Chapter 2
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I sighed as I lay my head on the desk before me. My gaze slowly drifted towards the man writing on the blackboard and they lingered, observing everything about him, from head to toe. Are my eyes deceiving me or is it possible for such an Adonis to exist in real life? Or is it my heart that is distorting my vision? I sighed once again, and my friends looked back at me questioningly. As soon as I noticed them, I straightened my back and smiled at them flustered, scared that they might discover my secret. That’s right, I haven’t told anyone, and I do not believe I ever will. They would think I’m weird or even disgusting. The other girls follow Mr. Brady around and sigh when they see him, but it is merely infatuation, they all admit that they do not actually love him. As for me… Why must I be so weird?
“Ellison!”
Mr. Brady called out to me as I rushed to leave the classroom. Shivers ran across my spine and I gulped before turning slowly towards him. He strode towards me and my shivers increased.
“Are you in such a hurry to leave my classroom that you are even willing to skip lunch?” he raised a brow while holding up my lunch bag.
“O-oh! Th-thanks.” I stuttered nervously as I reached out for my belonging. However, as I did so, he waved the bag out of my reach, teasing my small stature.
I crossed my arms and pouted at him in mock anger. He smirked at my reaction.
“I’ll give it back once you answer a question.” he said, and I stopped struggling. I tilted my head slightly, observing my tall and handsome teacher.
“Ellison, do you hate me?” he asked.
I was taken aback by his question, but his assumption does make sense. I am constantly avoiding him and I hardly ever speak to him, even about schoolwork. How surprised would he be to know that the reason for this avoidance is the complete opposite of what he thinks?
“I… don’t hate you.” I answered almost inaudibly. There’s no way I can tell him the truth, right?
“How do I know you’re not lying?” he insisted, demanding to know the whole truth.
“Because…” I stammered and could not hide my intimidation. “Because I…” Mr. Brady tilted his head slightly impatiently, waiting for clarification.
I need to tell him. It’s now or never. I pumped my fists and took a deep breath in. I could feel my cheeks burning and my voice was quieter than ever.
“You can’t tell anyone. And you have to promise you will forget about it after I tell you, okay?” My voice shook as I spoke. Although I was determined to tell him my biggest secret, insecurity took complete control over my expression and body language.
“Yeah, sure.” he said, sounding almost bored. This increased my insecurities. How will he react?
“Do you promise?” I insisted.
“Yes. Just spit it out.” he demanded impatiently.
“I… I…” Whenever I opened my mouth no other words would come out and the breath shivered its way out of my lips.
“You what?” I could sense him losing his temper.
It’s now or never. I have gotten this far already; I must tell him now. See? He’s already impatient. Just say it.
“I…I love you.” I closed my eyes and pumped my fists as I finally said it. Although, as soon as the words left my lips, I looked peeked up at Mr. Brady’s face. His eyes widened and his lips gaped, and he appeared to have taken a step back. However, none of this lasted for more than one second. His expression was soon taken over by a wide, malefic grin. What’s with this reaction?
He leaned in and brought his face closer and I took a step back, recoiling in alarm. “What? I couldn’t hear you.” he said with a teasing smirk.
I only realized he was joking once I had already shouted out “I love you!” My face flushed scarlet once I took note of how loud I said those words. I looked around us and towards the classroom door, but thankfully no one was there.
My face burned and my heart pounded, embarrassed at my words and uneasy with his amused reaction. I waited for Mr. Brady to say something, but he seemed to be enjoying the torture I was going through.
“Now you have to forget everything I said.” I struggled to speak, and my timid nature prevented me from sounding bossy and serious.
As I grabbed my bag from Mr. Brady’s hand, I turned my back at him and walked uneasily towards the door. Why isn’t he saying anything? What if he tells the other teachers, or even my classmates? Ahh, why did I have to confess? This is the end of me! Goodbye peaceful high school life, we had a good run.
However, as I reached for the doorknob, I was pulled back by a hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Sorry, I can’t do that.” He pulled me close, placing a warm hand on my back and gently locking his lips with mine.
My eyes widened and my heart appeared to stop, as my entire body petrified in bewilderment. My entire thought process froze and I could do nothing except stand there and accept his kiss. It seemed to last forever, but our lips soon parted and even then, my body was frozen and all I could do was stare at him stupidly.
“See you.” Mr. Brady smirked as he walked out of the classroom, leaving me stupefied inside.
All the blood in my body seemed to rise up to my face and suddenly my breath returned and I gasped for it desperately as I tried to figure out just what had happened. I must have dreamt it. All of it. There is no way he kissed me. Right. This was definitely a dream. In the real world I would never have had the courage to confess to him. As I repeated these words, I almost convinced myself that it had, in fact, been a dream, but nothing happened once I pinched myself. No way…
What the hell is going on??
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