Accidental Love With The Wrong Brother

Chapter 10

Roman’s POV

I sat in class, but my mind was not steady. I tried to focus on the lesson, but everything in me felt scattered. My hands were cold, and I kept tapping my pen on the desk without knowing.

I tried to avoid looking in her direction.

But each time I raised my head, my eyes still went to her.

Elisa sat there quietly, but I felt her eyes on me like she was waiting.

I looked away fast. I did not want her to think anything. I did not want to remember last night.

I had made a mistake. Or maybe it was not a mistake, but it felt like trouble. Trouble I did not want.

The class continued. Students laughed, gusted and continued with their chats. But I was barely there.

When I asked questions, Elisa raised her hand every time. She wanted to answer. She wanted me to notice her. But I ignored her.

I called other students instead. I pretended not to see her hand. But I knew she saw the way I avoided her.

She lowered her hand slowly each time. Her face did not show anything strong. But I knew it must have hurt.

My chest felt tight. I knew she wondered why I was acting that way. I wondered too.

The lesson felt long even though time moved fast. My voice sounded strange to me while teaching. I was not myself.

When the class ended, I packed up quickly. I did not want to talk to anyone. I needed space to think.

I walked straight to my office. My steps were fast. I just wanted to be alone.

Inside, I closed the door and leaned against it. I breathed slowly. I tried to clear my head.

Last night came back again in my mind. Her face. Her voice. The way she looked at me. The way everything changed just like that.

I sat in my chair and covered my face with my hands. I knew I should stay far from her. I knew she could get me in trouble if anyone noticed.

She was my student. No matter what I felt, I had to stop it. I had to remain in control.

I ran my hand through my hair. I thought about avoiding her completely. No eye contact. No talking alone. No closeness.

I made a plan in my head. Act normal. Stay professional. Do not get pulled in.

Just as I was thinking, the door opened. A group of girls walked in, laughing and talking loudly.

They always came after class to ask questions and get attention.

I sat up straight quickly. I put on a blank face. I nodded at them to sit.

They surrounded my desk.

Their voices overlapped with each other.

They were asking about rehearsals, modern techniques and their performances.

I answered them slowly.

One question at a time.

I tried to stay polite.

But then I noticed movement outside the door.

The girls had left it open wide.

Elisa stood there in the hallway. Not close. Just standing. Looking.

She did not try to come in. She only watched. Her face was just cool, but her eyes... her eyes looked like she was waiting for something.

The girls kept talking. They laughed and tried to touch my arm. They liked attention, and they wanted mine.

But my eyes kept traveling back to the doorway.

To her.

I tried not to look. But I did. Again and again.

She did not move. She just stood there with her books in her hands.

Like she wanted to say something, but she could not say it here.

One of the girls noticed where I kept looking.

She turned back and saw Elisa standing there.

Her smile faded. Then she whispered something to the others. Their faces changed.

They seemed annoyed that Elisa was there.

One of them rolled her eyes. Another one laughed under her breath, like Elisa was nothing.

Elisa lowered her gaze. Her fingers tightened on her notebook. She looked hurt, even though she tried to hide it.

I swallowed. I felt something twist inside me. I did not know if it was guilt or anger.

The girls continued talking, but I could no longer hear them clearly. My attention was outside. On her.

She slowly turned and walked away. No words. No expression. Just quiet steps.

I almost stood up. My body moved before my mind did.

But I stopped. I forced myself back into my seat. I reminded myself of my decision.

Stay away. No involvement. No trouble.

My heart beat fast in my chest. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to look at the girls in front of me.

They were still asking questions. Still expecting my full attention. Still waiting for me to act like nothing was wrong.

So I did.

I answered them with a calm voice. I pretended everything was normal. But inside, nothing felt normal anymore.

All I could think about… Was she walking away?

And how I wished I didn’t have to let her go.

When the girls finally left my office, the room became quiet again.

I let out a slow breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. The silence felt heavy, but it was better than all those voices.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling.

I did not feel like myself at all. Everything felt confusing.

I should not have looked at her. I should have kept my eyes on my desk, or the board, or anywhere else. But I looked. And she saw it.

I rubbed my palm over my face again. The memory of her leaving the doorway kept replaying in my mind. Her slow steps. Her quiet expression.

She did not look angry. She did not look upset. She just looked… disappointed. And that somehow felt worse.

I stood up and walked to the window.

Students were still outside in the courtyard, talking and laughing. Life continued like nothing happened.

But for me, something had changed. I just didn’t know how to handle it.

I needed distance.

Real distance.

I decided I would avoid the hallways when classes changed. I would go through the back stairs. I would dismiss class early. Whatever it takes.

I could not let myself slip again.

I picked up some papers to organize them, but my hands moved slowly. I wasn’t really working. I was just trying to keep busy so I wouldn’t think too much.

But my mind still went back. It always went back.

Her voice from last night. The way she said my name. So soft. So close.

I shut my eyes. I hated how easy it was to remember.

I told myself again, stronger this time…. This ends here.

No more looks. No more closeness. No more moments that can be misunderstood.

But even as I told myself that…

A part of me wondered if I would be able to keep that promise.

I stayed in my office for a long time, not doing much. Just sitting there. Thinking. Trying to breathe normally.

I knew tomorrow would come.

Another class. Another room where she would be there again.

And I prayed I would be strong enough to act like none of this ever happened.

Even though it did.