Kathan couldn't wait till this class was over so she could run to the office and change teachers. She didn't care if they changed her whole schedule. Mr. Calaway kept glancing her way. If she hadn't gotten on his bad side, she would think he was checking her out.
Mark looked up at the clock and turned off his computer. He stood and the class looked up at him.
"Homework", he said, lifting the papers in his hands before handing them to the first person.
"Already?", Mike asked annoyed.
"Yes, already. It's a packet so I expect it back by Friday", he said.
The person in front of her handed her one and it had to do with the Civil War. Great, she thought. What was it with this teacher and the Civil War. The bell rang, she finished packing her things and stood. Mr. Calaway leaned against the blackboard and watched her walk passed him.
"Have fun with the homework", he said as she passed.
Her shoulders slumped and she quickly made her way out. Seeing Nala, she waved. Her friend joined her with a smile.
"I have to go to the office and change my schedule", Kathan said.
"Why?", Nala asked.
"I completely embarrassed myself with Mr. Calaway and I think I might have insulted him with not liking the Civil War", she said.
Nala laughed at her friend.
"Its not funny, I think he hates me. He was staring at me like he wanted to chop my head off", Kathan said.
Nala kept laughing, Kathan walked away from her.
"Ok, I'm sorry, I am. It's just a lot of people have told me how easy he was and that he was pretty cool about things. Laid back", Nala said, walking beside her friend.
"He seems laid back. I mean, completely different from all the other teachers. He wears jeans and t-shirts.", Kathan said.
"It sounds to me like he's just your type", Nala said.
Kathan made a face and Nala laughed.
"Oh come on, you could never resist a guy like Mr. Calaway, he rides a motorcycle. You love guys on motorcycles.", Nala said.
Kathan rolled her eyes. Her best friend was right. The whole, American Badass was sexy to her, now add that onto a motorcycle and she was weak at the knees. She shook her head.
"He's a history teacher", Kathan said.
"So what? Throw all that out and he's", Nala stopped.
Kathan looked towards her friend. Nala shook her head.
"Well he's not Mr. Reigns but you know what I mean", Nala said.
Kathan smiled.
"Every girl has different tastes", Nala said.
Kathan nodded.
"But that doesn't matter right now. No matter how hot he is, I can't stay there. He might murder me by the end of the week. You know I can't hold my tongue", Kathan said.
Nala nodded, agreeing. Kathan usually liked to test the teachers patience. Correct them when they were wrong or point out the right way to pronounce something. The teachers hated it and their faces fell when she would walk into their class.
"Have you applied to schools yet?", Kathan asked as they reached the office.
Nala shook her head no.
"Still waiting on that art scholarship. If I get no response by the end of this week, I didn't get it.", she said.
Kathan felt for her friend.
"There are plenty more scholarships. What about that writing one you did?", Kathan said.
"I'm not going to send that in, it's a three part writing paper. I have to write a love story, a funny one, and a tragic one. I've got the other two down, I just don't know what to write for the love story", Nala said.
"Write about Mr. Reigns", Kathan said, winking and nudging her friend.
Nala blushed.
"Cut it out", Nala whispered to her.
Reaching the front, Mrs. Bliss smiled at them.
"I need to change my last period, it's History", Kathan said.
"The only history teacher available is Mr. Calaway. Unless you change your entire schedule, but I have to warn you, you still might get him", Mrs. Bliss said.
Kathan sighed. Nala kept nudging her and pinching her. She kept trying to brush her off before she finally turned to look at her friend.
"What Nala?", Kathan asked.
Nala tilted her head and Kathan looked before quickly turning back to Mrs. Bliss, who by the way was trying really hard not to laugh at her red face. Kathan thought that maybe if she stayed still for longer than a minute, he'll go away.
"So you don't like the way I teach Miss Daniels?", Mr. Calaway asked.
Kathan bit her lip.
"Leave her alone Mark, we have a meeting to get too", Mr. Reigns said.
"I'll stay in his class, how dare you try to move me", Kathan said, before quickly walking out.
She heard both teachers chuckle.
"Nice save", Mrs. Bliss called out to her.
Nala quickly caught up to her, her stomach hurt from laughing so hard.
"You could have told me sooner", Kathan said.
"I tried, you kept swatting my hand away", Nala said, trying to catch her breath.
"I bet you anything, he hates me even more now. I'm going to be his punching bag for the rest of the school year", Kathan said.
"He's a great history teacher Kathan, you love history", Nala said.
They made their way to Nala's car. Kathan always had loved history, she even thought about being a historian, but her mother had nipped that in the bud before it even got to flourish. So she settled for journalism, because her mom had said it was way better.
"Focus on the hear and now Kathan"
Her mom had said. Her mom had ruined anything that had to do with learning about history and if she could, she would have avoided it now, but seeing as it was required, she had no choice. Her brother keeps trying to convince her to keep going with the whole historian thing, their mom had done the same thing to him and he gave up what he loved most.
She sighed while her friend drove.
"I never even asked you how your day went", Kathan said.
"Kind of like yours. Turns out he's not just sexy, but smart", Nala said.
"What? No wonder he's the English teacher and here I thought they just hired him to torture you and every other hormonal teenage girl", Kathan said sarcastically.
Nala laughed.
"Hey, why not ask him to help you write your love story", Kathan said.
Nala glanced at her friend.
"What?", Nala asked.
Kathan nodded.
"He's an English teacher, who better to ask. You need to get those stories turned in before the deadline", Kathan said.
She noticed Nala sigh. Her friend had really wanted to get into art school.
"They have art classes everywhere Nala. It might not be the one you want, but it's still something and who knows, you could always transfer", Kathan said.
Nala nodded.
"Ask him Nala. Deadline is next Saturday", Kathan said.
Nala pulled into her friends house and nodded.
"I'll ask him tomorrow", Nala said.
Kathan nodded and hugged her friend goodbye. She watched her drive off before walking into her house. Her sister in law walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands.
"How was the first day back to school?", she asked.
"Great, my history teacher hates me, but other than that great. History isn't important anyway, right", she said.
Her sister in law sighed.
"History is something you love Kathan. I get your mom drilled it into you that it's not important, but it is to you, no matter how hard you try to deny it", she said.
"I know, but she's also right about me loving writing. I'll stick to that", Kathan said, before walking to her room.
She set her bag on her bed and walked over to her closet. She pulled out her yearbook and flipped to the teachers section. Finding Mr. Calaway, she couldn't seem to get him out of her thoughts. Some were romantic, others were dirty, but mostly of him chewing her head off in class for the rest of the semester.
She shook her head and shut the book, putting it back in its place.
"Stop thinking about him", she whispered.
"What did you do to the kid?", Roman asked as they walked out of the meeting.
Mark chuckled.
"I didn't do anything, I swear", Mark said.
Roman laughed as they walked towards their car and motorcycle.
"You must have done something. Poor kid was terrified of you and wanted out of your class", Roman said, gently tossing his bag and computer into the backseat of his truck.
"I might have been staring more than I should have", Mark admitted.
Roman smirked.
"Stared or admired?", he asked.
"I don't know what's going on with me, she's, I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts Roman", Mark said, lowering his voice.
Roman nodded.
"I know what you mean", he said.
"Dean, Randy, and Seth have gotten away with it, but how long till their luck runs out. What if we don't get that lucky?", Mark said.
"So, you aren't going to do anything about it? Can you have her around you without your thoughts taking over and wanting her?", Roman asked.
Mark sat on his bike.
"I need to try, so do you", Mark said.
Roman nodded.
"I know", Roman said softly.
Mark nodded before he stood.
"I'll see you tomorrow Roman", Mark said.
Roman nodded and got in his truck.