I was excited to start my first teaching job the next day, but I couldn't get my mind off that girl. Aria Claire-Shay Montgomery. It sounded beautiful and Elegant. I considered texting her now, but I assumed she was probably in school. Just as I was, I reminded myself, and I had a class of students waiting for me.
I went into my classroom and set my bag down next to my desk. I turned to the clean, dark green chalkboard and looked at a moment, then picked up the chalk and weighed it in my hand. It felt amazing to be here, to be doing what I loved. I took the chalk and wrote my name on the board, Mr. Fitz, in big untidy handwriting and underlined it. Then I placed the chalk on the ledge and turned to look at my class, picking up my favorite coffee cup off the desk with a sigh. I scanned the room, getting to know each face. Then I stopped cold. There was one face I couldn't see, but I recognized her anyway.
"God, I love this song," I smiled at the sight. She was beautiful with her gently curled long dark hair tipping down her back.
I recognized the soft curl of her full dark hair as it fell across her binder.
"Ho-ly crap," I said flatly, staring at her, trying to make it not be true, but as she looked up, I knew it was. Aria Montgomery, the girl I'd fallen for less than Twenty-four hours ago, was sitting in front of me, my student.
I saw her eyes widen in shock. I cleared my throat, not knowing qhat to do, because there was nothing I could do, not here, not now. I was trapped by my twenty eight other students.
Her phone rang and she dove for it, breaking my connection with her wide hazel eyes.
"Sorry," she said as she came up. Her voice was empty, but the word was loaded with meaning.
"Uh, I'm Mr. Fitz. Your new… English teacher," I smiled sheepishly, looking anywhere but at her, but still, out of the corner of my eyes I could see her shake her head.