Forbidden Love

Chapter 3

FLASHBACK

As days passed, my feelings for Ms. Richardson grew. That I couldn’t deny myself. She was so pretty. Her nose was so adorable, slight red; her eyes were so pure, full of emotion. And when I looked at her, the feelings that were going on the inside, rapidly boosted in her presence. Knowing her for a month, still it felt as if we had an undeniable connection in the past. And since I was a child, I felt right to confess her my feelings.

Teacher’s day was approaching. The day that felt right. I would finally have her. Finally she would be mine.

The day was bright, and warm. I entered school with the thought of giving her the letter I had written last night. It was especially for my favorite teacher. There she was sitting behind her desk, looking as stunning as ever. She looked at me and gave me a warm smile. She gestured me to come to her. I took long slow walk taking her beauty in, never breaking our eye contact. It was not long before she spoke,

Ms. Richardson: “What brings you here, cutie?”

Me: “I wanted to give you something.”

Ms. Richardson: “Yes?”

I pulled out the letter from my pocket. It was in an envelope and on top of it I had made little drawings. I was finally having an interest in drawing, and then there were cute little hearts right at the back of the envelope, and a smile.

The letter was inside, in which I finally discussed my feelings for her. I was not that good at vocabulary since I was only 12 years old, but I still wrote my best.

It read;

Dear Ms. Richardson,

Ever since the first day you told me I am cute, ever since I have liked you. I even made you my favorite teacher, because you stole my heart. You are very beautiful and I really like you miss. I know you have feelings for me too, else why would such a pretty teacher like you would compliment me knowing I was not at all compared in that way to the girls in the class.

Every day since then, you have been in my mind. Not ever did I let you leave. My other friends have guy friends too, but whenever I look at a guy, I simply don’t find him interesting. That might be possible because I have eyes only for you. And, I am glad I got to know you. You are simply the best. I hope you won’t mind what I do after giving you this letter. Remember, you will always be my number 1.

Love, Rachel. <3

And then after giving her the letter, I gave a peck on her cheeks, and ran out of her office to the classroom, letting the blush take over my cheeks. I was happy. Finally I confessed my feelings for her, hoping she would accept it. I was glad, I was overjoyed. But my happiness came crawling back down from cloud 9 when I saw her standing at the classroom door. My letter was in her hands and she had no emotion on her face. I think I went overboard with my feelings knowing what I did was wrong since everything regarding her felt right.

PRESENT

I was in the library as I had nothing to do in second hour. Right now I was at my favorite section, Arts section.  There was so many knowledge that I could read and draw, letting my desire succeed.  This is where I come when I have a free period. I feel at peace when I sit in one of the desks here with my sketchbook and my imaginative thoughts. Nobody can judge me, and I can actually be myself here. The bell rang, and I dreaded going to the third hour, to the fashion lab, where I will be alone with her. The thought scared me. I can never look at any teacher that way even if I wanted to. But I shook those thoughts away. They took me to a place where I had locked them down after that incident with ‘her’.

I was now on my way to the lab. I was 5 minutes late, but I think Mrs. Ross will excuse me for that since I was going to help her do her work. I arrived at the lab door, and gently knocked. A voice from inside told me to come in. As I opened the door, I saw her near the book shelf. Her back was facing me, where I could see her cute, little a.. No, I can’t have those thoughts. I made my presence visible by keeping my back pack on the side table. She turned around and gave me the same smile which I think was making me nervous since yesterday. She then spoke,

“Thank you Rachel, for coming. We can start off the lab by moving those mannequins at their right places and then we can go for decorating the walls. Alright?”

I just nodded my head. We started off by lifting the smaller ones and Mrs. Ross gave me the positions they were supposed to be kept. We then moved on for the mannequins that were tall and heavy. She started off with them but since it became too much for her to carry, she spoke,

“Rachel dear, can you please come here and help me with these mannequins? They have started to give me trouble.” She chuckled.

I gulped. Her laugh was so infectious, I was feeling dizzy. But I regained my senses and made my way towards her. Her hand was on the top of the mannequin part, and mine was on the base of it. When we positioned it at its right place, our hands somehow touched which sent electricity shocks down my spine. My face was flushed. I excused myself and ran towards the girls’ washroom. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at my fragile self in the mirror. I tried hard to calm myself. My whole body was shaking. I couldn’t let the same dreaded memory overtake me. I cannot let it happen again. The day when I confessed my love for ‘her’, I thought my feelings could win, but it all came crashing down.

The memory bought emotions to my face that I was fighting hard for. I gave myself up and let the tears overflow. I wasn’t aware of my surroundings. I just sat on the washroom floor crumbled up at the corner. I had become a mess of my own wrong deeds. I didn’t know for how long I cried the ones that I had bottled up since 5 years, until I heard a knock on the door.