Aria walked into the school and found her locker. The halls were quiet as everyone else was already in class. This was fine, except she hadn't seen her best friend Christy in over a week and was eager to meet up before class. She took out her schedule and saw that Mr. Fitz's class was in room 214. She walked up to the second floor and quietly entered the room from the door located in the back of the classroom. She looked up to the front of the room and immediately noticed a pair of piercing blue eyes staring right back into her own brown orbs. So this was Mr. Fitz. Not bad, for a nerd. Okay, so he wasn't a nerd. He was only the most gorgeous guy she'd ever seen. Too bad he was clearly unattainable, and for God's sake, how could a man like this be single? There wasn't a chance.
He was in the middle of saying something regarding where they would sit when she walked in. He immediately stopped talking and said, "You must be Aria. Go ahead and sit wherever you'd like." He stopped talking only to let his eyes linger on her another few seconds before licking his lips and continuing. "As I was saying, I don't believe in seating arrangements. You're all seniors taking a college level English course so I'd expect that you will behave well no matter where you're seated."
Aria took a seat next to her best friend Christy. They gave each other a knowing glance, with smirks as they looked back and forth between their new teacher and each other. Apparently Christy noticed this man's insanely good looks as well. Not only were his eye's the bluest of baby blues, his hair was dark brown; tousled locks of curly love. She was mesmerized by his hips; she'd always had a thing for hips. And judging by the way they moved as he walked back and forth across the front of the room, he would know how to use his well. She was almost sure that connected to those hips, hiding under the navy blue vest, was a nice set of chiseled abs. She couldn't be positive, but it would definitely be a nice thing to think about for the next hour.
Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice, which was just deep enough to send her hormones racing wild. "Instead of the typical, 'let's go around and say our names and something interesting about ourselves' first day activity, I'd like to start out with something different. You all know each other and have for years. I on the other hand would love to get to know each and every one of you, as well as your writing styles. So, each one of you are going to write me a paper, an autobiography of sorts. In it, you can let me know whatever you think I need to know about you to make this year move along smoothly."
As he said the word 'smoothly' Aria started to think about just how smoothly she could run her hand through his hair. She stopped herself as quickly as the thought came though, as she knew that this was entirely inappropriate for her to think. She came back to in time to hear him say, "You won't be graded on grammar or spelling, but I do ask that you try your hardest because it will give me an idea of where each of you are in your writing abilities and what I have to work with. Are there any questions?"
As badly as she wanted to, Aria avoided raising her hand. She figured that questions about his current relationship status on Facebook probably weren't the kinds of questions he was referring to. Instead, she took out her notebook and started to write.
"My name is Aria Lydia Montgomery and I am 17 years old. Two weeks and four days ago, I lost my father to cancer. He was the light that guided me through thick and thin and I am forever grateful for the time we had together. I am a writer, because that's who he made me, so I hope to do very well in this class."
She continued to write about her hobbies and hopes for the future. She was aiming solely to impress this new teacher and hoped he would find her writing impeccable. The bell rang without giving her time to finish. As the class stood to leave, Mr. Fitz spoke over the hustle. "Please finish up your autos and type them up. I will collect them at the beginning of class tomorrow." As Aria walked past his desk, he added, in what she wished to be a seductive voice, "Aria, please don't come late again." Although it didn't happen, she was sure he had meant to wink after that statement. As she passed by, she stopped and turned just to say, "Of course, Mr. Fitz. I'll be sure to come when you want me to." With that, she turned back and smiled to herself as she made her way to Mr. Gowalaski's history class.
