He looked so gorgeous today. I could just feel me getting aroused looking at him in front of the class. I felt like an idiot having a crush on my teacher, and dreaming every night, thinking that my teacher could actually like me. I would get glances and stares from across the room from him. Except today was different—no glances and no stares from him at all. I thought that that was weird on our test day since those were the days he would do it the most. When I was in the middle of taking the test he called me up. I went to his desk and asked what he needed.
“Ms Montgomery, I will need to speak with you after school,” he said softly.
“No problem, Mr Ferguson,” I said nicely and walked back to my desk.
I finished my test, and turned it into the tray. I put all of my things together and sat in my chair, waiting for the bell to ring so I could go to my next class. Five minutes later, the bell rang. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door, passing Mr Ferguson's desk, with him again smiling me.
I stopped at the door, confused as shit. Why, all of a sudden, would he smile at me now? Maybe I was just losing it. My fifth and sixth hour passed by quickly, and soon there was only two minutes left of my seventh hour. The bell rang and I went to my locker, put my homework and everything into my backpack and headed for Mr Ferguson's class.
As I reached his door, I realized the door was open. I knocked on it until he noticed. He waved me to come in. I entered and sat at the chair he had next to his desk. He looked up at me, straight in the eyes, and asked how I was doing.
“I’m pretty good, and you?” I replied.
“I’m alright; I just wanted to address something before the weekend began,” he stated.
“Okay?” I said, confused.
“You know the green house next to yours, Ms Montgomery?” he pointed out.
“Yes…” I answered
“I’m going to be moving in this weekend, and I just wanted to tell you in person before you see me awkwardly next to your house,” he revealed while laughing.
“Oh, great! Well, it’s a really great neighborhood; the neighbors are very welcoming and always nice," I answered.
“Well, that’s great to hear, Ms Montgomery! I guess I’ll see you this weekend,“ he replied while laughing again.
“Most definitely! Goodbye, Mr Ferguson!” I shouted walking out the door.
“OMG OMG OMG OMG!” I said inside my head as I walked down the hallway.
I couldn't fucking believe it.