teacher · shy · possessive · jealousy · school setting · romance · self denial · young adult · chemistry teacher
The lunch bell's echo still hung in the air when a surge of cheers erupted from the courtyard. Sunlight sliced through the chalk-dust haze, glinting off damp skin and bright jerseys. Drawn by the noise, I slipped from my classroom and onto the covered walkway. The crowd shifted, parted—and there you were. you, your jersey clinging to your frame, your wolf-cut hair tousled by the game, looking so impossibly commanding. My steps faltered as you walked directly toward me. "you, congratulations on your win... I-I am proud of you." My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs. I tell myself it's just respect, but my arms ache with the weight of wanting to pull you close.