Sometimes I habit of writing one shots when I get stuck with SITW. I will update that soon! I was just struck with inspiration and wanted to write this in Sam's view.
"Mr. Evans?" he heard a voice called out his name. That took him by surprise he burnt his tongue with his hot coffee. He turns around holding his mouth from the pain of his tongue.
He swallows his coffee and his green eyes widen at the curvy brown skinned woman. How long has it been when I last saw her? He thought.
"It is you!" Her eyes lit up and she smiled from ear to ear. It was that smile that made teaching high school students less dull.
4 Years Ago
He parks his blue Chevy truck in the faculty parking lot. He looks at the familiar brick buildings of McKinley High School. Sam enters through the auditorium which is the quickest route to get to his room. He hears someone playing Broken by Seether featuring Amy Lee. No, it wasn't a CD, Sam waited to hear the male vocals in song but he heard the female voice singing both. He quietly opens the door and closes it right behind him.
There he saw, a full figure brown skinned young woman, singing her heart out with song. Lucky for Sam he enter from the back rows and sat in one of them in awed with her voice. She had her back away from the audience he couldn't tell who it was. He wanted to know badly who this woman was. He wonders if she looks good in the front as she did in the back.
"You know it's more effective if the audience can see your expressions as you perform." Said a voice from off stage.
The girl stopped singing and turned her entire body to the left of the stage. Sam knew who that voice belong to.
"Ms. Corcoran, I'm sorry for using your stage I'll get out of your way." Mercedes said as she stops the music on the stereo. Sam frozen she was a student. He couldn't believe on the first day of school year he was admiring a student's body. He couldn't help but admire her profile.
"Mercedes, stop." Ms. Corcoran said and Mercedes halts her movements. Sam knew Shelby was hard on her choir students, but that earned them a lot of wins and scholarships for those students. "I've been trying to get you to join Glee Club ever since last year. You have a power house voice and you won't let yourself shine. You're a star. Why do you keep running away from that?" Sam internally agreed with Shelby.
"I have to focus on keeping my GPA up so I wouldn't lose those scholarships." Mercedes said automatically like it was an overused phrase.
"That's not good enough. What do you truly want? Not what your parents or peers want for you. For once what do you want?" Shelby asked. Mercedes was stunned silence, "Don't tell me now. Come to me once you found your answer. I won't pressure you but I'll leave you with this thought. You belong on stage and you deserve to shine, Mercedes." Shelby spread out her arms gesturing the stage and then gave Mercedes a friendly squeeze on her shoulders. Sam understood that this was his queue to leave the auditorium.
As Sam left the auditorium to his classroom, his heart was beating rapidly. He became fully aware for his attraction for Mercedes. Sam hoped that she wasn't in any of his classes. Rarely did he have students sign up for Advanced Literature, but from Mercedes said about keeping her GPA and scholarships. It might be a possibility she would be in his class this semester. He opens the door to his classroom and locks it right behind him.
He opens the file cabinet that held the three class periods of sixteen to nineteen seniors he would teach this year. He quickly read the first period list of seniors and to make sure twice. It didn't help that he didn't know her last name but there was no Mercedes on that list. Relief wash over him for a second then panic struck him again there's two lists left. Second period, he read the list slowly and no Mercedes. He places the third period list in front of him, sixteen seniors and his last class of the day. He reads carefully down past the A's to E's to H's and read the last to the first name James Lucas, Jillian Cecilia, Jones Mercedes…there she was. Could it be possible there was more than one student named Mercedes in the school? He finishes reading his list and prepares that this Mercedes wasn't the one in the singing this morning. He hangs on to that ray of hope.
Sam cleared his mind of any thought of Mercedes and sorts out the syllabus for each class period. His first period was filled with nineteen students were smart and he started out with a game to wake them up. The award was a free homework pass for this week. That woke up the entire class and had them sweating about British Literature. A young dark skin man, Tony Miles, won the free pass. He did the same for the second period class they were a bit more ruthless than the first. An Asian girl, Tina Cohen-Chang won the free pass.
The bell dismissed the class it was time for his free period. He couldn't block out Mercedes. He was a 26 year old man and she a student. Maybe he could get someone to fill in for his class. Sam could lie about having several stomach and go into detail about his symptoms. Changing his mind he decided to get rid of those attractions and chanted in his head, 'She's a student.' That chant seems to help and ease his anxiety. The bell rang for the last class of the day. Was he ready?
Students filed in groups, pairs and singles. It seems as all the students filled in as soon as the late bell ranged. Mercedes wasn't there. Relief and a pang of disappointment hit him. He thank his lucky stars as he was about the close the door someone halt it. He saw a thick history book preventing him from closing the door. The students notice this and snickered. Someone was ballsy enough to stop him. He cracked the door open and there she was. There was a tint of blush forming on her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Evans." She apologized innocently. Her big brown doe eyes pleading forgiveness, she chewed the bottom of her plump lip and he thought was she purposely trying to seduce him? It was working and he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl…wait, snap out of it!
"You're late." Sam said with sternness.
"I know but I have a note from Mrs. Knox. I'm really sorry." Her face and sincerity remain the same.
Sam took the note as finger brushed with hers, he felt a fade spark. Mercedes eyes widen for a moment and Sam kept up his teacher face as if the spark didn't faze him. He smiled at her, gesture her in and she gave him a sweet big smile. That smile stabs him and he knew it would be much difficult as the class began.
Present Day
"Mercedes Jones?" Sam asked he put down his coffee and black leather folder. She looked the same full curvy, with a little weight lost, same stunning features and long dark wavy hair she kept. She wore a red pencil skirt, red high heels and white blouse. He notices the diamond ring on her left finger. His green eyes darken with jealously. She's married.
"Crazy to see you again!" Mercedes flashed him his favorite smile. It pains him to see her married.
"Yeah, I hate to cut this short but I have to run. I need prepare for this class." Sam lies.
"Oh you still teach at the high school?" She asked.
"No, at Ohio State." He said as his heart beating rapidly, "Good to see you Mercedes." He starts walking away he needed to breathe and then felt a gentle grab on his arm.
Mercedes was surprised at her action and Sam didn't know what to think of it, "Mr. Evans, you don't mind if we could catch up sometime?" she chewed her bottom plump lip.
He wished she didn't do that, "Sure, we can. You can call me Sam and I'm not your teacher anymore."
She blushes, "Okay Sam. Here's my number." She hands him her card and they gave each other a wordless bye.
He was shooting himself in the foot for accepting her number and to catch up. He gets in his same blue Chevy truck. At first he considers tossing the card outside and makes it seem he forgot about it. His brain wanted to know who she married and her life. Mainly to be with her again and his mind and body needed that. He places her card carefully in his wallet and drives off to the University.
I sort of left it hanging there may be a possibility that it won't be a one shot or I'll leave it like it is. Thank you for reading!