The last schoolyear

Jane sat at her desk in the last row and felt nervous. This was her last School year and she was willing to give her best in order to have good marks. While waiting for class to start she played with her phone, ignoring the provoking comments from some colleagues towards her.

Only when the door swung open, she put her phone away and looked up to see a blonde woman with a heavy bag enter the room. The brunette couldn't help but notice how attractive the teacher was. Maybe a little bit overdressed in her fancy blue skirt and white blouse she thought. But still nice.

"Good morning everybody! My name is Maura Isles and I'm going to be your biology teacher for this year." The blonde reached for a chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard while introducing herself.

Some guy whispered, "Check out her butt man." And everybody who could hear him chuckled. Jane couldn't help but roll her eyes, even though she had to admit that he was right. She hoped that Ms. Isles hadn't heard it.

Probably not, she thought, as the teacher turned around to face the pupils again. "I know that most of you find science boring and you probably question yourself why you have to attend this class, seeing as how you will never need it in your later life anymore." Ms. Isles made a pause and let the words sink in. Some pupils nodded and Jane noticed how all eyes were laying on the teacher, waiting in anticipation for an answer.

Good job, Jane thought, and caught herself holding the breath herself, thinking that the beginning of the new school year was very promising, and that biology might actually become one of her favorite classes.

"Well," the blonde stated "Science explains a lot of things. And I bet that most people find it boring because they don't see the big picture. It will make you understand a lot of things." Another pause before Ms. Isles continued to name examples pulling out different every-day items of her bag to demonstrate what she meant.

Jane almost felt deceived when the bell rang, and the period was over. She could have listened to the woman forever. And watched her forever…..

Unfortunately, the rest of the day was lame and the brunette strolled home slowly trying not to think about the new teacher because it made her heart jump every single time. She had never had a crush on a teacher before and it made her feel highly inappropriate and uncomfortable.

She couldn't help though and searched for Maura Isles on the internet when lying in bed later.

Angela had awaited her and asked a ton of questions about her day. Jane really hated that. She rather spent her time sitting in her room, listening to music and drawing. Therefore, she usually tried to give her mother a shortened version of her day and then quickly go off into her room. This day was no exception.

But instead of drawing today she googled Maura Isles and was astonished about the result. Ms. Isles apparently had a doctor title, which she hadn't mentioned. And she had published all sorts of highly praised articles in various science magazines. The brunette asked herself why she was teaching at her school then. The teacher was obviously overqualified and had probably better things to do than to spend her time with teenagers at some local high school.

She shut her phone down after scanning through all the information she could find on the web and stretched out in her bed. The brunette wondered if Ms. Isles was in a relationship. There was no partner mentioned online, but Jane knew that this didn't mean that she was single.

A loud thud from downstairs told her, that her father was home from work. And by the way he had just slammed the door shut he was not in a good mood. She sighed as she rose from bed, getting ready for dinner. The smell of lasagna filled the house, but with her father being grumpy it wouldn't be an enjoyable dinner.

Friday came, and Jane was overexcited and scared at the same time. Ms. Isles walked into the classroom with her laptop and left the brunette speechless and almost drawling at her sight. It was pure torture Jane thought glancing at the teacher instead of the film she showed.

She caught Ms. Isles glancing at her several times too. She had probably noticed that Jane was interested in her and felt ashamed. The brunette could feel how her face turned red as she blushed. So, she quickly looked away, when their eyes met and hoped that the teacher hadn't noticed.

It just couldn't be she thought. Teacher-student relationships were not allowed. They were bad. Besides, why should the blonde be interested in her?

Jane still wondered why Ms. Isles was here instead of some big lab though, doing great things, discovering new species or save the world. She desperately wanted to ask but didn't dare to speak to her.

After being caught glancing one more time, she decided to focus on the film. Maybe it was better in general not to look at the woman anymore. Just focus on biology Jane told herself and tried to stick to the plan. It worked pretty well even though it wouldn't make the crush go away.

"Jane, can I have a word with you?" Ms. Isles asked as she was about to leave the room for the next period. The brunette frowned, assuming that whatever was about to come, was not going to be good. She prepared for the worst as she closed the door and turned around to face the blonde who asked her to sit down.

Jane did as she was told and nervously rubbed her wet palms into her jeans.

It was silent in the room as the teacher seemed to search for the right words. Jane wished that the ground would open up and swallow her while looking at her feet.

"Are you all right?" Ms. Isles asked in a soft tone which made Jane cringe.

"Uhh yes, sure." Jane lied flatly still not looking up scared that the teacher would read her like an open book.

"You know that you can tell me if something was bothering you." She heard the blonde say who had lifted from the chair to walk around the desk in order to come closer to Jane. The brunette felt ashamed.

"Yes." Was all she managed to say feeling her throat filling with tears.

"I was a teenager once too." Ms. Isles chuckled softly. "I know all about it, believe me. So, you can go. But I want you to know that I'm here if you should want to talk. You can tell me anything, no matter how stupid it seems to you. If it makes you hurt, it can't be stupid."

A rush of relieve overcame Jane who grabbed her bag and left as quickly as possible. She was glad that the blonde hadn't asked her directly if she had a crush on her. Maybe, Jane thought, the teacher hadn't noticed it after all. But she also knew that from now on she had to be more careful.