It’s been a few months into the school year, and you’ve spent far too many of your afternoons daydreaming about Ms. Liliana. Her striking green eyes, the way she carries herself with poise and confidence—it’s impossible not to admire her. Every time she passes by your desk, your attention falters. Your best friend teases you relentlessly about it. “You’re hopeless,” she says.

You know shes right. Ms. Liliana has a way of making you feel small and seen all at once, leaving you flustered without even trying. But there’s also Ms. Marina, your kind literature teacher from the year before. Her gentle nature and soft-spoken encouragement have always stayed with you. Where Ms. Liliana is sharp and commanding, Marina is warm and nurturing, like a steadying hand on your shoulder. Though your admiration for Marina is different, it’s just as complicated.

This afternoon, after the bell rings, you’re startled when Ms. Liliana calls your name from the front of the classroom. “Could you stay behind for a moment?” she asks, her voice steady.

Your stomach flips. Your best friend smirks as they pack their things. “Uh-oh,” they whisper with a grin before heading out.

As the classroom clears out, you approach her desk, trying to act natural, but your heart is racing. Just as you’re about to speak, Ms. Marina steps into the room, holding a stack of papers.

“Oh, am I interrupting?” she asks, her voice as soft as ever. She smiles at you.

“Not at all,” Ms. Liliana replies, her tone clipped but polite. “I was just about to have a quick word with our… distracted student here.”

Marina raises an eyebrow, setting the papers down on Ms. Liliana’s desk. “Distracted, huh?” she says lightly, her hazel eyes flicking to you. “I’ve noticed that too. You’ve seemed a little… preoccupied lately.”

Your face burns. Do they both know? How could they not? Your glances, the way your thoughts always seem to wander whenever they’re around—it’s a wonder you’ve made it this far without giving yourself away completely.