Spencer's POV
I walked into school with a nasty headache. I could already tell it was going to be a long day. Loud students ready for the weekend assaulted my ears. Things seemed to be out of hand in the hallways and I made my way to my room as quickly as possible. As always, the room smelled a little musty. It was a struggle to get the giant windows open, but I succeeded.
I had fallen into that same old boring groove, and I wanted change. The weekend had come quick, and I was ready for it. The morning coffee wasn't tasting as good while a cool breeze crept into the room.
I slumped in my chair.
When your hormones are jumpy life gets hard. Not having a connection or relationship to share with someone else allows lust to leak in fast and furious. It gets to a point when a desire for a connection becomes a craving. It's something I think about every morning and every night. It gets lonely.
Lustful minds are foolish. Foolish indeed. Without satisfaction, desperation comes into play, and nothing ever good comes next. Yet I cannot change how I feel. A need for a connection is human, something I can't ignore. Though, I wish I could. I wish I could immerse myself in work, get a dog or something, and just live life the way it is. It only gets harder as the years pass on; I gain less connections, less opportunities. All my colleagues are already paired off. Then there's me. The only new connections I make each year are my new students. That, unfortunately, can be a problem.
I played with the ring on my finger, and waited for my students to start rolling in.
Emily's POV
I was itching to get to English. It was easily the best class of the day. It was the first Friday of the school year and everyone was hyped to get out of the building even though it was only second period. I, however, was perfectly content in Ms. Hastings class. Today she was wearing jeans. They were pale and had a little rip on her left knee. It was the first day she dressed down. Casual Friday, I guess. Her hair was pulled back as always, enticingly showing off her high cheek bones.
Kids around me moaned and groaned as she started her lesson, not fazed by the upcoming weekend. Even though I was awake and alert, I too started to tune out the lesson. Paige turned around and whispered something to me every now and then, furthering my detachment from Ms. Hastings. However, while I wasn't actually listening to her words, I could still hear her voice, and it held my attention. I never really payed attention to the way her voice sounds. It was sweet. It was rich. It was smoky. Can I sum that all up in one shot?
Liquid silver.
I have never heard such an entrancing voice. Maybe that's why she became a teacher. She just had that voice that students couldn't help but listen to. I started to watch her lips as she spoke. She had full lips, and the way they curled with each word, the way they pursed when she was thinking, was mesmerizing.
Wait, what?
What did Paige just say? She pulled me out of my thoughts so quick I almost forgot what I was thinking; but the feeling in my stomach reminded me.
Emily's POV
Sitting in a little corner table doing homework, I looked around. When I knew I had a lot to get done I liked to go to the local coffee shop and sip on a hot caffeinated drink while people watching. It helped me actually get work done, especially studying.
When I was writing a reflection paper for English, I noticed someone approaching me and looked up.
My stomach dropped and I got nervous instantly. Her sleek, long thin frame was directed at me and a smile sported her face. Deep chocolate eyes looked right into mine and her mouth said hi. Good thing I can read lips because I didn't hear a word.
"Hi- um, hello, Ms. Hastings." She looked at my hands, then my paper, then her eyes slowly made their way back up to my eyes. I partially covered my papers, not really wanting her to see them. Her smile never faded and she looked around as if she was laying eyes on the place for the first time. She seemed to always have this 'deep thinking' expression on her face. I could tell there was so much more going on inside her head. She was complex.
"I don't often see students here." She stated simply. I shrugged.
"I don't come too often, just when I need to be free of distractions."
"Seems to me you haven't been doing much work since you got here." She started to glance around the room again, avoiding looking at me.
"I tend to people watch." I admitted. The large bundle of nerves in my stomach started to pulse again the longer the gap lasted in between spoken words. The thought that she may have been watching me slipped into my head and drove me crazy. I had no idea she had even been here, and she somehow knew I hadn't done much work since I got here?
"Everyone likes to people watch." She looked back at me now.
"You learn a lot from it." I smiled, an uneasy feeling floating in the space between us.
"Were you watching me?" There it was. The golden question. She bit her lip and looked down at her feet, before making eye contact again. I took my time in answering.
"I think you already know that I wasn't; because you were watching me." My voice fluxed upwards at the end, desperately wanting to know if she had been watching me. I certainly was being bold. It felt kind of good. A nervous kind of good.
She chuckled lightly at my accusation. Her face said she was pleasantly accepting of this form of word battle. I raised my eyebrow at her when she hadn't answered.
"Maybe. Or," She nodded down to my half covered papers. "You haven't even gotten past the intro of your reflection, and your coffee is nearly gone."
I looked at my papers and then my coffee. Damn. She read it perfectly and made me look like a fool. She took note of my blush and took the moment to excuse herself. She threw out her empty cup and left the shop.
As I finished up my coffee, my phone buzzed loudly on the wooden table. Picking it up, expecting either my mother or Paige, I was genuinely surprised to see Ali's name on the screen.
The message was brief. Can you meet me at the park? I stared at it for a while, not knowing what to think or say.
This homework certainly wasn't getting done anytime soon.
I pulled into the first spot I could find. My stomach did little flips as I started to walk towards the rock she asked me to meet her at. Why would she want to see me? We weren't exactly friends or anything.
I saw her waving at me before my thoughts could go any further. Some of the lights were starting to come on around the sidewalks. I kept my head down as I approached her, fearing what she had to say. She was wearing ripped jeans and a white blouse.
"Hi, Em. Thanks for coming."
"Sure. What's up?" I dug my hands deeper into my pockets and looked around us, taking note of the barrenness of the spot. A handful of older couples walked about, some with dogs and some alone. Other than that, we were alone.
"Are you liking senior year?" Worry etched her eyes, making her look older; making her look icy. It was only fall but she sure did look like a snow queen. A light blue beanie topped her head and her loose blonde curls fell around her cheeks. Her glacier blue eyes complimented her pale skin and I could practically see the snowflakes falling around her. A slight breeze sent a shiver through me and I hunched my shoulders up towards my ears. I nodded my head to answer her question, wondering once more why I was here.
"I wanted to do this face to face." She sounded curt now, like she could care less about me. "Now that we are on top of the food chain, there are more responsibilities we have to take on. With soccer, I mean. Are you willing to help me out?"
"I'm not a captain, Ali…"
She smiled and looked away. Anyone with eyes, or rather an adoring affection, could tell the smile was fake and that there was hurt behind it.
"Well Samara is being a bitch, basically. And I need extra help." She looked back at me. I didn't want to get into the middle of the rift between Ali and Samara. They are better than best friends, and both were captains on the team. Other than me, there was one other senior on the team, whom I thought would make a much better substitution than me.
"What about Jenna?" I countered.
"I want it to be you. Please." Again, I can't resist her eyes. It took a record two seconds for me to cave. "Great! Meet me at my house tomorrow to talk more?" Yes, of course. I can't resist. She hugged me and I tensed up at the touch, not really wanting to give in to my feelings. When she let go my thoughts fleeted back to Ms. Hastings, and I briefly wondered what her embrace would feel like, and if I would melt into it.
But no, that would never happen, and I'll never let myself feel a dire need to hug her. I swear my life is filled with want that's never satisfied, so it's my goal to not want Ms. Hastings. If I protest it enough, maybe my mind will listen, right?
Spencer's POV
My nerves tingled. After talking to Emily in the coffee shop I felt a rush that lasted until I got home. It took a little bit of nerve to go up and talk to her, but thankfully I was used to doing such things. I didn't even have anything planned, just a simple hello. I don't normally approach students outside of class. Rather, I don't normally go out. I hate running into students outside of school; it's awkward. What if I was buying underwear or something? That would be weird. Typically I would just go home and stay there. Something, however, brought me to the coffee shop. It was right near this little yoga studio I loved to go to, which was really the only place I would go to other than the grocery store.
It's not that I am antisocial, or shy, or introverted. Quite the opposite in fact. I have friends, mainly my colleagues. I've just fallen into that boring groove I told myself I would never fall into.
AN: So I just wanted to assure you guys that this IS a spemily story! I promise.
Thank you for the continued support and your kind words To the two guests, it always makes my day when I hear from you! And to chxndelier, Emily is having mixed emotions so it makes sense that you are having them too, lol. It makes it all the more real, eh?