Back then I did not know that my annoyance was slowly turning into interest.

Making my way to the dining area, I remembered that I ended up joining Claire's special class after it and true to her words, I learned a lot from her. Learned more about the coding and learned about instructor Claire Le Creuset.

November, 2009

I have been attending instructor Le Creuset's special class for two months now ever since she found me in the computer laboratory. I learned different styles in webpage coding; HTML, JavaScript or CSS. I learned more from instructor Le Creuset's special class than the one I was attending during morning classes.

Currently creating a page for my blog since I arrived early, instructor Le Creuset stepped in the classroom and headed straight to her table. Somehow, I can feel some tension around her as she did not acknowledge my presence or even spare me a glance the moment she stepped in the classroom.

Usually the moment she enters the classroom, she would look around as if finding someone. And when she finds me, she will smile at me and greet me in French. So right now, she's heading straight to her table is very unusual.

And I kinda missed her initial acknowledgement.

Strange.

Since it was not my business, I focused on my computer and continue with designing my webpage; quietly. Hoping to distract myself and not think about the blonde instructor.

That was until the other occupant of the room started mumbling in French.

Checking why she was mumbling incoherent French words, I noticed that she was talking on her cellular phone.

"Non! Mais..." she sighed heavily and looked tired. "Oui. Merci, maman." After that, she ended the call and placed her phone on the table. After the call, I could hear her speak in rapidly in French. She seemed annoyed and I can tell that what she spoke were not the nice kind of French words.

"You okay?" I asked, unsure why I even did. I'm getting stranger and stranger every time I'm with her. She looked up to me and I noticed how stressed she looked like.

Her hair was tousled and her face looked like she did not get enough sleep. Her skin look lighter than normal and her eyes, those greenish colored eyes, looked frantic. Still, even with a haggard look, she looks enticing.

Instructor Le Creuset's expression softened and showed me a weak smile. "Ah! Mademoiselle Zaragoza. Désolé, I did not zee you 'zere. "

'Did I hear that correctly? She did not 'see me'?' I cocked my brow at what she said. "It's fine. So, you okay?"

"Oui. I'm..." she let out a heavy sigh and looked very troubled. "Je ne connais pas... I have 'ziz family problem... " she looked at me with those eyes, now blue, looking so concerned. "'zank you for 'ze concern mademoiselle-"

"It's Elise." I cut her off. I really don't like it when she says my last name plus that mademoiselle part. If I were to say it, it's kind of a mouthful. Plus I don't really represent the whole 'mademoiselle' part in my honest opinion.

"Just call me Elise. Anyway, what's up with your parents that made your pretty brows knit and your lips to pout?" Realizing what I asked, I looked horrified. Why I said that, the pretty part, I did not know.

I was about to tell her that I was just kidding but the smile on her face says that she heard me.

"Oh? Elize 'zinkz 'zat my browz are pretty?"

My ears felt hot and I can already tell that I'm blushing. Ducking away from her gaze, I took a deep calming breath and steadied my fast beating heart that I did not notice earlier. "Everyone was saying that, so I saw an opportunity and I took it." I lied through my teeth. I could tell she was still grinning and feel that she was amused at my predicament.

"Anyway!" I cleared my throat and looked back at her who was still smiling like a cat that finally caught an elusive mouse. "What's up with your parents? You don't look like you were having a nice conversation."

The blonde instructor stood up, approached me, and sat on the empty space beside my computer. With a deep sigh, her smile faded and replaced by a look of distress. "My maman, 'zat meanz mo'zer, iz azking when I'll be coming back home."

"Paris?"

"Oui. But I don't want to. Not yet 'zat iz."

I nodded and looked back at my computer monitor, staring at the blinking cursor. With her going back to France, I mused at the idea on who will be our new instructor if she leaves. Who will teach my classmates the topics they need to learn about HTML and make the class lively?

Who will teach me?

Then idea of her leaving us, it made me twitch felt a slight twinge in my heart.

Focusing on my work, I filled out the remaining codes for my page and silently wondered why my instructor's being called back to Paris. What would happened to me if ever she leaves?

While musing on that thought and blankly staring at the blinking cursor, I noticed that my instructor looked at the screen as well. She leaned down a bit and stopped my left hand by holding it.

Her hand felt soft and smooth.

I missed this.

"Non, Elize. You could uze ano'zer code for 'zat part. Here let me..." she let go of my hand and pulled the keyboard away from me and started typing down the codes. She's such a touchy-feely instructor.

Due to her closeness, I could smell her perfume from where I'm sitting and I can't help but feel relaxed. It was not sweet like those girly-girl perfume or those heavily scented male perfumes.

It was unique and I can't help but be drawn to it.

"Elize."

I liked her smell.

"Elize."

Reminds me of my bed and blanket.

"Elize."

During a rainy day. Gods of Asgard, I like-

"Mademoiselle Elize!"

Snapping out of my trance, I found that instructor Le Creuset was inches from me and at an eye to eye level. "Instructor..." I whispered huskily. My eyes darted from her clear blue colored eyes down to her cupid shaped lips that's tempting me to touch them with my own. And the said temptation was too hard to resist.

"Az much az I am enjoying 'zoze heated ztares, Elize, 'ze columnz are now noticeable," she said with a cat-like smile.

'Columns? What columns? I'd rather have those lips instead of columns.' With my eyes glued on those luscious lips, I suddenly felt something soft under my chin that guided my sights back to my monitor.

I pouted when I was no longer seeing those kissable lips and staring at multiple HTML codes.

"Columnz firzt, Elize, day dreamz later," she said with a chiming giggle.

Her voice sounded playful. If not for the fact that she's an instructor, I would've- wait... "Holy freaking-!" even before I could've finish cursing, instructor Le Creuset's started giggling.

"Désolé, ma belle. You better work on your blog, oui? Zince it lookz like 'zere are no o'zer ztudentz 'zat would be attending, you can continue working on 'zat," she said with an impish grin on her face.

Oh how sneaky!

Before I could even retort, she jumped off the table and went back to her own table.

"And before I forget..." she looked back at me and winked. "Merci beaucoup ma belle."

I blushed.

The way she spoke in French, how she called me 'ma belle', whatever that means, and the wink... It all made my heart skip a beat and forget everything that made me annoyed at her in the first place.

Then I remembered what my friends were teasing me about.

I have a crush on instructor Claire Le Creuset.

Damn.