When I woke up that morning, I had no idea of what the day will bring. It started off as any other day. Scott drove me to school because my jeep had broken down again, but that wasn't unusual. And it was a normal slow Monday. That is until I walked into chemistry. Expecting to see my all-time least favorite teacher, Mr. Harris, I was instead met face-to-face with the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. I just stood there looking at him for a minute. Then when I realize how creepy that was, I broke eye contact and sat down right next to Scott. "Are you okay?" At first I thought I was imagining it but then again I knew that voice anywhere. It was Scott. "Um, not really. See that guy up there? One in the green shirt?" I replied. " yeah, what about him?" " he's the sexiest man I've ever seen." The bell rang to signal the beginning of class and the last class of the day. " hello everyone. My name is Derek Hale, and I'm going to be your new history teacher." I looked over at Scott and gave him my 'you have go to be kidding me' look. I'm going to have to see this man every single day for the rest of the school year? "That's just great." I mumbled sarcastically.
I tried my hardest not to make eye contact or speak that day in class. Out of fear that I might say something stupid and he wouldn't like me. Or maybe it was so that he wouldn't notice me at all. The bell rang and everyone started to file out of the classroom. I gathered my stuff into my backpack and headed for the door. I didn't know where I was going to go. Scott was going to Allisons and I had no ride home. But all I knew was I had to get away from Mr. Hale. Just as I was about to get out the door, I heard a voice behind me say, "Mr. Stilinki, can I talk to you for minute?" It was him. I didn't really have a choice so I went back and stood by his desk where he was sitting, sorting papers we had done for the lab that day. " I know this is my first day here, but I can tell something was wrong today in class. You didn't speak and it didn't look like you were participating in the lab. I really hope this is it going to be a regular thing. Is it?" "No, of course not. I was just a little, um...distracted. That's all." "Well I look forward to seeing you being more involved tomorrow." I immediately turned around and left. I shouldn't have these thoughts about my teacher. If anything happened, he could get fired and I could be expelled. But I couldn't help it. He probably doesn't even like me that way anyways. So it doesn't matter.
I still had no way home so I just sat out in front of the school. I only meant to be there a few minutes, but I guess I was just so deep in thought that I hadn't realize that hours had passed. It was dark out now and I was still at the school. My dad wouldn't be off work until early in the morning so I couldn't call him to come get me. I guess I'll have to walk. Just as I had stood up from where I was sitting, who should come walking out of the front doors of the school? Mr. Derek Hale himself. "Mr. Stilinski? What are you still doing here?" "Oh, hi Mr. Hale. I just didn't have a ride home. Scott had stuff to do and my Jeep's broken right now so I'm kind of stuck." "Well, I can give you a ride. I don't mind to. You shouldn't be out here alone this late. Especially on a full moon." He was right, full moon always brings out the lunatics. "Sure. I'd love a ride." I followed him to his car. It was a black Camaro and it looks brand new. I stood there admiring such an amazing car and I hadn't even noticed he was already inside. I snapped out of my daze and climbed into the passenger seat. "Where to?" He asked. "128 North Sanchez Street." We drove all the way there without speaking a word. It didn't take long for us to pull up outside my house. "Thanks for the ride." I said. "Anytime." I don't know how it happened. I got this feeling I'd never had before. And I couldn't stop myself. The next thing I knew, my lips were on his and all I wanted was to stay like that forever. Then I realize what was going on. I pulled away and got out of the car. I was so in barest. What was I thinking? I just ran inside and didn't say anything else to him. When I got inside and looked out the window, he was still there. But only for a minute before he drove away. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I just needed to sleep it off. I went upstairs and went to bed without even eating dinner.
