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The Next Day in Study Hall:
"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more…" Jane sang the song at a whispered volume as she worked on her AP calculus. She worked best with her earbuds in. Her current obsession was A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. It played on repeat.
Her study hall was pretty vacant that day because the ninth graders had a field trip to the planetarium. Jane could remember when she went on fun trips like that for school.
"…All along, I believed I would find you…" She hummed the instrumental. No one in the room seemed to mind. She was so quiet they probably couldn't even hear her.
Ms. Isles was editing a lesson plan for the next period, her fingers typing away at her keyboard. She had to admit, the day had been long- and it was only fourth period.
When she finished, Ms. Isles stood up to stretch her legs. She hated sitting in the desk even for the short amount of times that she needed to. She scooped up a few books that had been recently returned and walked to the book case to put them back.
Jane immediately stopped humming when she saw Ms. Isles approaching her. She dry swallowed again, a nervous habit. Jane's eyes quickly skimmed Ms. Isles's body. Again, she was wearing a material that clung to her in all of the perfect places- that were still school appropriate of course.
"Excuse me," said politely as she scooted between Jane's desk and the bookshelf.
Then, Ms. Isles turned around to reach the highest shelf. Again,Jane couldn't help but snag a look at the tight bum in front of her. It looked so tight and round- from all of the exercise Jane knew she did.
Head DOWN, Jane. Jane ordered herself and then obeyed.
The bell rang just as finished placing her last book. All of the other students had filed out before she had a chance to get up.
Jane stood up as Ms. Isles turned around. They bumped into each other in a way that made them so close that their thighs were touching, Jane's skin heated up and she could feel her cheeks reddening.
Ms. Isles tried to laugh it off as she shuffled out of the position. Jane followed suit by letting out a chuckle herself, but inside her heart rate had just spiked dramatically.
That time,Jane practically sprinted out of the classroom. Ms. Isles watchedJane leave, and for the first time she didn't know what to say.
During Lunch:
Jane ate her grapes one at a time. Her thoughts were somewhere else.
"Jay?" Her best friend Frost tried getting her attention.
Jane looked up to see her circle of friends staring at her. "What?" She asked, coming out of her own little world.
"We're talking about going to the club this weekend."Frost replied patiently. "We wanted to know if you could drive this time."
"Oh," Jane said as she contemplated the answer. "If I can get a new copy of keys by then."
"Oh, that's right," Another friend, Peyton interjected. "Your clumsy self dropped them in one of the only three drainage vents in the whole parking lot." She teased goodheartedly.
Jane stuck out her tongue at her. "Well, my dad said that a new copy should be made by Friday."
"Perfect," Frost replied. "So we'll be good for Saturday."
"Should be."Jane smiled. She loved going out with her friends. They were trustworthy party companions.
"Great," Peyton said excitedly.
"I'll do it next weekend," A pretty brunette proposed. "I haven't driven in a while."
"Great, thanks Mara!" Peyton repeated, appreciatively clapping her hands.
The bell to separate the periods rang and their table of six girls and two boys stood up in unison.
Just as they were walking out of the cafeteria, Frost slipped his arm around Jane's to intertwine them.
"Anything on your mind, Jay?" he asked as they walked.
"No, why?"Jane said innocently.
"Because it took you fifteen minutes to eat one small bag of almonds, and usually you whip through those in a heartbeat."Jane opened her mouth to protest. "I mean, don't get me wrong- that's how you get your perfectly shiny black hair that the girls are all so jealous of, but you just seem off."
"Thanks for the concern, really,"Jane replied with a slight chuckle. "But I'm fine."
"But you'll tell me if you ever aren't, right?"Frost asked.
"Of course, Frost."
Saturday Night:
"I swear, it gets easier and easier to get past the bouncers every time." Mara exclaimed as the group entered their weekly hang out. She threw her keys back into her purse. She ended up having to drive because the key Jane picked up was defective and she was told it was going to take a whole other week to ship in the original key to make a copy.
"Well, ever since your A's changed to C's, they can't get the rope open fast enough." Matilda joked. The girls laughed and rolled their eyes.
"Can we please just get to the dance floor?" Jane asked. She was getting excited by the sights and sounds of the club. The strobe lights were flashing in an unbelievably inviting manner. The music was booming so loud that the floors were vibrating, sending shock waves through Jane's body.
The gang made their way to the floor, quickly assimilating into the crowd.
Jane threw her hands above her head and just moved to the music. This is what she needed, a complete distraction from what had happened that week. She needed to stop thinking about school, about her uncertain future, and of course, about Ms. Isles.
The dance floor grew sweaty and steamy as the hours was absolutely exhausted and somehow in the confusion of the crowd, she lost her friends. In order to avoid freaking out at moments like these, they always agreed to meet at the bar every two hours. Jane checked her thin analog wrist watch. It was 11:45 and they had met at 11.
Jane flipped her hair over with her hands, trying to ventilate some cool air. She was sweating more than she ever had- but then again she was dancing more than she ever had.
Jane paid no attention to the occasional hands that ghosted over her hips or eyes that watched her dancing from afar. Men, she decided, were just in it for a few minutes of fun, then they were gone. To Jane, the feelings were mutual.
The song changed to one with a more melodically smooth beat. Jane quickly found someone to dance with- a blonde guy that couldn't have been older than twenty.
As Jane was moving closer to him, something or someone, caught her eye. As the guy tried to make eye contact with her, Jane was focused on who she saw at the bar. She could only see their back.
Sandy blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, a petite but womanly frame, a short black dress that perfectly displayed Oh God, those calves.
Immediately, Jane's stomach erupted in butterflies. Then she realized that Ms. Isles was there, in the 21 and over club, about twenty yards away from her. Her grip on the man inches away from her tightened and he chuckled. Thoughts were racing through Jane's mind.
Should I go… say hi…? I'm in a 21 and over club, she knows how old I am. I would just be getting myself into deep shit, and the other guys would get in trouble too. Is it worth testing the waters again? Shit, this guy is really pushing it with the hands.
"Hey," The mysterious guy said. "How old are you anyway?" He looked her up and down.
Jane didn't stick around long enough to answer the question. She left the guy there to find a new girl.
Jane quickly smoothed out her blood red shirt,that matched with her skinny black jeans. She took a deep breath as she approached what was probably the nerve-racking thing in her life.
She decided to shake out her hair one more time, a nervous habit that she swore made her confidence level soar.
With a shaking voice she called out casually to one of the bartenders that she wanted a water bottle.
Immediately upon recognizing her voice, Ms. Isles spun around.
The older woman was so surprised to see her student that she almost dropped her margarita. Jane put on a show of being surprised.
"Jane?" Ms. Isles said as she got back her hold on her drink. She wouldn't have even have noticed Jane if she hadn't spoken up.
"Ms. Isles," Jane stuttered, now completely at a loss of what to say. "I-I'm not drinking. I'm just here with some of my friends- wait not I'm not- I…" She was rambling.
"You're not here with friends?" Ms. Isles asked, trying to get the story straight.
Jane's brain was running a mile a minute. "Yea,"
"How did you even get in?" was now channeling her protective teacher instincts.
"I didn't need to show I.D…."Jane said lamely.
"Jane, that's not good! They only admit 21 and over for a reason." Ms. Isles set her drink down and took Jane's hand.
Jane's heart jumped in her chest at the sudden connection. Her hand was tightly clenched in that of the woman who she was undeniably infatuated with- and it was the best feeling in the world.
Ms. Isles let them to a vacant booth to sit.
"Okay, who can we call to come pick you up? How did you even get here?" Ms. Isles said, pulling out her cellphone in haste.
"I took a taxi,"Jane was surprised with how quickly the lies were just spilling out of her lips.
"Who can I call to come get you?" Ms. Isles asked again.
"No one's home tonight." At least this was the truth. She was planning on spending the night at Matilda's with the girls.
Ms. Isles rubbed her palm over her face in a distraught fashion.
"What's wrong?"Jane asked. "It's not like I'm your responsibility. I mean, you came here to have fun, so go have some!" She made waving on gestures towards the beautiful older woman.
"But you are my responsibility now that I have found you. I can't just let you take a taxi out of the city at midnight…" Ms. Isles's voice trailed on as if she had more to say.
"Why? I'll be fine,"Jane was begging herself to stop talking because there was always the chance that Ms. Isles would leave her alone.
"No, I can't…" Ms. Isles said, nervously moving her phone in her hands.
"Why?" Stop pushing, Jay.
"Because, well, I care about you." Those words were most definitely the heavenliest words Jane had ever heard- but only because of the mouth they had come out of. Jane didn't know how to respond, she was just so taken aback by it.
Without thinking, Ms. Isles put a comforting hand over Jane's clasped ones.
The music in the club was blurred out completely when she did this. In that moment, Jane knew that Ms. Isles had her, forever - even if she didn't want her for that long.
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