What!?!?

3

     "ALRIGHT GET TO CLASS COME ON!" the principal and assistant principal yell. All the students start walking away to their classes. At least I don't have to worry about Tyler today so that's a plus. I get to my classroom and sit down. "Alright class today we will have the college students talk to you about what college you could go to, and how to apply, all that good stuff." A few college students enter the room. There are 4 girls and 4 boys. They all have their college sweatshirts on. Tom is among the 4 boys he has on his now bloody UCLA sweatshirt and his hands are wrapped up.  "Please introduce yourselves and what colleges you attend so we can get started. You may walk around the school if you please just meet at the cafeteria for lunch."  One of the girls steps in front of the class and says her name but I don't pay attention. My focus is on someone else. His dirty blonde hair falls down his face covering most of his eyes but I can still see them. He has beautiful hazel green eyes with a slight tint of blue in them. That are focused on his hands fiddling with his fingers. His sharp jawline gives him a more serious and defined look but his eyes tell a different story. They tell a story beyond describing almost as if nothing could be compared to such beauty. The other students finish talking about themselves and Tom introduces himself. "My name is Thomas King. But I prefer to go by Tom. I go to the University of California, Los Angeles or UCLA. So just 30 minutes away. If you have any questions About my college you can come speak with me." He says. Basically copying what all the other students said. Some kids begin walking up to the different college kids and ask them questions. Tom sits down next to me. "So what college are you thinking about?" He asks. "Umm I Don't know, I wasn't really interested in anything."  I turn to look at him and see he is concentrating on Tyler who was standing by the door talking to the teacher. "Hey just ignore him, he's a jerk to everyone." He looked back at me and said "yeah. What do you like to do, What do you wanna become?" Writing has always been one of my favorite things to do. I Love the feeling of creating a character and making a whole new world with an idea. Whenever I write, something overcomes me and I just let my mind wander and my hands type or write. "So you like to write I guess." how did he know "what?" I ask him "Oh my bad you just said that out loud but it's really cool that you like to write. Actually UCLA has a great Literature class. The teacher is chill so I can put in a good word for you." He Ruffles his hair with his fingers making his eyes stand out. "Yeah that would be amazing." He smiles and I feel my heart skip a beat. His pearly white teeth and gentle rosy lips capture my attention. "So will you do it?" he asks me and I pull my attention back to him. "Hmm, I'm sorry, what did you say?" He lets out a small chuckle and my heart skips another beat. "I said,'' Can you show me some of the stories you've written?'" I nod and grab my journal. Most of my stories focus on one main character that struggles in everyday life with depression, Anxiety, And ADHD while also being gay. I give him the book and he starts reading. His eyebrows scrunch together while he reads. A couple minutes later he looks back up at me. "This is amazing, have you shared this with anyone else because wow." he gives me the notebook and our fingers graze each other slightly sending electricity throughout my entire body. I lift my head up and see his Eyes are already focused on me. A bright pink shade rises to my cheeks as he grabs both my hands and holds them with his sending more electricity waves through my body. "You should share this with more people. You're an amazing writer." My heart began beating uncontrollably as I listened to his words. They left me in a trance And all I could think about was this electric feeling. Could he feel it too or was it just me? His face looked normal, no bright pink blush on his face like the one that was probably on my face. Scratch that definitely on my face. "You feel it to don't you" his hands held mine harder but not too hard. "What?" I asked confused. "Oh, so you didn't feel that when our hands touched?" He looks down shyly and lets go of my hands. But I quickly grab them back and hold them close and tight. I look up and see his hazel eyes staring into my greenish bluish eyes. "No I did feel it I-I just didn't know if you did too." Now it's my turn to look down nervously. "Hey, hey look at me don't be ashamed I know those kids can be dicks but hey don't listen to em okay." He lifts my chin so that I'm looking at him again. "So you said UCLA has a good literature program?" I ask wanting to change the subject and not have to go into detail on how Tyler has tormented me for most of my life. "Oh, um, Yeah I'd say I'm a pretty decent teacher." He says so nonchalantly. "WAIT YOUR THE TEACHER?" I  ask in a sort of loud whisper. "Yeah" again as if it's not a big deal. "Aren't you a student though." he nods. "Yeah but I started the group and the dean was totally okay with it and it just turned out to be a pretty big group and everyone just started calling me professor so I went along with it." He says now looking back at me. "So Professor, what do you teach in your class?" He lets out a low chuckle and runs his fingers through his hair. "Well student lots of things, Fantasy, Poetry, non-fiction, just all genres, well And a little bit of philosophy." He says listing the things in his head. "You know about philosophy? I never really understood it." He smiled and shrugged. "Not many people do but it's basically trying to find out why this thing is this and the meaning behind it. Well in simple words." I'm still so confused. "Huh?" He chuckles again "yeah don't worry about it. If you come to my class maybe you'll learn something about philosophy." I nod and look at the clock. "What else is there at UCLA?" I ask "what do you wanna know" He responds "well what should I know" I ask, raising my eyebrow.  "How about you show me around for a while." I nod, "Where to this just a regular highschool." He gets up and starts walking to the door "who said I wanted a tour of the highschool. I meant a tour of california." I get up and just stare at him "Umm no we can't leave the school. Are you ok" He just walked out of the doors okay I guess I gotta go too.