Secret crush on my teacher

Episode:5

Riya let out a giggly laugh, full of villain-level smugness and total energy. “Knew it, you don’t know anything!” she said, flipping her silky hair like a superstar in a shampoo ad. Swish! Totally like she’s in a commercial!

Her high heels went click click on the bathroom floor as she spun around like a drama queen. “Some days are just super special, right, Sarah? Don’t you know?” she teased with a wink, strutting out like a movie heroine. Sarah stood there, looking like a soggy cabbage in a rainstorm.

Sarah stared at her face in the mirror—a perfect “Embarrassed Teen Girl” scene. Her cheeks were so red, it was like the sun was shining right on her face! With a tiny “Ugh!” she smacked her hand on the counter. Thap.

“This semester is gonna be the longest horror movie of my life,” she said, like she was delivering a dramatic movie line.

That night, peace was nowhere to be found, not even in her dreams. Her brain turned into a non-stop cringe cinema, replaying the day’s disasters. Alex's smirk. Siri’s “I don’t know” disaster. The classmates’ laughter. Riya’s smug grin. Ugh!

Sarah buried her face in her pillow, whining dramatically, “Why am I such a joker…” like she was the heroine in some tragic film. “Why am I stuck in this kind of movie?!”

Even sleep didn’t save her. In her dreams, she was running through a creepy math forest where x’s and y’s grew on trees. Quadratic equations with red eyes chased her, yelling, “Siri, solve me!” and “Factor me!” Oh man, this isn’t a dream, it’s a nightmare!

Morning hit like a slap in the face.

Her alarm, the traitor, was on silent mode. “You had one job, alarm!” Sarah shouted, jumping out of bed. Her hair looked like a ghost from a horror movie.

No time for breakfast, no time to brush her hair—just a messy bun would do. She grabbed a half-burnt piece of toast like it was a superhero gadget, her backpack flapping behind her as she ran out the door. “I’m not a heroine, I’m a survivor!”

She reached the bus stop out of breath, ready to collapse from social anxiety. And there, shining like an anime character, stood Pinky.

Pinky—a total glitter bomb! If Sarah was an introvert, Pinky was the ultimate extrovert. If Sarah was plain rice, Pinky was spicy biryani!

“Pinky!” Sarah gasped.

“Sarah! You almost missed me!” Pinky squealed, bouncing like a caffeinated bunny. “If you’re this late, even the bus will ditch you!”

While waiting for the bus, Sarah started dramatically spilling the tea about The Great Math Catastrophe™. “Alex asked me something, and I said ‘I don’t know’… in that squeaky mouse voice!”

Pinky burst out laughing, doubling over like her stomach was about to explode. “Oh my god, you said ‘I don’t know’?! In that mouse voice? Sarah you’re a comedy show star!” she said, wiping tears.

Sarah’s face looked like it got slapped by a hundred emojis. “It’s not funny, Pinky! My life isn’t a comedy, it’s a tragedy!” she whined, stomping her foot.

Pinky could barely breathe from laughing. “I’m gonna die laughing… you’re a total joke machine!”

On the bus, Pinky calmed down a bit, pulling a tissue from her unicorn pencil case to wipe her tears. “Okay, so what’s the plan? Hide in a locker or escape the whole college?” she asked, still giggling.

“I’m moving to Antarctica,” Sarah said seriously. “I’ll live with penguins. They don’t ask math questions, just fish!”

“Stop with the drama, Sarah !” Pinky laughed. “You think you’re in a Bollywood movie or what?”

At college, near the classroom, Sarah froze. “I can’t go in, Pinky. This is a horror movie scene!”

“No drama!” Pinky grabbed Sarah's backpack and dragged her into the classroom like a determined babysitter.

“You betrayed me!” Siri whisper-screamed, flailing like a fish out of water.

Their seats—last row, side by side—were waiting like fate’s traps. After sitting, Pinky handed Sarah a glittery sticker. It said “You Got This!” with a smiling donut. “Perfect for you!” she laughed.

First period was history, taught by a sleepy-mode professor. Sarah doodled in her notebook while her brain screamed, “Math class is next! Run!”

When the bell rang, her heart pounded like a drum.

“Idea!” she whispered to Pinky, her eyes lighting up like a bulb. “I’ll skip math class. I’ll hide in the janitor’s closet!”

“Sarah, you’re not James Bond!” Pinky said, shocked. “We’re going in together, brave!”

“I’m not brave, I’m barely alive!” Sarah cried.

They started a silent war—glares, wild hand gestures, like a dramatic movie scene!

Then the door opened.

Alex walked in, giving a superstar entrance. “Morning, friends!” he said cheerfully, with a smug smile like he knew some secret. His eyes landed on Sarah—for a second too long.

Sarah froze. Pinky froze. Even the air seemed to freeze!

Alex’s smile widened. “Where did we leave off yesterday?” he asked the class, but his eyes were teasing Sarah. (ಠ_ಥ)

Sarah sat up straight, forcing a fake smile that screamed, “Make me invisible, please!”

Hari turned to the board and started the lesson. Sarah felt like her soul was floating out of her body.

This semester is gonna be full-on masala drama!

But hey… she’s got Pinky.

Maybe, just maybe, Sarah will survive.

(Let’s hope so!)