“So do I still have a lift?” She said, grinning.

“Of course,” I said, grabbing my notebook and shoving it into my bag quickly. How could this work, she was a teacher. I was her student, yes only for another couple of weeks, and then graduation would allow us all the freedom, which I dreamt of, but still. Could it work?

Tina noticed, the inner turmoil I was having, and placed her hand on my cheek. There were those giddy feeling again. She moved in to me. Placing her cheek against mine.

“The poem was beautiful, Bette. So are you,” she whispered. “Now, let’s get out of here before we’re caught doing anything again.” She giggled, remembering my abrupt statement to Mr. Haspel.

“Yeah, definitely, can I take anything for you?” I said offering my hand to take one of her bags.

“No, no it’s fine, lead the way Bette.”

***

We walked out to my car in silence. I was walking slightly ahead of her, allowing her to see my Levi clad ass. Oh yeah, she wanted it bad. And I was certainly not going to deny her, her wishes and wants. I just needed to find the right time.

After putting her stuff in the back, I flung myself into the driver’s seat. She knew I was angry or hurt or jealous or just grr-ish. Whatever feeling it was that I was feeling.

Picking up my hand ever so slowly, she pried it off the steering wheel and brought it to her lips.

“Come on Babe,” she almost moaned. “Let’s go.”

Oh my god, My hands wouldn’t move. I couldn’t start the car. She just called me babe!! Dude that is the coolest thing ever!! Wow.

Eventually, when I got myself together, we drove in almost-silence. Her hand comfortably placed on my thigh. My cheeks were warm with excitement. I noticed her gorgeous smile, plastered to her face, just as mine was plastered to my own.

It took longer than it was meant to get to her place. Or at least it felt like it. Time kind of stopped and in the bad way, I wanted to get there, so that we’d feel comfortable enough to say something.