Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Boundaries

((This book is not G!p... sorry to disappoint anybody who wanted that. If you want, I can write a similar story with g!p but it probably won't be updated as often?))

Camila's POV

I couldn't wait to get out of that classroom. I should not have done that. That was just too far. I'd fucked up. All she has to do is casually mention it with a faculty member in the vicinity and I could get done for sexual assault and not just lose my job, but ruin my reputation as a teacher before I even started building it. I hope to god that she doesn't slip up, or do it on purpose.

Now, on the way out of the building at the end of the day, a hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me back, and I hear her say my name. Thankfully not my middle name, though.

"Ms Cabello." She breathes, out of breath for some reason, and lets go of my arm, "Sorry, I- what are you doing this weekend?"

Well, that's definitely a surprise.

I feel my eyes widen as I look down at the girl, who I swear is getting more and more attractive every second.

"Work, mostly." I answer but my heart falls at the disappointed look in her eyes, so I quickly change the truth, "But if you're inquiring because you would like extra tutoring in Spanish," I wink, "I'd be happy to help."

"I'll text you." She rushes out and smiles again, making me do the same and pat her shoulder before we say our goodbyes and I turn to leave again.

An hour or so, she does text me. It's an address, a day, and a time, followed by a question mark.

Y/n:
Rosita and Crescent café, Saturday, 8 am?

Me:
It's a date. :P

Too far again? Oh well.

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Y/n's POV

Well, Friday night was... eventful.

I texted Camila as soon as I got home after thinking of how I could get to know her better without making it seem too much like I was trying to get in her pants, and I do love the Rosita and Crescent.

After she texted back saying 'it's a date', however, my mind completely disregarded the playful emoji and I started thinking about what it'd really be like to date Camila, and then I remembered when she'd sucked on my finger and oh god- my mind may have wandered a little further than I'd wanted it to, to the point where I'm wondering what it'd be like if she was someone I can just hook up with, a fellow student perhaps. But then, I wouldn't want to just hook up with her, I want more than just sex.

It's 2 am and I have an obnoxious crush on my teacher.

"Y/n, go to sleep," Mama says from the other side of my door. She must've seen that my light is on on the way to the bathroom or something.

"Sorry, Mama!" I call back, "Um... bad dream."

"Alright, sweetie." She replies and I hear her sleep-heavy feet shuffle down the hall.

With a just as heavy sigh, I pull the covers up over my ears and switch the light off, quickly pulling my arm into the warm cocoon.

"What am I going to do with you, Camila?" I mumble before falling asleep.

—

"Jesus! Why won't that stupid fucking thing turn off?" I complain at my blaring alarm which rudely interrupted me from my much-needed sleep. When I manage to peel an eye open and check the time, though, I panic.

7:34 am

I'm supposed to be meeting Camila at 8! Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Hey, don't you have somewhere to be this morning?" Mom asks with a small knock on my door, and I groan out loud.

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me when I actually had time to wake up and get ready," I complain sarcastically and reluctantly jump out of bed.

"That's cause I didn't want to deal with your morning attitude but hey, looks like I am anyway." She laughs, "Just come down when you're ready and I'll drive you there."

"Thanks!" I reply as I shove on some jeans and a hoodie.