Today was going by so slowly. I catch myself looking at my watch nearly every minute. I can barely concentrate on my work. I've gotten about two paragraphs finished in this assignment. All I can think about is that blonde boy with the black aviators. He's so freaking confident and… what's the word…
Riiiiing! The bell conveniently screams, crashing my train of thought. I rush to get out of my seat and to my next class. Crap, what do I have for period C? I get out my schedule and find where I need to be.
"Math," a voice hovers behind me.
"Shit! Dave! You almost gave me a heart attack!" I exclaim.
"Sorry John, I didn't realize you were so easy to scare," he teases.
"I- I'm not! I just… I wasn't expecting you to be right behind me, is all, okay?" I say, shifting my weight between each foot.
"You're not nervous, are you? Don't feel embarrassed if you are," Dave starts, moving his large, masculine hands to my arm. "Because… that's understandable, I make a lot of people…" he leans close to my ear, "nervous."
A sudden shiver runs down my spine and I hope he doesn't notice. "I need to… to… to get to class. Bye!" I scurry off to Math and hope he doesn't know I really wanted to stay and talk.
Jade was already in the classroom when I got there, so I took the seat next to her.
"Hey Jade," I whisper.
She turns around. "Hey John, fancy seeing you here," she giggles. All of the sudden, she looks really worried. "Hey… are you any good at math? It's my weak point in academics."
"Uh," I stutter. "Not really. I'm pretty bad at it, too… sorry."
She smiles again. "Oh, that's alright. I guess we'll both get better at the same rate, then."
A tall man with a brown suit walks into the room. "Hello class, I'm Mr. Williamson. You may call me Will if you want. Today we're having an assessment-type test. Just to know where everyone's at with this year's scheduled curriculum." He starts passing around a large stack of papers to everyone in the class. "Ehem," he says, right in front of Dave's desk.
"Huh?" The blonde says, removing his shades to look at the teacher.
"Would you like to share that note with the class or do you want to finish that up later?"
Dave frowns and puts the note back into his bag. I couldn't help but wonder what it was, or who it was for. Of course, what peaks my curiosity most was the latter.
During the assessment, I could barely concentrate on my work. I even caught myself thinking about when Dave winked at me earlier today. And the way his breath felt in my ear, tickling and hot. His touch had me infatuated within seconds.
"Ehem," Mr. Williamson tries to get my attention.
"Oh what? Sorry, kind of zoned out for a sec there."
"Clearly," says the teacher. "So can you tell me your name?"
"John," I say, hoping he doesn't ask for my last name.
"Okay John, do you have a last name?"
Oh dear lord I totally jinxed it. "Egbert," I mutter very quietly.
Will smirks at me and says, "Sorry, could you repeat that? I couldn't quite make it out."
"Egbert," this time I say it a bit louder and more clearly.
"Could you maybe… say it louder?"
"EGBERT!" I practically yell. Oh great. Now everyone in the class is staring at me and whispering.
"Is your last name really Egbert? That's hilarious!" A girl in the front cackles.
Now everyone's laughing. I can't believe it. I'm such a moron! I should have known he was trying to make fun of me. He probably already knew my last name. What a jerk!
Suddenly the laughing stops and Dave is standing up. "Excuse me, Will, but you are a complete dickhead. If you get off on making your students miserable, I don't think you should be teaching high school, or any grade for that matter. Now, I'm going to the principal's office to report you for harassment towards a student." Dave walks proudly out of the classroom.
I guess it won't be so bad having him around.
