It was their last classes for the day. Nala had to drag Kathan to her History class, which luck would have it, was right across from her class.
"Last one and then we get to go home", Nala said.
"Promise?", Kathan asked.
"Yes", Nala said, laughing softly.
Kathan rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Fine, I'll go in, but if I don't come out, this was your fault", Kathan said.
Nala laughed a little harder. Kathan pouted before walking in and Nala walked across to her class with Mr. Reigns.
"Don't forget to sit in the back Nala so Mr. Reigns won't see you", Kathan yelled.
The ones who were already in the class and knew her, laughed at her. Mr. Reigns looked up, she hoped she wasn't as red as a tomato right now. Kathan had done that on purpose.
"If you don't mind taking a seat, you're holding up traffic behind you", Mr. Reigns said to her.
"Right", she said, moving towards the back and taking a seat.
He smiled at her. Why was he even looking at her that way? He blinked before looking away, she blushed even more. He stood and walked over to the open door.
"He is so fucking hot", one girl whispered to her friend.
"Tell me about it, my panties are already soaked and he hasn't even licked his lips yet", her friend said.
They both giggled. She pulled out her notepad and a pencil. Once the final bell rang, he closed the door and stood in front of everyone.
"For those of you who I didn't have last semester, I'm Mr. Reigns. I try to make my classes as fun and teachable as I can. I don't like repeating myself so please pay attention", he said, once again, his eyes found her.
She bit her lip and he slowly licked his. The girls in front of her sighed. Nala put her head down. He cleared his throat.
"I don't give extensions on projects, the day it's due is the day I want it turned in", he said.
She lifted her head.
"After every book, there will be an essay about it and then a test and I know what some of you might be thinking, hey, I can cheat and watch the movie, but I am telling you right now. The movies don't tell the whole story like a book does. So please, read the book, they are good for you, they teach you new words, they help you learn how to read faster.", he said.
Somehow his eyes kept falling to her. He thought she had left because he hadn't seen her all day, but now, here she was. He never understood Dean's infatuation with high school girls, not till he saw her. He cleared his throat again.
"Any questions?", he asked out loud.
"Do you help after school, like, if we might need it?", one of the girls in front of her asked.
He smirked.
"Yes, but only if I think you need it and if I have the time", Roman said.
The girls giggled.
"Now, I'm going to call out your names and you will tell me the name of your favorite book. Everyone has to have one", he said, sitting on the edge of his desk and grabbing the clipboard with the attendance list.
"Can his pants be any tighter against him", one of the girls whispered.
"Or he can just take them off", the other said.
She wouldn't mind that either, she thought. He called off everyone's names.
"Nala Tomlinson?", he called out.
The girls in front of her were talking too loud, she hadn't heard him, and she was also busy drawing in her notebook. It was of Mr. Reigns leaning against his desk like he was now.
"Nala Tomlinson?", he called again, but this time he lifted his head and looked around.
The person beside her, pointed and Roman stood. He made his way over to her, she hadn't noticed. He cleared his throat just as the students all stopped talking. Nala stopped, noticing the silence. She bit her lip and dared to look up. Mr. Reigns stood in front of her, hands in his pockets.
"Nala Tomlinson?", he asked.
She nodded. Her classmates chuckled.
"The answer, is here", he said.
"Oh, sorry, yes I'm here", she said softly.
"Just because you sit in the back, doesn't mean you'll go unnoticed. Besides, I pay more attention to the students in the back. So get use to seeing my face more", he said.
The girls in front of her moaned. She was sure he heard it, if she did, he could too. He smirked and pulled the notepad away from her. His eyes met hers again.
"That's good, you're very talented", he said.
"Thank you sir", she said softly.
He walked away from her and back to his position by his desk, going down the list again.
Walking into her class and seeing the history teacher, Kathan underestimated how good looking this teacher really was. He was hot. She didn't realize how openly she was staring at him, that was till he looked at her.
"Are you ok?", he asked.
She blinked and nodded.
"Oh yeah", she said.
He raised his brows and nodded.
"Wrong class?", he asked.
She pulled out her paper.
"Mr. Calaway?", she asked.
He nodded.
"Then I'm good", she said.
He nodded and leaned back in his seat.
"Then please, do take a seat", he said, gesturing to the desks in the class.
"Right, of course", she said.
She walked over to an empty seat. Mark leaned back and watched her carefully and hoped she wasn't going to be a hand full. He checked his watch and realized there was about two minutes till the final bell rang. He stood and walked over to the door, watching students rush into their classrooms.
"Last one", Roman called.
"Finally", he called back.
Roman chuckled. As the bell rang, he closed his door. Walking towards the front of his class. He pointed over his shoulder at the board.
"Welcome to US History, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Mr. Calaway. Now I'm not overly strict, but I do only give out one warning, the second comes with after school detention.", he said.
Kathan admired his casual wear, black boots, jeans, and a t-shirt.
"Now, according to past students, I'm pretty cool and easy going. I expect assignments and homework when they are due. Any questions?", he asked.
"Are you married?", everyone looked at Kathan.
She sat up and blushed. That wasn't suppose to come out of her mouth. He smirked.
"Not anymore", he said, finding this funny.
She couldn't meet his eyes anymore. He probably thought she was some kid with a crush. He looked away from her, sliding down into her seat more to try and shrink away. This was karma for embarrassing Nala earlier.
"Ok, so if you'll open your book to page 215, we'll start there", he said.
She sat up again and noticed how everyone had a book.
"You were suppose to grab one on your way in", the guy next to her whispered.
She sighed. Now she would have to stand and walk across the room to grab one. She was about to slide out of her seat when a book was set on her desk. She looked up to meet Mr. Calaway's eyes.
"Page 215", he said softly and tapped his finger on the hard cover.
She nodded and quickly flipped to that page. He walked over to the shelves and grabbed a new book.
"World War II", he said.
Kathan sighed and slid back down her seat. Mark noticed and raised a brow.
"Not interested in World War II Miss", he stopped.
"Kathan Daniels", she said.
"Miss Daniels, does it bore you?", he asked.
"Not really, I just don't see how knowing about WWII is going to help me when I apply for a job", she said.
Some of her classmates chuckled under their breaths. Mr. Calaway nodded.
"Let me ask you this Miss Daniels, what is it you want to do after high school?", he asked.
"I like writing and thinking about maybe going into journalism", she said.
He nodded, impressed.
"You do realize you'll need to know your history to be a serious journalist. What if they ask you to look up the history of a town or what war took place there? You won't know and will have to spend hours researching and that's when you'll wish you would have listened to me", he said.
How was it possible that he embarrassed her for the third time in just a few minutes.
"Now, Miss Daniels, can I finish what I was trying to teach or would you like to comment more on why you don't need to know your history?", he asked.
She shook her head no and he nodded. He reopened his book.
"As I was saying", he said.