Scomiche Short-Story Drafts (Purplechick's Unfinished Thoughts)

Draft 1- Teacher's Favorite

Written in 2015 at the age of 15 :)

Every year there's one or two, maybe a select few, of students that are like friends with the teacher, giving them an unfair advantage. They can joke and carry on conversations with the teacher, even get let off the hook for certain things and I always hated that. That is until I became the pet. I was the teacher's favorite, is his favorite.

It started in my junior year of high school. There weren't many new faces in my classes including the instructors which meant I was going to have another boring year. Then I went to my Physics class and there stood the highlight of my day: Mr. Hoying. My first thought when seeing him was, 'he is definitely too hot to be teaching this.'

Of course, I didn't tell him that. I was just the quiet nerdy type of kid. I sat down, did my work, and mostly only spoke when spoken to. When assignments started getting dished out, I was one of the ones who finished early, leaving time to finish homework from other classes and secretly admire Mr. Hoying.

He always wore a suit with a different dorky tie each day that matched his personality. I found it endearing. He was laid back and friendly so I wasn't the only one who had a crush on him, though. Girls cracked jokes with him and flirted and I just watched, envious of how much more outgoing they were versus me. I never in a million years thought that I would be like them.

Fast forward to November of that year. I lived a bit far from the school, to the point where I was supposed to be in another district but that meant a private school. The prissiest private school and I did not want to be there so I got driven to and from every day by a personal driver. Did I mention I was a little wealthy? 

One day my mother and father had an event out of town and their driver fell ill so they borrowed mine. And forgot to actually tell me. Cue me sitting on the front steps of the school like an idiot with a dead phone, waiting for a ride that wasn't coming.

~+~

I sat outside of the glass building that I'd been in an hour ago, twiddling my thumbs and staring at the ground. My phone had died a few moments earlier and I didn't know what to do. No one that I was willing to speak to had walked out of the school in the last 30 minutes so I continued to sit there for a few more. That turned into another 20 minutes and I was over it. I stood up and dusted my pants off before grabbing my bag and starting down the sidewalk.

"Mitch?" A familiar voice called from behind me. I turned around to see Mr. Hoying approaching. "What are you still doing here?"

I shrugged, cheeks pinkening, and responded, "My ride didn't show so I'm going to just walk."

"You didn't call them?"

"My phone is dead and I didn't feel comfortable asking anyone who passed me to use theirs."

"...And the school is locked up due to break starting tomorrow so you couldn't wait inside or use the office phone." He pieced everything together rather quickly. I nodded.

"Yeah, so I'm going to start my walk, enjoy your break."

"It looks as if it's about to rain... Would you like a ride to the bus terminal or home, if you're comfortable?"

I looked up at the dreary gray sky and weighed out my options. Either I could walk a few miles in the rain or get a ride from my crush AKA hunk of a teacher, Mr. Hoying. Hm. The latter blew the first option out of the water.

"Um sure," I replied and he gave a quick jerk of the head as to say follow him. "The bus is ideal since I might be out of your way. I live in Bluebrook Gates."