barge in on them as they were "finishing up." Just thinking about that sends chills down my spine. My own daughter having sex in my house. I jumped out of my chair and headed towards the door to get some fresh air. I slid it open and was immediately intercepted by a familiar student. It was Yang.

"Yang, what are you doing here?"

"I don't feel so good." I couldn't deny her after hearing those words. I pressed my hand against her forehead and noticed that she was burning hot.

"Oh jeez, go ahead and find an empty bed. I'll be right with you."

"I don't think I can…" Out of nowhere, her eyes closed as her entire body started to fall towards the floor. Luckily, I was fast enough to stop her before she could. I put her in my arms and carried her to the bed. I tucked her underneath the sheets. I felt her forehead again and it was still hot. I went over to the other side of the room where all of the medication was.

It was probably a fever. I shuffled through the rows and medicine until I found the right thing for her. After that, I grabbed a towel and soaked it in hot water. Once all of the preparations were complete, I walked back over to her and placed the towel on her forehead. She still had her eyes closed so I didn't want to pressure into taking the medication. I just pulled up a chair next to her bed and made sure that she was alright.

It was so strange. Just a few minutes ago before lunch ended, she seemed fine. I wonder what came over her. I then checked her cheek which was still quite hot. If things remain this way, there won't be much left I can do. She'll have to go to the hospital and get a check-up.

I waited by her bed, hoping that things would take a turn for the better, but she still wouldn't open her eyes. I checked the towel and noticed that it was starting to cool down. Right as I tried to reach for it, her hand snapped out from underneath the blankets and grabbed my wrist.

"I never knew you were so gentle with your patients."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I'm not a big fan of gentle women, but you might just do."

"What?" I felt her cheek. It was completely fine. I removed the towel and felt her forehead. That was also fine. I looked at her face and it looked fine. Did she just fool me? "Yang, are you trying to skip class?"

"Of course not."

"Then why are you here? I know you're not sick… now."

"You don't know why I'm here?" The way she was talking to me was starting to get really irritating. It was almost as if she knew like some childhood friend or something. I turned away in frustration.

"Yang, tell me why you're here or else I'm gonna have to kick you out." I heard rustling from behind me, but I couldn't turn around. Out of nowhere, her hand caressed my cheek as she made me face her.

"I wanted to see you." My eyes shot wide open as she started to get closer. I quickly slapped her hand off my face and jumped out of my chair.

"Get out!"

"But…"

"I said get out!" She didn't say anything else. She slowly climbed out of bed when the door slid open again.

"How is she?!" It was Blake.

"I'm fine. Thanks to your loving mother, I feel as good as new."

"Phew, that's good to hear. Now, come on. Last period's about to start." She headed out the door. Right as she passed me on her way out, she placed her hand on my butt which made me jump. However, when I tried to grab her hand, I felt something else there. It was piece of paper. Because of this, I was unable to stop her and she managed to escape my grasp. They closed the door behind them which made me alone again.

What the hell just happened? I threw the piece of paper on my desk and simply stared at it from across the room. What is that? Do I even want to know what it is?

For the rest of the day, I spent my time on my feet, constantly staring at that piece of paper. Time flew so fast that I ended up getting a text from Blake asking me where I was. I decided that this was too important. I told her to go home without me. She didn't question my response which left me to my thoughts.

A simple piece of paper should be causing me this much trouble. However, it's not the paper that's causing me so much trouble. It's the way it was presented. It was the person who presented it to me that makes things difficult. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It's just a piece of paper, nothing more. I walked over to my desk and sat down, still eyeing the paper. I picked it up off the table and unfolded it slowly. I don't know why I decided to read it because it only made things worse.

"I can't stop looking at you. You're so beautiful. From the first moment, I haven't stopped thinking about you. Do you know what love at first sight it? Do you want to experience it with me?" I put my hand over my mouth and looked away. Out of all the confessions I've experienced, nothing has ever made me feel like this. I wasn't feeling sick or disgusted. I was shocked, more so than I've ever been before. I skimmed through the rest of the message until I reached the bottom of the page. "Yang." My eyes shot wide open as I nearly fell out of my chair.

How is this possible? Why?! She just met me and she's Blake's friend. How could she feel this way towards me when she doesn't even know me?

It just wouldn't end. I grabbed my things and decided to head home. On the way back, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't think, I couldn't think; I could barely even breathe. That letter left such an impression on me that I don't think I could ever forget about it. After some time, I finally made it home where Blake was waiting at the table, ready to eat.

"Hey mom, dinner's ready."

"I'm sorry honey, but I don't feel so good. I'm just gonna head off to bed." I trudged through the house until I made it to my room. I closed the door behind me and immediately headed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited until the steam filled up the entire room. I then stepped inside and tried to let the hot water wash off my worries.

Is this some sort of punishment for my husband leaving me? I don't deserve this.

End of Chapter 3