Nothing at first, School Day for Ben

I pause for a moment while I can literally feel Ms. Miller's blue eyes on me. After what feels like an eternity, she apparently notices that she is staring at me and she turns her gaze, ashamed and with flushed cheeks, to the floor.

"Have fun at school, Ben" she says quietly and then quickly turns away from me and then disappears into her apartment.

"Strange" I think to myself shortly before I finally set out to make my way to school.

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At school (last lesson)

"Ben, what's wrong with you today?" Says my friend Tim in a whisper. I turn to him in amazement and look into the face of my classmate and friend, who is looking at me through his glasses.

"What do you mean?" I answer him very quietly, careful not to disturb the history class from Ms. Sanchez.

"You just seem so absent today, have a look in front of you, you haven't written anything" replies Tim in a low voice.

"Oh, so you should knooo ......" I want to answer softly but interrupt myself when I hear a clearly audible throat clearing in front of me. Startled, I turn my gaze to the front and look directly at our teacher Ms. Sanchez, who is standing in front of us with folded arms and glaring at me through her dark eyes.

"I really don't want to disturb you gentlemen, but it would be nice if you could take part in the class" she says with a stern tone, while I look at the Mexican beauty in front of me with a bad conscience. Despite her evil gaze, her face looks extremely pretty thanks to her expressive eyes and her southern touch. Not to mention her curvy body, which she always brings out perfectly with her tight blouses and skirts without showing too much skin. She must be in her late twenties and has been teaching us history since this year and this woman is really no joke.

“Excuse me, Ms. Sanchez” Tim and I say ruefully as if in chorus.

"Next time there will be deductions in your grade, did you understand me?" She says sternly and looks at me and Tim so intensely that I am afraid of her for a moment.

“Yes, Ms. Sanchez” we both say and finally see her nod, before she walks back towards the table with her clicking high heels and seductively swaying bum.

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Later after school

"Oh, Ms. Miller, can I help you?" I ask friendly when I see my neighbor standing in front of the front door packed with several bags and she is desperately trying to get the door key out of her pocket. When she hears my voice behind her, she flinches briefly and then turns to me, her face contorted with tension, and looks at me pleadingly before she has just said a word.

"That would be very nice, Ben" she says, out of breath, and without another word I approach my long-time neighbor to take two bags from her. As I am about to take the second bag from her hand, I accidentally touch the back of her hand and, as if I had received an electric shock, my hand jerks away. When I then look at Ms. Miller's face in amazement, for a split second I see another version of Ms. Miller in front of me, namely a slightly younger-looking version with long blond hair. Startled, I blink several times and then look back into the familiar face of Ms. Miller with her half-length brown hair. But as if I finally had a clear view, I now really notice for the first time what pretty facial features this woman has in front of me. Her even skin is quite pale but has hardly any wrinkles, her slightly round face gives her a lovable facial expression and her full, sensual lips practically beg to be kissed. When finally my gaze is caught in Ms. Miller's blue eyes, which glare at me with an unknown intensity, I feel goose bumps all over my body.

"Wow she has amazing blue eyes, so crystal blue ... crystal clear and shining ... like the water in the Caribbean" it suddenly goes through my head and then I suddenly realize that I am staring at my neighbor, ashamed I quickly grab the second bag and turn my now embarrassed look away from her to finally open the front door. When we reach the apartment with number 3 in silence after a few meters, I pause and put the bags in front of the door and turn to the slightly blushed Ms. Miller, who is still glaring strangely at me.

"Should I still carry this into your apartment, Ms. Miller?" I ask politely without looking directly at her.

“No, everything is fine Ben, thank you very much for your help. I can do the rest on my own” she says in a soft voice and steps to her front door to open it.

"You are welcome, I wish you a nice day" I say in a friendly manner and now turn to my apartment.

"Thank you, I wish you that too Ben .... um and please call me Melissa" she says in a soft voice. When I hear her pronounce her name, I notice how this somehow gives me a strange feeling and when I turn around to her one last time, I see Melissa Miller just about to disappear into her apartment and waving goodbye to me with a short beautiful smile.

"Okay Melissa" I whisper softly after she has already closed her door and I look perplexed for a few seconds at the white wooden door behind which she has just disappeared.