Home Time

I skip down the corridor, a dorky grin plastered on my face. Did Miss Adams really call me "darling"? That small word was swirling around my head, making me feel giddy inside.

My happiness is short-lived, however, as I check my phone and see an email notification from the school. My heart sinks as I open it and am hit with the news of an English intervention for me.

I scan the list of attendees and grimace at the realization that almost every classmate will be there. "Fuck," I mutter silently.

"Language, Scarlet," comes the familiar husky voice behind me. It's Miss Adams, and I can hear the hint of amusement in her voice. Embarrassed, I quickly apologize. "Ah- sorry, Miss."

She smirks and heads off to the staff toilets, leaving me feeling flustered and confused. Why is her presence affecting me like this?

I begrudgingly make my way to the dreaded English intervention at 3:30. Mrs Smith, one of the always pregnant teachers, is there to greet me. I plaster on a smile and nod before making my way to the back of the room.

To my surprise, I see Miss Adams standing there, looking as composed as ever. As I freeze for a moment, I casually say, "So you're here too, huh? I guess it takes the entire English department to teach us thickos?"

I roll my eyes, and she chuckles, amused by my reaction. "No, only you," she continues, a smirk on her face.

I scoff and mutter under my breath, "Of course, of course. Exactly what I need, to see more of you." She playfully slaps me on the arm, feigning offense. "So rude. My poor ego is broken," she mocks.

"Oh please," I mutter back before taking my seat.

I sigh and sit at my desk, boredom setting in as nobody else turns up. I drum my fingers on the desk, waiting patiently. Miss Adams and Mrs Smith exchange confused glances, wondering where everyone is.

I roll my eyes and mutter under my breath, "Business studies..." Miss Adams looks over at me, and I can't help but smirk back at her. "Remember our class earlier? I was the only one there. I thought you were supposed to be smart, Miss Adams." She rolls her eyes but can't hide the hint of a smile on her face.

She turns to Mrs Smith, "There's a business trip today. Everyone else in this group is on it apart from Scarlet." Miss Adams explains. "Don't worry, I'll just give Scarlet some worksheets to do. You go home early and relax. You deserve it," Miss Adams suggests to Mrs Smith, who nods appreciatively, her hand resting against her baby bump before gently sliding over it.

Mrs Smith reaches down to grab her bag but I quickly stand up and offer to carry Mrs Smith's bag to her car. "Would you like me to carry this out to your car?" I ask, and she smiles gratefully. "That would be most kind, Scarlet. Thank you so much."

I smile at Miss Adams and make my way out of the classroom with Mrs Smith's bag. I have no intention of returning to the classroom, as I know that spending a whole hour alone with Miss Adams would be too much for me to handle.

As soon as I've put Mrs Smith's bag in her car, I begin walking home, my mind still racing with thoughts of Miss Adams and her crisp, white shirt. I walk for a while, trying to distract myself with the sights and sounds of the outside world. However, my mind keeps wandering back to Miss Adams' smooth voice, her piercing eyes, and that damn white shirt.