Shiranda's POV
The bell rings, and all of us flood through the door. "Shiranda, stay back."
I walk back into the classroom. "Yes, Ms. Stevens?" "Come here." Very demanding, I see.
I walk over to her. She immediately holds my arms out, inspecting them. "What are you doing?" I question, a frown on my face.
"Looking for self-inflicted wounds. Are you cutting? Do you have anything else to hide?"
I yank away from her. "No, I'm not cutting. For fuck's sake!" "Well how am I supposed to know that? I didn't protect you enough, and you started drugging yourself up with roofies."
"So you don't trust me?" I say, my brow raised. "Shiranda..... It's not like that. I just...... It's just that, I worry about you. I've been worried about you ever since it happened."
"Why do you worry about me? Why do you care?"
Ms. Stevens' POV
"Why do you worry about me? Why do you care?" She says. There's a genuine innocence in her voice, not a hint of an attitude in sight.
She really doesn't know why I care. Hell, I don't either. Just some months ago, she was just another one of my students, but now I feel.....closer to her. Closer than I should.
Shiranda's POV
"Because, Shiranda, I feel...... something that involves you. I feel the need to protect you. I don't know why I feel that, but I do, and I won't stop."
Out of my control, my body pulls closer to hers like a magnet. Standing in front of her, my hand twiddles with one of her long dreads, staring into her eyes as hers do the same.
I slowly plant a kiss to her cheek. I pull away, looking back up into her eyes again.
YOU ARE READING
Adoring Ms. Stevens
RomanceI got myself into something I never thought I would. Something so.......dangerous.
