More than a week had passed since Raven had started attending the study group. Only six days since she had gone with Finn to the movies. The theater had been fuller that she had expected it to be, not giving them much privacy. They hadn't needed it though. The boy had been a complete gentleman with her, as silly as it could sound. The boy hadn't even chosen seats in the back row, or tried anything with her. They had barely touched during the movie, and had kissed gently at the end of the date. Just like in romantic comedies, Raven had thought with amusement. Despite not being used to the gentleness and quietness the boy showed with her, she had liked it. He never did anything that would make her uncomfortable. In both their second and third dates, they went to have a burger near the school. Them they kissed goodbye and parted ways. I guess I like Finn too now...

"Good morning everyone." Abigail spoke, heels clicking against the floor as she walked towards the desk on the front of the class. The students groaned in response, making her smile as she left her purse on the desk. She took off the navy blue jacket she wore, hanging it from the chair. "I know you've all missed me." the teacher told, smiling smugly at the class. Some students nodded, some let out another groan. She was as strict as beautiful, many students thought. "I told you I'd only be absent from classes two weeks. Now, let's see if anyone has paid attention to what the substitute has taught you... Close your books, only one pen on the table. You're doing a test."

"Clarke." Raven whispered, turning to look at the blonde with furrowed brows. The woman's presence in her biology class was a complete enigma, but of course she was not going to complain. She didn't see anyone as confused as her though. A quick glance in the woman's direction made the girl smirk. The principal had her eyes set on her and a brow arched, her mencacing look only sexy to the girl. Raven turned to face Clarke again, ignoring her. "Why is the principal in our biology class?"

"Because she's the biology teacher...?"

"Wasn't it Ms. Harrison?"

"She was the substitute, Raven. Professor Griffin is the actual teacher, but she had to be out for two weeks. Personal problems, she said." the other shrugged. Raven didn't know why, but she sensed something in Clarke's words. It seemed she did not like the woman much.

'Professor Griffin', that was how Clarke called her mother in the school. 'Personal problems', that was what she called her mother's two week absence. But the truth was that Abigail Griffin had been going to a doctor since her husband's death. A psychologist. At first Clarke had thought she felt guilty for the man's departure. After all, for the girl she was the one who had caused it. But year after year, it became obvious that she went much more than any other patient he had. A much grown up Clarke suspected that the woman was having sex with her doctor. Abigail was not a saint, and Clarke was sure of it. The signs were clear. A year and a half after the man's death, Abigail had started wearing more colorful clothes. Her skirts became shorter, her shirts more revealing. The girl did not like it, her mother had no right to get over her husband's death so quickly. Not when she had killed him.

Little did the girl know about what Abigail went through many nights. Anxiety and panic attacks, she kept them in secret. She knew her daughter blamed her. She knew that her daughter hated her. And she knew that no matter how much she apologized, Clarke would never forgive her.

Raven was oblivious to all that, of course. In fact, she didn't even know the woman was her best friend's mother. And so the bitterness in the blonde's words was discarded as resentment for a bad grade. Raven would not ask any questions, no matter how much she wanted to figure out the mystery that the woman was. At the moment, she did not need to hear what Clarke thought.

The class was filled with a non-stopping exchange of glances and smiles between the two women. Raven sat down, pretending to focus on her test, when she glanced up and saw the woman focused on her. She smirked and raised a brow, making the principal look away. Then a few minutes after she'd look at her again, and Raven would be the one to look away.

"Miss Reyes, if you could wait just a second, please." the woman spoke with a polite smile. Hiding the smirk that threatened to appear on her face and faking slight worry, Raven sat down again. Her friends all packed and walked out of the room, heading to the gym. Clarke did not even look at the principal on her way out. Then, silence.

An amusingly tense silence.

Raven thought the woman would take a step forward, that she would solve the tension between them. Just for a moment, making her breathe more and more heavily as seconds passed. Alone with the woman, in her mind there was a display of the many possibilities the room offered. Of the many ways the woman's hands could touch her. Of the many ways they could end up moaning each other's name.

And still, nothing happened, and the woman spoke again. "You've been distracted in my class, Miss Reyes. Something wrong?"

"Not at all, ma'am. I just didn't sleep well."

"Why is that? Is there a problem, Miss Reyes?"

A problem? Not really. Well, maybe… I don't even know. You see, Ma'am Principal, I am a naughty girl. I have a crush on my biology teacher. She is hot, smart and a complete tease without even knowing it. Her eyes are extraordinarily normal. If you look at them for more than two seconds you end up finding out that they're perfect in every way. They are way better than any blue or green eyes, because these brown eyes undress me every time they look at me. Even her eyes are hot, and she's the kind of woman I'd fuck and worship for hours if I had the opportunity. But the thing is, she's uptight. This woman does not say or do anything about our tension, ma'am. Some people would call her boring, I prefer to think she's just a challenge. She's a mystery that I need and am going to solve.

But there is another problem, ma'am. I'm now dating a kinda cute boy who is really into me, despite having met me some days ago. While this teacher drives me crazy just by looking at me during classes, the boy is... Not that attractive. Well, he is attractive, cute. He is nice, romantic, seems to really care about me. He didn't even touch me on our first date, while other guys tried to get in my pants five minutes after asking me out. His name is Finn, and he's the kind of guy I've always wanted to date, and never have actually dated. 'Mr. Right', I guess.

Ma'am, there must be something wrong with me. Because even if he seems to be perfect and I like him, I kinda don't want to have sex with him. I don't find him sexually attractive, you know? That teacher can make me get soaked just with speaking and looking at me, while he… his kindness turns me off. He is not flirty, he doesn't tease. I know my teacher does not do that on purpose, but it's in her. Finn is boring. Finn is good to hang out with, and kiss or make out. But he is not what I want. Maybe he's what I need, I don't know. But I want my teacher, and at the same time I don't want to hurt his feelings. I do like him, just not that much. Are romantic and sexual attraction different things? That would make sense. Maybe I like him romantically but not sexually. Maybe I'm just into girls when it comes to sex...

Anyway, yeah. It's a mess, ma'am. I am a mess. Because every night after our lovely dates I end up masturbating at the thought of my biology teacher. How do you tell a guy that? It would be rude.

"Not at all, Miss. Can I go to class?"