Monday looked like it would be a stereotypical Blue Monday. Dark forbidding clouds covered the morning sky; greeting Jaimee with thunder and lightning. She had to go to school alone today, as both Lisa and Ryan were in bed with a bug. Jaimee didn't particularly hang out with anyone else and spent most of her time reading under the roof of the covered parking. The rain pouring in rivers down the sidewalk, going by unnoticed.

"What are you reading?" a male voice asked, startling Jaimee.

"Helen Fielding's Bridget Jones' Diary," she said keeping her head down, pretending to ignore the person the voice belongs to, irritated because she was being pulled out of her story.

"It's a funny book. Have you seen the movie?" he asked, sounding familiar, but Jaimee didn't dare look up, as she wanted the person to leave.

"Yup," she answered abruptly, not leaving any doubt of her wishes to be left alone.

"Fair enough, Miss Anderson," he said turning around to leave, when recognition dawned on Jaimee.

"Mr Ross!" Jaimee exclaimed, jumping up and almost falling over her feet. He grabbed her arm to steady her. She expected a thrill of electricity, but the hand could just as well have been her brother's.

"Why are you sitting alone in the parking lot?" he asked, oblivious to her train of thought, waving his perfect hands around to emphasize his words.

"I'd rather be alone than listen to the rest of the school's rambling about Friday night's happenings," absentmindedly revealing a truth that she hadn't even though of herself.

"Didn't you go?" he seemed confused.

"I did," she said smiling, “That’s why I'd rather not listen to the repeats of it," she answered, sitting down again.

"I listened to some repeats myself this morning, I didn't particularly like what was being said about you," he said sounding almost jealous, she looked up sharply to his face, but his face was guarded and she couldn't tell what was behind the sound of his voice and shrugged it off as her imagination has been acting up on her lately.

"I guess you heard a twisted version of the original story," Jaimee muttered, wishing Lisa was here to help her deal with the embarrassment.

"I heard that you rubbed yourself up against one guy, before hooking up with your boyfriend not even a second later," she looked up sharply again, as the jealously was there again, still not finding any traces of it on his face, she shrugged it off once again, her imagination was definitely acting up in full force this week.

"It's twisted alright," Jaimee cried, her green eyes brimming with tears.

"Do you want to tell me the real story?" He asked, and anxious to clear her name she did so without any hesitation.

"The truth would come out eventually," he said softly putting her arm around her, hugging her close. A slight shiver ran through her body, but it wasn’t attraction, it was just a chill and he quickly removed his arm.

"Cold?" he asked worryingly.

"Yes," she lied quickly, he doesn’t need to know that it felt like a ghost walked through her the second he touched her. Atleast she knows for sure she’s not in love with her Tourism teacher. 

"I have class now anyway," she added jumping up.

"No, you don't," Mr Ross said laughingly, "Everyone is home and classes ended about..." He looked at his watch, something similar to confusion crossed his face, "It ended two hours ago."

"Oh, you are not seri..." she looked around her realizing there are only three cars left, "You are serious," she finally finished.

"I know teachers aren't supposed to do stuff like this," he said looking up at the grey sky breaking into a storm, "but can I offer you a lift home?"

"NO," she said to quickly, she doesn’t know why, but he kind of freaks her out today, maybe her imagination is really running away with her, "I'm fine. I'll walk."

"Walk in the rain, without a jacket or umbrella?" He said smiling, "Come on," he said taking his jacket off and handing it to her, "put this on and then I'll take you home, before you get sick."

Jaimee silently took the jacket, pulled it on, cuddled comfortably in his warm jacket and got into his car.

When they got to her house five minutes later, Mr Ross got out with his umbrella, walked around the car, and opened the door for Jaimee. He put his arm around her waist while running to the door. When he let go, she reached for the jacket's zip; he put his hand over hers to stop it and said:

"You'll get sick, leave it in my class tomorrow," he said seeming oblivious to the freaked out expression on her face and the stiffness of her body.

He was just over six-feet to her five-foot-two and she was looking up into his silvery blue eyes. He slowly moved to kiss her and she felt his breath on her cheeks, part of her was very curious about how it would feel to finally kiss him. Another, more dominant, part of her was still freaked out over the tone she heard in his voice.

"Goodnight, Mr Ross," Jaimee said while she stepped backwards and turned around, hiding her confused eyes from him.

"Goodnight, Miss Anderson," he said sounding a little annoyed; she escaped inside, hoping to forget him. She stood against the big wooden door waiting for him to leave.

••● Author's Note ●••
So as if Ryan and his mixed feelings weren't enough, Jaimee needs to deal with Mr Ross and his very evident feelings. How would you respond to all of this?

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CrazyMeisie