Lourdes Ann Banal

School Time Romance “Beautiful dreamer, Queen of my song List' while I woo thee With soft melody” The walk to the next class in LS during the afternoon is just brutal. There are just doors swinging everywhere. Profs carrying shit tons of papers and whatever to their next classes. And there's always that group of freshies blocking the hallway for everyone. You see kids just everywhere acting like animals. ​And to think this is higher education. Oh wait that sounded classist. Or is it Elitist? Honestly, just have some care for others. For fuck' s sake. I have developmental psych next. And throughout the term, ​by far, ​this is the only class I look forward to. I like the subject, I like how it makes us learn more about how we are the way we are through environmental means. Plus points, for having a Prof that gave a ​shit about what we're talking about. And she's ​really​ pretty, too. I think half the girls in class have a crush on her as well. I don't know when this crush or infatuation or ​fucking ​admiration started exactly, but there is something ​enchanting​ about her that I can't stop myself thinking about her. And when I think about her, ​God, ​it's such an aphrodisiac. There's this rush of a calming effect, but whenever she's around me, I could hear my heart pound against my chest. ​This is so fucking gay, ​I'm just gonna say that to myself. ​This is too fucking gay, even for you. "Hey, what's wrong?" I look to see who said that. Ah, fuck. It's her. "Yes, Miss?" ​what the fuck do you mean 'yes, miss'? She asked you a question. "You looked troubled when I passed and waved at you. You didn't seem to see me. Are you doing alright?" Wow, as if I needed more reasons to love her.​ Now she's concerned about me, Oh my gooood. "Oh, I'm alright! I was just thinking about midterms week coming and it was stressing me out a bit." I tried to say in a cheery tone. She raised an eyebrow at me and let out a small laugh. "Alright, alright. Just take it easy, okay?" I hadn't realized I was beaming at her. W ​ hat? I can't help it. Well, cut it out you look like a dumbass smiling at yourself. She opened the door to the classroom, "I'll see you inside." It has been such a stressful week and it’s only Tuesday. And I didn't technically lie, midterms are next week. Sucks, because I can’t even really enjoy this class right now thinking about my other fucking requirements. I’m not even really sure what Miss Sophia is talking about anymore. I was just kind of looking at her. Not in the objectified way, but just in distant admiration. ​How do people grow up to be like her? Like, what's the development equation to that? “Okay, that’s all for today.” She stood up from her desk. “Don't forget to upload all your reports on Canvas.” “Class is dismissed. Miss Reyes, can you stay for a bit?” I nodded, as I placed all my things in my bag as the room cleared out. I approached her by the desk and she was standing as she looked at me. ​Wow, her face is so near and she's so so pretty. "Yes, Miss?" "Anna, I noticed you were zoned out for most of the class. And even earlier." She put a hand on my upper arm, and gave it a soft squeeze. ​Ohmygod. ​"Are you sure everything's okay? I'm here if you need me." Her eyes are just looking straight at my soul. ​Okay, maybe not my soul. ​But"O wala lang yan, Miss." I fixed my hair. ​Fuck do I look okay? She's so near me. "​ It's just really been academic stress. Worried about my GPA taking a Swan dive" I let out a nervous laugh, and almost choked on it. "I'm sure you're doing fine. You're one of the brightest students I know." She gave a smile that wrinkled her nose. THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE. ​Anna, FOCUS. ​How??? ​Her hand is still on my arm and she's lightly rubbing it. She must've seen me glance at her hand 'cause she removed it. And started to pack up her things from the desk. Oh. Well. Shit. Would it be dumb to play pretend sadder to make her comfort you more? Honestly, this inner monologue is getting old. You're not even listening to what she's saying anymore. I snapped out of it. "--so what I'm saying is you have nothing to worry about. Well, about this class in particular. I hope that helps ease your worries." What'd she say? ​"Thank you, Miss." I heard my voice crack. ​Bitch, are you seriously about to cry right now? ​"Sobrang nakatulong 'yan. Like you have no idea how much this means to me, especially coming from you-" "Hey, you don't have to thank me. Come here. Let me give you a hug." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. BIIIIIITTCCCCCCHHHHHH. ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT. And she gave me a hug. It felt like it lasted longer than it should've or maybe I'm just imagining things. ​Wow, she's so soft inside and out. And she smells nice. Would it be weird to ask her what her shampoo is? Then the hug ended. And she told me to see her on Thursday, the next class. And honestly, I don't know what quite happened. Like, holy fuck my professor crush just hugged for what I think was a lot longer than a normal hug should be. ​Is this ethical? Wait, does she know I'm gay? Is she gay? She left the room with a smile on her face. And I was all alone in the room now. ​Holy fuck, that really happened? .​ The rest of the day ran a lot more smoothly. It was a walk in the park on shrooms, where everything just felt brand new. ​Fuck, wait this means I can't fail her class just so I can see her again, because she called me a bright kid. Fuck. Yea, this "crush" or whatever this is, is going to be with me for a long while. H ​ onestly? I don't mind. ​I wonder what other classes she teaches in the psych department.