Flashback
"I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be…"
I turned off the radio and stepped out of my brand new pink mustang convertible
after touching up my makeup. Making my way towards the doors of East High, I
saw my best friend, Gabriella Montez. "Hello senior year," I called out to her.
After talking to her for a while about my summer vacation, I walked over to the
café they had put into the cafeteria over the break. Upon ordering my tall
vanilla latte, I checked the updated class schedules that were posted on the
wall outside the front office.
Sharpay Evans:
First block: AP English 4
"Ugh great, English for first block? This is gonna be a fun year," I mumbled
sarcastically under my breath. I finished talking to some of my friends about
the summer break and made my way to English. Taking a seat at the front, I laid
my latte on the corner of the desk. The bell had just rung for first block to
begin and I could already feel the butterflies in my stomachs, I was never good
in English. I heard a voice that sounded mature, older than everyone else, and
was…delicate. "Hey guys, I'm Mr. Bolton and I guess I'm gonna be your AP
English 4 teacher this year," he said. I couldn't stop starring at him. Could
he possibly be our teacher? He looked nothing above 25. That perfectly and
natural tanned face, those breath-taking bright blue eyes I could stare into
all day, that sandy brown and slightly shaggy hair, he was way too, what's the
word, HOT to be my teacher.
End flashback
"No, I can't write about that, it sounds too stalker-ish, ughhh this is going to be hard," I thought to myself. I stopped twirling my hair and decided to look for some split ends in my spear time. It's not like I had any though, but I'd rather be safe then be sorry if anyone ever noticed. I felt something tickle my cheek so I gently placed my hand there to see what it was. Oh, that too familiar feeling of a warm hand on my cheek. "It's been a while since I've felt his hand on my cheek, or any part of me for that matter," I thought to myself yet again. Then the perfect idea hit me for what to write for the essay assignment; out first kiss.
Flashback
The bell had rung for second block to begin. I made sure that I took extra long
gathering all my stuff together so that most of my classmates were gone. When
only a few were left, I raised my hand. "Mr. Bolton, I don't get the homework,
can you explain it again," I asked him. I tried not to smile as he walked
towards me, ever so gracefully. "Shar," whish he had learned to call me by now,
"you have to make sure…" He then turned around to make sure everyone had left
out of the classroom and the door was closed. He smiled down at me and gently
stood me up by the shoulders. He then whispered, "You look absolutely stunning
today." I could feel the butterflies start to form in my stomach as his face
inched closer to mine. "Uhm Mr. Bolton," I said nervously. I don't know why I
was so nervous then, it's not like the following events were bad, I actually
liked the boy…I mean teacher. The next thing I knew, his lips were meshed with
mine. How soft those lips were, how moist that kiss was, how wrong it felt but
yet so right. My arms subconsciously slinked from my side, to his toned chest,
to around the back of his neck. I could feel his hands slide down my arms to
the small of my back. His hands then rubbed up and down my back in the gentlest
manner. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, begging for entrance to my mouth.
Being the kind person I am, I granted him that access. MY tongue gently
massaged his as I heard a faint moan come from Mr. Bolton. I couldn't take it
anymore, I needed some air. Pulling away, I let my forehead rest against his. I
giggled slightly and placed my hands on his chest. I could feel him resting his
hands on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. He moved his lips to
my ear and kissed it lightly then whispered, "This can be our little secret."
End flashback
Riiiiiiiiing.
I quickly gathered all my papers as the bell rung for second block to begin.
Just like everyday for the past 180 days, I made sure almost everyone was out
of the room before I raised my hand and saw that familiar smile. The smile that
made my heart melt