Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Staring again, but for another reason.

"What's up?" Cara questions, tapping my shoulder to bring be back to Earth.

I look at her confused and she rolls her eyes before explaining, "You're staring at Ms. Cabello again, not like you wanna fuck her like you was yesterday but like you're distracted. What's wrong?" Her eyes flick over my shoulder but I think nothing of it.

"I did not stare at her like I wanted to-" I try to defend myself but a clearing of a throat stops me in my tracks. Slowly, I cringe as I turn around to see Ms. Cabello herself standing there with her arms crossed, looking down at me with a dissatisfied look.

"Sorry...?" I try but she points towards the door. With an over-exaggerated sigh, I get up from my seat and take heavy steps towards the door, hearing snickers follow me.

"Thanks a lot, Cara." I add when I'm at the door, sending a glare at her and making her splitter as she tries to hold back her laugh. The teacher stands right in our line of sight, though, and shoos me outside. I nod and quickly do as she asks.

"I'll be out in a moment." She announces before closing the door and, if she's like any other teacher, that means she'll make me wait five or ten minutes before telling me to go back in.

As if reading my thoughts, I get a text from Cara.

Eyebrows 👀: okay, but what's wrong?

Me: nothing y?

Eyebrows 👀: don't even try

Yesterday you were all like 'No MaAm, sORrY mAaM'

And today ur back to ur usual self but I know it's a defence so what's wrong

Damn she knows me so well.

I tap my thumbs against the sides of my phone as I think about whether I should tell her, and how to word it, but then I figure out the perfect way.

One word.

Me: Oliver.

"Y/n." I hear from above my and look up to see that she has materialised there.

"Sorry." I cough to clear my throat and stand up, not having realised that I'd sat down at all, and put my phone back into my pocket. As soon as I look into her eyes I see, undeniably, concern and prepare myself for the well-rehearsed excuses for whatever caused that glint in her eyes.

"Is there something going on that I need to know about?" She asks softly and I fight a smile at how easy she made this.

"Not that you need to know about." I say and instinctively add a wink, to which she looks down at the floor briefly before back at me. Or at least I hope it's because of that, but there really could be any reason for it.

"I've told you before, Y/n, but I'll tell you again. I can't tolerate disruptive behaviour in my classroom." She says in a stern voice but her soft eyes remain, "Unless, of course, there is something going on that I need to know about." She tries again and my eyes drop sadly, only to land on her lips and as soon as they do I take a deep breath and look down the hall to where some guy was walking into another classroom.

"There's nothing going on, Ms. Cabello." I sigh, looking back into her eyes.

"Right." She nods, "Then I'll have to give you a detention."

"What the fuck? You can't do that!" I spit, and she cocks a brow at me.

"Do you want another?"

I bite my tongue and look down to my feet. My voice comes out soft, and a little embarrassed at my outburst.

"No, Ms. Cabello." I grumble and she nods with a satisfied hum, pushing her shoulders back before heading back into her room.

"Come back inside. Grab your things and..." she pauses and I follow her inside, "swap places with Harry."

"What?" A deep voice complains but with another cock of her eyebrow, the boy closest to her desk gets out of his seat and swings his bag onto his shoulder, collecting various high fives and fist bumps as he moves to the back of the class where I'd been sitting.

"Sorry." I whisper to Cara as I retrieve my belongings and head towards my new seat, following close on Ms. Cabello's trail as she all but struts to the front of the class.

"All you missed while you was out is me handing out the worksheet and explaining how to do it." She says quietly and hands me a paper as I take my things from my bag and start setting up my desk.

"So," She begins, leaning over her desk to be able to see my paper. Unfortunately for me, that ends up giving me a perfect view of the sliver of skin between her breasts. Uh oh.

"Sorry, what?" I ask when I see that she's looking up at me now, obviously waiting for a response for something.

She sighs and rolls her eyes, but with a tiny smirk on her lips.

"The directions are on the worksheet." She explains, "In spanish, but if you were listening then they'd be translated for you."

I look down to see that she was, in fact, correct. The two-sided worksheet before me is written entirely in Spanish and I really have no idea how to read it. Maybe if my mind wasn't so distracted with her and my stupid fucking blood-father, I'd be able to focus enough to make out the words, or at least a few.