They were given fifty minutes to complete the exam. The room consisted of sixteen high schoolers busily scraping away at their tests papers, mouths motioning the questions that are being asked of them. Scraps of graphite seemed to be sprinkled in various sections of the considerably small room. The stress was evident, and why wouldn't it be? Since they were only given fifty minutes.
The sun was beginning to peak from behind the clouds, warming the girls back. A door was shut forcefully and everyone's eyes were yanked from their papers. A majority of the students found nothing captivating, so they returned to their examination. Except that one girl who noticed the hidden gem sitting a few feet away from her. She assumed it was the test anxiety that was quickening her pulse, but now she wasn't sure.
The US history teacher was known to be one of the more attractive specimens at this school. Girls fawned over him consistently. And this girl was no exception. He radiated intelligence and fervor that so many teens craved, a beautiful mind with a side of blue eyes and a captivating smile.
How does he expect any work to get done?
A majority of the time he sits in his chair and rests his arms upon the wooden desk. Fingers intertwined, he begins to speak with such intensity that it sucks the oxygen right out of her lungs. His perfect eye contact takes away any sense of reality.
I guess he noticed the girl was watching him, and he smiled. She swooned.
What a lucky girl she was.