Brian's second period is spent in the library where he's supposed to be stacking books in alphabetical order on the shelves. But everybody knows the librarian assistant never actually assists in anything but lounging around. Jenny's is spent in a Spanish class where she's supposed to be learning a language she already knows. Instead they both spend the hour texting each other back and forth until the bell releases them for lunch.
They meet up at the same table they'd been sitting at since their freshman year. Brian senses trouble when the jocks start throwing things and bad mouthing Matt. He shakes his head and grabs Jenny's arm, not in the mood for starting the year off on a bad note.
"Let's go get something to eat."
They make their way to the lunch line, filling up their trays, and Jenny smiles when Brian pulls out his wallet for the both of them. He was playing his cards better than usual today.
They sit down at an empty table, watching students assemble where they were seated before. Matt had, no doubt, started something because by now even the staff was crowding around. Typical Matt Sanders, stirring up trouble on the first day of school. Brian watches the principle run passed them and shakes his head taking a bite out of his burrito.
"So there's a party this Friday, at Victoria's. Remember her house? Nice part of Huntington… lotsa drink…. Can't wait," He says, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jenny takes a sip of her water, thinking about spending yet another drunken night macking on her best friend. It sounds both appealing and irritating but she smiles anyways.
"Me either… hopefully it'll be a… special night?" hinting hard.
Brian raises a well-practiced eyebrow. "They all kinda are..."
"Yea, but… more special," hinting harder.
He scrunches his eyebrows together taking a sip of his soda. Brian Haner Jr. was not yet the wittiest when it came to the woman language.
"Like……. How?"
Jenny picks at her salad and shrugs, "Never mind."
She looks up to see the familiar figure of Mr. Batista joining the staff members attempting to disperse the crowd to their own business. There was no use. She sighs and turns abruptly, putting a hand on Brian's chest. "Why haven't we kissed sober?"
Brian coughs down his food and raises both eyebrows at her. "I don't know…. Do you… I mean, wouldn't you be mad?"
"Mad? I let you kiss me drunk why would I be mad?" She drops her hand from his chest.
He speaks slowly, like he's treading on dangerous grounds. "Well I mean, when you're drunk you're not in the right state of mind… so I figure you don't... mind it?"
"So... you're taking advantage?"
"WHAT? NO, Jenny-"
"Brian," she sighs, moving closer putting both hands on his chest this time, "Just kiss me, right now."
He gives her a surprised look, feeling awkward at the abruptness of it all. But he nods leaning in, "Okay…" he puts a hand on her lower back, shutting his eyes and moving closer until their faces are inches apart. He presses his forehead to hers, parting his lips—
"GET TO CLASS, EVERYBODY."
The pair jump at the loud command shouted over the screeching bell. Jenny shuts her eyes, cursing under her breath because their goddamn lips hadn't even touched. She opens her eyes glancing in the direction of the voice even though she already knows the owner. Mr. Batista was gazing at the couple, a light smirk etched on his face, impressive arms crossed across his wife-beater clad chest. He turns walking in the direction of the gymnasium and Jenny stands up sighing in disappointment as she grabs her things.
Brian gives her an apologetic look but takes her hand as they make their way to the gym. They enter right as the second bell rings and they hear that loud voice again. "Get on your numbers," it growls.
They obey. Jenny can't help but feel like that demanding tone was directed only at her as she walks to her number hand in hand with Brian. They stand opposite each other facing the front of the gym as Mr. Batista makes his way toward them and stops in front of Brian handing him a tardy slip. Brian stares at it incredulously and opens his mouth to protest but the teacher cuts in.
"Two more and it'll be detention," he glances down at the clipboard, "Haner."
Brian lets go of Jenny's hand taking the slip in his fist and stuffs it into his pocket mumbling under his breath as the P.E. teacher walks away. "ALRIGHT, GO GET DRESSED, 5 MINUTE ONLY!"
Jenny looks around noticing Matt and Ericka's absence, only recognizing her friend Melina. She follows after Brian grabbing onto his arm. "Man that's lame he gave you one..."
"MISS LOPEZ, I BELIEVE THE GIRLS LOCKER ROOM IS THAT WAY," Jenny sighs looking over her shoulder at the teacher pointing the opposite direction she was going.
"You better go..." Brian says shaking his head walking away.
Jenny turns and heads toward the girl's locker room, casting a glance at the teacher. He smiles, a sleazy smile, holding up five fingers and mouthing the word five minutes. She rolls her eyes walking into the girl's locker room. She dresses quickly into her smallest pair of P.E shorts and a tank, checking her hair before going back out and taking a seat on her number. Brian was already seated, eyes fixed on Mr. Batista who, in the matter of four minutes, had lost his shirt and set to abusing a punching bag with determination. Needless to say, all the girls exiting the locker room were whispering and staring. Jenny rolls her eyes again turning toward Brian. Bri adverts his gaze eyeing Jenny up and down smiling. "Damn,"
Jenny smiles back eyeing Brian's scrawny chest in his wife-beater, thinking of the way Mr. Batista fills his own out with bulging muscle. She watches the front of the class again, swiftly eyeing his glistening six-pack, before he pulls his shirt back on facing his students. Silence falls upon the class immediately.
"Alright class, I want 5 laps around this gym…from the guys."
There's a murmured groan from the males. "Guess that's you," Jenny says, as Brian helps her to her feet. "Yea, I can tell I'm going to hate this class already." Jenny kisses him on the cheek. "Think of me at the finish line!" she says as he walks away. He smiles and waves, falling into a jog with the rest of the boys.
"Alright ladies, yoga, follow me." He heads toward a separate room with mats and a TV set up. After clicking on the video and giving simple directions he situates himself against a wall, arms crossed, where he can keep watch between his runners and the girls who are doing stretching exercises.
Jenny gets on a mat next to her friend from dance Melina, smiling.
"Hey girl! Damn, lucky us huh, hella hot P.E teacher,"
Jenny rolls her eyes laughing, thinking her friend hadn't changed much. She found any semi-good looking guy hot, although Jenny couldn't lie to herself, Mr. Batista was highly attractive. "Yea, weirds me out though." Mel shakes her head, looking up at the TV.
Jenny looks up too reading the title. "Beginners Yoga? Piece of cake," she says loudly, winking at Melina and bending forward toward her ankles as the video instructs, her supple muscles allowing her to stretch all the way forward. Mr. Batista bites his lip watching this display of flexibility from behind, eying his students round ass that her tiny shorts barely contained in that position. "Hmm yea… Cake," he murmurs to himself.
None of the class notice their teacher's intently set eyes following Jenny's butt in every stretch, all their eyes focused on the directions in the video. Jenny and Melina fall into their middle splits, clearly the two most flexible in the class.
Mr. Batista uncrosses his arms walking over and crouching down behind Jenny. Jenny stiffens, well aware of how close he was to her in such a suggestive position. She takes in his scent, strong cologne, expensive cologne. "Can I say something?" he asks.
"…You're the teacher."
Mr. Batista nods, putting a hand on her back. "You're a dancer, right?" Jenny bites her lip, hairs rising along the back of her neck, wondering if anyone else was aware of how low along her back his hand actually was, and that he was rubbing the bare skin that was exposed from her riding up shirt with his thumb. She also wonders how he'd guessed so precisely. Since she can't quite seem to find her voice she nods in response.
Melina watches as her teacher balances on his toes behind her friend, placing both hands on her inner thighs, dangerously close to very dangerous territory.
"Extend more," he tells her, giving her thighs an outward shove pulling her legs into an almost parallel split. He smiles moving his hands and standing, returning to his leaning position on the wall, instructing the boys finished running to hit the showers.
Jenny stares at her friend wide-eyed; Melina on the other hand was smiling, holding back laughter. Jenny swallows down hard moving out of her splits slowly. A strange electric feeling had shot through her when he placed his hands on her, all racing down south.
"Damn girl…" Mel whispers, smirking.
"See what I mean!" Jenny hisses. She gets to her feet, shaking off the feeling between her thighs and heading for the exit. Mr. Batista stops her, although she had expected no less.
"The tapes not done, Miss Jenny,"
Jenny glances out of the room spotting Brian's hair first. He was still running. Mr. Batista steps sideways, blocking her view. "Sit back down or I'm giving you an automatic F for the day." Jenny suddenly realizes how much he towers over her, but she glares up at him anyway, determined to look fierce from so far down below. "You're nicer in history class."
The teacher laughs, seeing the credits to the tape playing behind her shoulder. He moves out of the way, the bell sounding not soon after. "Alright ladies, you're excused."
Jenny shakes her head making her way to the girl's locker room, Melina catching up as they walk in.
"Man Mel, today's been so... just not how I expected the first day of school." She opens her locker, pulling out her outfit and beginning to change. "I tried kissing Brian earlier, not drunk obviously, and the bell rang…" She pulls her top on, reaching into her Victoria's secret bra and adjusting her cleavage in the mirror, wondering how Brian could even resist her for this long.
"YOU tried? ...Well maybe Friday, you're going right?" she asks, standing at her friend's side also eyeing herself, fixing her long loosely curled hair.
"Course I'm going. And yea maybe, but it won't be any different, not unless he asks me out."
After the girls feel presentable enough they grab their things and make their way back out to their numbers.
"Well he likes you obviously, so just wait I guess."
"Feels like I've been waiting all summer."
Melina smiles, spotting her own boyfriend waving at her, suddenly grateful to not be stuck in her friend's position."Maybe he clueless, help him out."
Jenny eyes the crowd of students spotting Brian's hair through the crowd, looking retouched. "Yea I will… See you later," she waves, making her way to Brian. He wraps his arm around her and she takes in his scent. She finds herself comparing it to her teachers, they were so different. "Hmm, hey."
"Hey, what'd you guys do over there?"
"Yoga and stretching," she replies, leaning against his chest waiting for the bell to signal their release.
"Figures, hella easy."
Jenny smacks his chest lightly. "Bri, I'd like to see you trying to do yoga... Well actually maybe I wouldn't."
Brian squeezes his arm around her smiling lightly. "Still better than running 5 laps, my legs feel like jelly. Orton ran those things like nothing of course, the P.E. teacher loves him," he adds with a roll of his eyes.
"Yea that P.E teacher told me I was tight, even though I'm the most flexible in his class."
"Tight?" Brian scoffs. The bell rings and they make their way out to the parking lot near the gym. "But you're a dancer, super flexy."
"I know, I think he just likes picking on me."
"You? I think he likes picking on me," he takes out the tardy slip, crumbling it in his fist and chucking it at a nearby trashcan, missing. He makes a face.
"Well yea… maybe. Anyways let's get outta here."
They climb into Brian's truck music blaring from the speakers as he backs out. Jenny looks out the window spotting Mr. Batista walking toward the teacher's parking lot for his white hummer.
Jenny's first day of school hadn't quite been how she'd imagined. She'd imagined walking into her senior year with Brian as her boyfriend, enduring boring classes taught by the same old faces. But she was still single, and her classes were being taught by an ex-fitness model. She might as well enjoy it, she tells herself.
Senior year was definitely going to being interesting.
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