DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you don't like teacher/student. Constructive criticism is desired, but please, no insults. It's my first time posting. I hope you enjoy it
Math Class. Oh, my gosh, math class. Why was it so complicated? I mean, I should've just been learning math, right? But no. Mr. Scott needed to be painfully gorgeous. You see, almost every girl in my class liked him. But of course I needed to be one of them. Disgusting little me.
He was just so perfect. He had light chestnut hair that danced on his forehead, sporadic shots of blonde highlights running through it. His skin was a light cream, smooth everywhere but for the barely-there stubble on his chin. He stood only a few inches taller than me, and his body was toned. But his eyes. Now I know what they mean by drowning in someone's eyes. They were a very light green, with a tint of soft brown. And they always sparkled. It looked like they were made out of beautiful glitter. To reiterate, he was perfect.
So it was plain to see why every girl went nuts over him. I just didn't understand why I had to be part of it. I'd already had received so much pain at the hands of love. I felt like if there was any more, I'd burst. My eyes were no strangers to crying. My self esteem had seen many hits. And my heart knew of breaking. I'd always just…just wanted it to stop.
Then I got this math class. FML.
I realized everyone was writing, so I looked down at my worksheet. With a burst of dread, I noticed I had absolutely no idea what the hell we were doing. What in God's name is a trinomial?? I sighed and glanced at the clock. Two more minutes till school was over. All I needed to do was sit and chill until then. After that, I could ask him what was going on. So I just had to settle with doodling.
When the bell rang, I had at least 20 hearts all over my paper. Briefly, I wished I had more time. I was on my way to a pretty cool design. But that wasn't the point. Quickly, I shoved my binder into my backpack, snatched the sheet off my desk, and stood. But the second I found where he was, I wanted to walk right out of the room.
A group of five girls stood around him. Five beach blonde heads. Five skinny stick frames. Five perfect smiles. And five pairs of sky-blue eyes. My heart dropped. They giggled and flipped their hair in a strange rhythm. I knew it well. It was their flirt mechanism. Every guy in the school wanted it, and I'd seen it in action. Worked every time.
I shook the panic away. So what if they flirted with him? He was a teacher. He'd never go for them. This meant the same for me. So there was no need for any pressure.
I chanted this to myself as I trudged slowly toward his desk.
"Please ladies," he said sternly. "Unless you have a real question, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." A round of 'aww's and 'fine's erupted, and they skipped out of the room. I tried to ignore the lump in my throat and took a deep breath.
"Mr. Scott?" I said, my voice strangely strong as I closed the space between me and the side of his desk. He looked up, and an odd smile broke across his amazing face. When I tried to place its emotion, all I could come up with was 'delighted.' How weird.
"What can I do for you, Kylie?" he asked eagerly. I blinked a few times, trying to block out the confusion and onslaught of jitters. I had a purpose, and that was to learn. Also, he couldn't possibly be gazing at me with the same feelings I had for him. He wasn't excited to help me because he wanted me. I was merely a student. With business-like effort, I internally smothered my emotions. Indifference was the key.
With this newfound cool, I returned my eyes to his. Ignoring the infatuation I thought I saw in them, I focused on math.
"I'm having a little trouble," I began, then handed him the paper. "Can you add the 2x to the 13x2? Is that like…allowed?" He briefly glanced at the sheet, and then stared up at me from his chair.
"Well, the law says no," he explained, eyes burning like hazel fire, "but personally, I don't see why not. So what if one has a little more numbers to it than the other? It shouldn't matter. They could work together just fine. The bigger one would never hurt the little one. It couldn't! The little one is too important, too precious…worth so much more than meets they eye. And anyway, they're both numbers. At the end of the day, they both have x's. So why not bring them together? It could be the best thing the world has ever seen."
Our faces were close now. In his enthusiasm, he'd drawn nearer and nearer. His eyes smoldered, and they took my breath away. I fought for control, and then spoke.
"This isn't about math, is it?" I mumbled. He cocked his head to the side.
"So intuitive," he muttered. I tried to keep my eyes on his, but I couldn't. It was a tell-tale sign a girl wanted a kiss when she looked at your mouth. And that's where my gaze kept flickering to. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop.
It seemed he got the hint, because he brought his face to mine. Our lips brushed together, not quite locked in a kiss. I felt his warm breath on my skin.
"I want you," Mr. Scott breathed, dragging his fingers along my cheek and jaw line. My hands moved to his chest.
"Then take me," I returned in the same tone.
Our eyes were closed, so he couldn't see my reaction, but he could feel it. My mouth stopped moving, and his did shortly after me. I pulled away a bit, but I didn't get far. He gasped softly, clasped the back of my neck, and finally touched our lips in a kiss.