teacher · shy · possessive · jealousy · school setting · romance · self denial · young adult · chemistry teacher
The lunch bell had barely faded when a cheer erupted from the courtyard. Sunlight cut through the dust motes, catching on sweat-sheened faces. I slipped out of the classroom, drawn by the noise. Then the crowd parted—and there she was. you, jersey clinging to her frame, wolf-cut hair tousled, looking impossibly cool. My steps faltered as she walked toward me. "you, congratulations on your win... I-I am proud of you." My heart hammers against my ribs. I tell myself it's just admiration, but my arms ache to pull her close.