The freedom of summer had come to an end and the sheriffs have us back in our cells for another one hundred eighty days. I began my time with English. We had a new teacher and everyone was curious to see what type he was, one we could fool, one who was fun, one who was strict, etc. When we walked in he was busy writing the different rules and procedures on the board. His hair was a rich black with distinct curls embedded in it. All of his clothes looked new, the typical teacher attire, beige dress pants without a single wrinkle and a navy blue dress shirt that outlined his biceps perfectly. His hand finally stopped writing and he turned around.
My heart sank into an endless pit and my eyes became ten sizes too big. The memories flooded into my head like a tidal wave, made for destruction. Though I knew what was happening it still wasn't processing. I kept seeing that first glance over and over again. My palms became clammy and cold. He was my teacher, my boyfriend was my teacher.
After about five minutes of him being oblivious to the situation, we locked eyes. He stopped talking and stared at me with the eyes of a little boy watching a horror film. His soothing voice became dry and distant. I didn't hear a thing all class due to my obnoxiously loud thoughts. When English ended I bolted out the door and did not turn back.
All day every word anyone spoke to me was bounced off an invisible shield. I was in my own world, my own messed up world. I kept thinking about him, then about me and finally, us. When we first met at the bar that Saturday night it seemed like fate. We were both writers who had interest in teaching and we started by talking about our favorite authors and books. Soon it became a regular thing, going to coffee shops, pizza parlors and different places around town. He had mentioned his new job briefly, but never went into detail. The irony is incredible, I mean there are a million different high schools in the area and Ezra decides to teach at Rosewood High, the same place that girl he met at the bar goes.
I have no clue what is going to happen between us. Even though we've only been going out for a couple months we just have amazing chemistry that it would break me to let go of all that and pretend it never happened. I didn't see him all day except first period and I highly doubt he even came out of his classroom. Last period did not go by fast enough but I couldn't wait to talk to him, yet again I guess I could. The final bell rings and my throat goes dry and my hands begin to shake. My mind is racing as our perfect relationship slowly falls apart.