Substitute Teacher

Chapter three

Jepha's point of view

I groaned, stood up and grabbed my bag and my jacket before going to the door. I flung it open just to hear a loud thud. I frowned and looked behind the door just to gasp loudly. I knealed down next to Jenny’s seemingly lifeless body and turned her over by her shoulders. She groaned a little and I sighed in relief as her eyes fluttered open.

“Wha..W-what happened?”, she asked in a small voice and my guilt was killing me.

“I opened the door to leave and I guess I hit you with it.”

She frowned at me confused.

“Why would you open the door so roughly?”, she asked as she struggled to sit up and I grabbed her arms to help her.

“I uh.. I was upset.”, I explained feeling dumber than ever.

“Upset about what? Did something happen, are you ok?”

I smiled at her for caring so much when I had just knocked her to the floor. I stood up and pulled her up with me. She swayed a bit so she clung onto the front of my hoodie with her small hands as I held her to me for support.

“I’m ok, Jenn. Thank you for asking, but the question is if you are ok.”

She smiled weakly up at me and my stomach errupted in butterflies once again. Our faces were so close now. Her head leaned back to look up at me, and mine hanging forward to look down at her. Our noses were barely two inches apart and I could feel her soft breath against my face.

“I-I’m allright.. Jeph.”, she swallowed. “Now why were you upset?”

“I was just upset with myself, no big deal.”

We were both quiet for what felt like several minutes before she spoke again.

“You’re not my teacher anymore.”

I took a deep breath and glanced at her lips.

“So I feel that I need to tell you something before you leave this school forever, or I will never forgive myself.”, she explained and started pulling away only to have her knees buckle making her cling to me more and I wrapped my arms tighter around her waist.

“What is it?”, I asked and even surprised myself with the depth of my own voice.

“I... I-I..”, she cleared her throat to try to speak again and I had to bite my lip to keep from chuckling at her cuteness.

“I have a mad crush on you..Jeph.”, she said looking down. My lip fell from it’s spot between my teeth as my jaw hung low. I must have looked really fucking dumb at that moment.

“You have a mad what now?”, I asked nervously.

“I have a crush on you. I have since I first saw you and..it’s only been getting worse and worse and I think about you all the time and I dream about you – about us being together – and I am probably going to go home bang my head against my wall screaming at myself for telling you this, as soon as I get the muscle funtions back in my legs.”, she rambled, still looking down.

I didn’t say anything. For so long we were just standing there in silence, me holding her and she clinging to me as she stared down to where our bodies met, her chest pressed against the upper part of my stomach. I was staring down at her face trying to comprehend what just happened. What she just said.

“Are you serious?”, I asked, my mouth and my throat suddenly very dry.

“No no, just making small talk.”, she replied sarcasticly rolling her eyes, but still not looking up at me. She pushed her hands against my chest and took a careful step back to see that she could actually stand on her own now, to my great disapointment. She bent down slowly and grabbed her messengebag that she hung over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna go.”