𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼

7 | do you want me to fall in pieces again?

Of course what class did I have right after I cried my balls out? History.
I still could feel my cheeks burning, but maybe with a large smile it could maybe look like I was blushing? No, I mean that'd be even worse to let my teacher think she was the reason to this cheek color.

Choose Amanda, pushed my conscience seeing that I was nearby the entrance of her classroom.

As I entered the room, I find myself avoiding everybody's gaze, not even trying to smile. It would have looked like a grimace anyway.

"Hi Amanda." greeted me Miss Anderson with a joyfull tone.

"Hi." I quickly answered before joining my seat.

Soon enough, a sigh left my lips when the girls came into view. Before I knew it Emily's fingers were holding my chin, turning my face towards hers.

"Hey why are you so reddish? Have you cried or something?"

For a moment, all I could see was my mom's face in front of me, holding my chin so much tighter.

Focus.

Rolling my eyes like that was the most stupid thing I had ever heard I smacked her hand away before accidently meeting my teacher's gaze.

Great Emily, thanks.

"Yeah I missed you both like hell." Humour's back everybody.

They chuckled at that, diverting their attention from me.
However a few seconds later Jade nudged me on the arm, making me gasp slightly.

"What?" I said with a tone betraying my annoyance.

"Look at how she's staring at you."

Following her eyes I understood who she was talking about. As soon as my look met hers she turned to go close the door.

"That was cute." whispered Emily.
"She maybe has a crush on you."

"She was just thinking dumbass."

"Alright calm down." she laughed looking a tint bit offended.
Legs crossed over one another and a pen between my fingers, I impatiently waited for her to begin the lesson, so I could focus on that and pushed all my thoughts towards the back of my head.

ღ

"Amanda? Could you please stay for a second?"

holy shit.

I forced myself to nod, eyeing the girls walking out with a frown on their face.
Don't mess up again Amanda.

Taking my time to clean my desk, she came to face me, lightly laying her weight on the 2nd row desk.
Glancing towards her I saw this same facial expression she had yesterday.
I'm in the shit. I knew it, I had fucked up. I shouldn't have let her hear me in the first place. The walls between our rooms were too thin.

With a hint of insolence I asked "What can I do for you Miss Anderson?"

"I-I just wanted to ask if you were okay?"
She seemed to have confidence problem sometimes, I remarked hearing her stutter again. Well who didn't?

Damn that smile. I was actually mad at her for smiling that much, like she knew that was a very useful weapon.
DON'T MESS THIS UP AMANDA, lectured me my brain, making me sit awfully straight on my chair, firmly holding my bags so she won't see my shaking hands.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" I quickly glanced up towards her, wanting to give her a stone cold glare, but I couldn't even hold her gaze without feeling my heart melt.