Bem

"Take out your homework and make sure to get started on your essays." My Literature teacher says and starts to take student's work. Mr. Hughes, my teacher, was wearing a black suit that hugged his figure niceley, a red tie and his hair was perfectly ruffled as always. Anton knows I've had a crush on this teacher since Freshman year. Who wouldn't? But, he thinks it's cute that I like a teacher- especially this one.

"I'm particularly impressed with your work, Mr. Carter. I found your article to be very intriguing." I nodded, but inside I felt like I was going to cry. He never acknowledges my homework and today is probably the best day of my life.

Actually, the best day of my life is when I'll sleep with Anton. No! When I marry him, but Mr. Hughes will be in the audience watching…

"Today, we're not just going to be writing our essays but I'm giving a lecture on literary merits. Nothing we haven't learned already but I've found some new information." He says, finishing collecting everyone's papers and pulling a writing pad onto our plasma-screen board.

"First off, what is a Literary Merit?" He picks up a black plasma pen and begins to write on the board. "Miss Janice?" The student he calls on digs through her notes and tries to find the definition. We all know what it is…

"Ah- I-It…" She was struggling to find what she had wrote.

"Miss Janice, what is a Literary Merit to you." She stopped and blushed, embarrassed by her actions.

"A story worth being read again."

"Exactly. You may continue writing." He jots down what Janice had said onto the board, "And have any of you come across one recently? Go ahead and feel free to share." Pausing I realized I had recently read a book that I loved. I loved it so much I finished the five-hundred paged book in two days. I raise my hand slightly and shamefully get spotted.

"Ah, yes Mr. Carter?"

'Well, I uh…" I feel my cheeks heating up. I steel myself and respond, "I have read this book, it's called 'Opposites' and I think that it is a work of literary merit." I say in formal tone. I pull my hoodie up around my neck to block the blush from showing on my face.

He comes over to me and leans over my shoulder. "So how is your essay coming along?" He asks me. "I need your help with something. I can't get something to work," and I gesture towards the screen. He leans in and presses his weight onto my shoulder. I look up and I see his jawline. His brown hair falls just past his jaw and seems to just float in the wind. God he's hot.

"There you go, I hope that helped clear things up for you." He then turns towards me, our noses inches apart and he gives a warm smile. I smell his minty breath, and I look at his lips. He casually bites his bottom lip and grabs my shoulder. The bell rings. "Well that's the bell, so you should uh, get to lunch."

The teacher's not old, he just started and he's like 25 years old. I'm surprised Anton hasn't dumped me over this. He knows exactly how much I obsess over this guy and how much I stutter in class for it. It really does suck.

"Mr. Carter, could I please have a word?" Mr. Hughes calls behind me, just as I was the verge of leaving his room…

"Of course." I say serenely, turning around and facing the teacher. He sat down on a desk and his facial expression turned serious; concern.

"Are you doing alright? Today in class, you seemed off." I dozed off from the way his eyebrows knit together, the way his eyes glowed with knowledge. I then realized that this was just a crush. What real love feels like is when I'm with Anton, holding him, kissing him, being with him. Everything I feel for this teacher is just a phaze.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine, sir." I give him a warm smile, and I didn't fake it. I wasn't nervous. I fixed my posture, "I'm actually more than fine. I'm amazing."

He chuckles, "Well I'm glad. Just making sure." As I turn around once more to leave he adds, "I really did admire your work today, Bem." And just like that, I'd fallen back to my weak knees and red face.

"T-" I swallow hard, "Thank you." I walk out the door.

"How was Lit?" Anton asked in a teasing voice. It was the end of lunch and I had to sit through my next class period mourning this moment.

"I had a moment of clarity."

"No way!" He acts shocked. We headed to the Library and went to our corner.

"Shut up." I snap back at him. He should be mad. This so called "crush" of mine is jacking me up, making me think wild things…

"Okay, but what was your 'moment of clarity' about?" He asks as we place our bags down beneath us. Before Anton sits down I shove him against the wall, hands on either side of him, arch my body forward and press my lips onto his. He immediately digs into me, literally. His hands were on my back, caressing my spine which gave me chills. I pull away to breathe.

"I said shut up."

He nods.