Misunderstanding

"I think your piece is coming along very... God!" I began to speak, until I felt another slap on my ass "er, good sorry." I quickly backtracked.

I felt the buttons of my blouse being popped open, so I quickly covered my chest. "Are you okay, miss Palmer?" Alyssa asked. "Oh yes, I'm just.... so honored to have you as a student. You're going to be a very accomplished artist at this rate." I told her, trying to make it seem like my clutching of my shirt closed was me holding my heart.

But I wasn't just saying that, I did genuinely see Alyssa going far. I just wish she and my other students would just leave so I could sew up my skirt and rebutton my shirt.

Right on cue, the bell rang and my class began departing. That is, except for Alyssa. "Do you think I should stay and finish up?" She asked. "No!" I accidentally blurted out. "I mean, no sorry. You should get to your next class. You can work on it during seventh period later today." I told her and silently thanked God once she left. I had not moved since I had came over to where she was.