He had finally found some clean clothes under his bed and hurriedly put
them on, despite the fact that they were a tad wrinkled from being crammed
under the small space between his bed and the floor. "Great! The first day
back and I look like a wrinkled dust bunny," he said picking off some dust
from his shirt.
He double checked his reflection in the mirror and sighed. "Well it's better than nothing I guess." After glancing the time on his alarm clock, he raced down the hall to his classroom.
Mr. Cuccione was closing his classroom door, when he noticed a panting Rex approaching rapidly.
"Ah, Mr. DiMera, glad you could join the rest of the class," the teacher added sarcastically.
"Mr. Cuccione, I'm sorry, I overslept. It, uh, won't happen again," he gasped.
"Take a seat," he said shutting the door behind Rex.
With an air of embarrassment, Rex made his way to the empty seat next to Mimi Lockhart. The cute brunette flashed him one of her award winning smiles. He couldn't help but return it.
"Mr. DiMera, would care to focus on the board instead of romancing Ms. Lockhart?" Mr. Cuccione said rather impatiently.
Rex's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he slumped in his seat trying to mask his embarrassment. He had already started the day with two strikes against him.
Rex had become deeply infatuated with Mimi over the past year. It began as simply an attraction to her beauty. Once they had developed a friendship, Rex began to see Mimi's inner beauty, which developed into what could only be described as a crush. He had been too shy to reveal it to anyone-even his twin sister Cassie (who by way, is studying in Italy). She was the first girl he had ever wanted to be involved with romantically.
The sound of the school bell interrupted his thoughts. He released a sigh of relief. English literature wasn't his favorite subject. He'd rather have spent his time taking Calculus 2. Shawn used to question why he didn't just trade courses. But he couldn't answer him. There was only one reason he endured English lit.. It was the only class he had with Mimi.
He picked up his books and quickly glanced at Mimi. She was re-reading Mr. Cuccione's course outline.
"Hey Meems," he greeted her.
"Hey yourself," she replied looking up from her paper.
He felt himself getting lost into her vivacious hazel eyes. He could stare into her eyes for hours; if she'd let him, that is. "Get a grip," he told himself. "Can I walk you to your next class?" he asked gallantly.
"That's so sweet of you! Unfortunately, I don't have another class until this afternoon. Maybe next time," she replied apologetically. "See ya!" she said walking out the door.
"Yeah, see ya," he mumbled.
He double checked his reflection in the mirror and sighed. "Well it's better than nothing I guess." After glancing the time on his alarm clock, he raced down the hall to his classroom.
Mr. Cuccione was closing his classroom door, when he noticed a panting Rex approaching rapidly.
"Ah, Mr. DiMera, glad you could join the rest of the class," the teacher added sarcastically.
"Mr. Cuccione, I'm sorry, I overslept. It, uh, won't happen again," he gasped.
"Take a seat," he said shutting the door behind Rex.
With an air of embarrassment, Rex made his way to the empty seat next to Mimi Lockhart. The cute brunette flashed him one of her award winning smiles. He couldn't help but return it.
"Mr. DiMera, would care to focus on the board instead of romancing Ms. Lockhart?" Mr. Cuccione said rather impatiently.
Rex's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he slumped in his seat trying to mask his embarrassment. He had already started the day with two strikes against him.
Rex had become deeply infatuated with Mimi over the past year. It began as simply an attraction to her beauty. Once they had developed a friendship, Rex began to see Mimi's inner beauty, which developed into what could only be described as a crush. He had been too shy to reveal it to anyone-even his twin sister Cassie (who by way, is studying in Italy). She was the first girl he had ever wanted to be involved with romantically.
The sound of the school bell interrupted his thoughts. He released a sigh of relief. English literature wasn't his favorite subject. He'd rather have spent his time taking Calculus 2. Shawn used to question why he didn't just trade courses. But he couldn't answer him. There was only one reason he endured English lit.. It was the only class he had with Mimi.
He picked up his books and quickly glanced at Mimi. She was re-reading Mr. Cuccione's course outline.
"Hey Meems," he greeted her.
"Hey yourself," she replied looking up from her paper.
He felt himself getting lost into her vivacious hazel eyes. He could stare into her eyes for hours; if she'd let him, that is. "Get a grip," he told himself. "Can I walk you to your next class?" he asked gallantly.
"That's so sweet of you! Unfortunately, I don't have another class until this afternoon. Maybe next time," she replied apologetically. "See ya!" she said walking out the door.
"Yeah, see ya," he mumbled.