The Harvard Romance

Part 1 - Student and teacher

"...and your homework tonight is from the worksheet I gave you at the start of class. It will be due tomorrow."

Wait, what worksheet? I watched my teacher as he paced the front of the room. I always sat by the window out of view of him, hoping he wouldn't see me. Any time a boy...no I mean a man talked to me I always got super nervous, my palms would sweat and my face would heat up. It probably turned bright red for all I knew.

"Alright, why don't you take the last ten minutes to review the worksheet. That way if you have any questions you can ask me before you leave."

I had been late to this class today and hadn't gotten the assignment. My heart raced as I realized I would actually have to go up and talk to him. To Mr. Sawyer.

All the girls here had a crush on him. And yes that included me.

Mr. Sawyer sat at his desk and started working on his computer. I watched him. I can't just go up there and talk to him. It's just physically impossible for me to speak to any guys older than eighteen, let alone one I have a serious crush on.

I truly do try to pay attention to what he teaches. But I almost always get distracted when he turns around and starts writing on the white board. His shirts are never tucked in so when he reaches up, it rises and you can see his heavily muscled abs. I don't think that should be legal. All hot, sexy teachers should have to be made to have their shirts tucked in and wear baggy dress pants that look horrible on them. Not those stupid skin tight Khaki's that hug that well sculpted ass of his.

I am totally messed up. I have never ever had these thoughts about anyone before and now I've been oogling Mr. Sawyer everyday since school started a month ago. Most girls my age have already started dating and even been kissed by boys...I think that's what they have done? Not me. I'm sixteen and have never been kissed. Boys don't normally talk to me anyways. I am quiet and shy and I don't have an ounce of courage to make any friends. Even the girls on my field hockey team barely talk to me and we have been on the same team for the second year in a row. I would definitely be classified as socially awkward and probably even have social anxiety. So how the hell am I supposed to go up there and talk to the only human being who I have ever had a crush on? And he happens to be a man over the age of eighteen.

Let me answer that for you. I am not and I can't. No way...even if I need to get straight A's so I can get into Harvard one day. Me missing one silly homework assignment won't hurt anything. Right?

I sat there, staring at him and my heart raced just as fast as my thoughts. He looked so engrossed in whatever was on the computer screen. He didn't even notice how intensely I was staring at him. I hoped none of my classmates noticed.

Mr. Sawyer had dark brown eyes and curly hair. He hadn't shaved in a couple days and scruff adorned his beautifully sculpted face. He had a light blue collard t-shirt with tan khaki's on. And like I said earlier that shirt was not tucked in and it was definitely too small for him. Those arms of his looked like they were having their circulation cut off because his biceps were bulging out of it. That shouldn't be legal right?

"Alright, anyone have any questions? Class will be over in a minute and I want to make sure you all get A's on this assignment. This is actually going to be a stepping stone to your final project at the end of the year. So please let me know. Your success is my success."

Wait no what really!? It can't be part of the final can it?

My heart stopped and I felt sick to my stomach. I think my jaw dropped...and he was starting to look over this way.

No please don't. Please don't.

He has never called on me before and it has been a blessing. It's actually like he has avoided ever looking in my direction.