_Tuesday, 17th of May, 2024_

I hate Tuesdays. And I really mean that. Any other day, and I would gladly go into school. Tuesdays have the worst schedule, the worst clubs and the worst teachers. That’s the day I have no English, the only useful class in my intolerable school. I sigh longingly while passing the class. I see him in there. I smile. That’s the reason I came in today. That’s what makes it worth it.

‘All fourth years, please report to the hall for a short meeting’ the rattly voice screeches through the intercom. It’s probably just for our trip tomorrow, but I nearly sprint there because that’s where he’ll be going as well.

On the way down I fix my blonde hair. I push the strands behind my ears while my eyes scan the seats for him. And there he is. Tall, brunette, _strong. _I know that from experience.

Once everyone has sat down, the year head starts talking. I pay no attention. His gorgeous eyes catch my blue ones, and he grins, giving me butterflies. He makes it worth it.

The rest of the day drags on, but I prevail. And when dusk begins to set, I come out from behind the school, just for him.

‘Amber’. His voice is husky, longing and tired from a day of talking. I walk quicker to him. We kiss. It’s too short, not enough. I need more. More of him, his scent, his _life._

‘I love you’ I whisper after he pulls away. My mouth is so close to his. I can feel his warm hands snaked around my back while mine grip onto his shirt. The white fabric is soft on my fingers, and I trace over each button.

‘Tomorrow, we can do Shakespeare, Macbeth. I know that’s your favourite’ he hisses into my ear. I smile again, not just because he’s here, but because of how he knows what I love. ‘Anything you teach, I’ll love’ I murmur back. ‘Your class is everything to me’. He pulls me in again, his fingers carding through my hair as my lips touch his.

I let him leave me on the side of the road. Loneliness starts pooling in my stomach, but it will end tomorrow. His car had been clean; the seat was smooth. After his car turns the last corner, I leave and walk to my front door. The rest of my evening is a blur until I crawl into my warm bed.

_ Tomorrow, _I think _tomorrow I’ll see him again. Teaching for me. To me._

Those last thoughts help me become tired. I’ll have to write tomorrow as well.

-_Amber_