"Daisy", my best friend, Rose said," I'm gonna put your phone number in this book."
"What the fuck, why?", I said snapping my head up and moving closer to the text book. I watched her scribble in beautiful pink pen my phone number.
"Because its funny", she said and went back to the page full of questions on the poem we just read," What if Mr. Styles called you. He's so Daddy."
Our real teacher was Ms. Fern. She was young compared to our other teachers but she was also desperate. She was 38 and all the other teachers she desired were married. Mr. Styles was our teaching assistant for the past two semester, he was 23 still in college, and needed real teaching experience to graduate. This was his chance and Ms. Fern just ate up his youth any second she could.
"He wouldn't do that."
"Why do you say that? He totally stares at you and puts smiley faces on your papers when he grades them."
"Whatever maybe he will but I seriously doubt it."
"Okay guys", Ms. Fern started to say," Bring the books back up to the front and turn in what you have finished."
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Harry's P.O.V
"Can you check the books for any drawings? They are always putting stupid shit in there," Tiffany, Ms. Fern asked.
I pulled the text books over the desk and started checking the front and back inside cover for vandalism. I didn't mind it but I'm sure the school did. When I went here I would always scribble in the texts books or draw dicks. Most of the smart kids drew or wrote on it in pen, I would've done the same but the ones in pencil I had to erase. I don't know why I was stuck doing this job but I didn't complain as I erased the dicks and the notes saying " turn to page 404"
For a good time text. 467-493-9983. xx.
Was scribbled into the last text book in beautiful pink ink with hearts written all around the girly print. I looked up to Tiffany to see if she was paying any attention, as always she wasn't. She liked her job I knew that, but she didn't enjoy working with high school kids as much as she should've. I looked at the pink pen remembering the conversation I heard earlier today.
"Daisy, I'm gonna put your phone number in this book"
Daisy. The most quiet and beautiful. she was very intelligent and applied herself in this classic particularly. She was shorter compared to the rest of her class but she made up for it in her body. I would do anything just to get a taste of her. She had an innocent face and casual style. She was normal. The girls I went to college with her seeking attention more than they were seeking a genuine connection with someone.
I quickly pulled out my phone and took a picture of her phone number then took my black pen and scribbled out her phone number so no one else could talk to her. It was wrong for me to take her number, I guess, but I had much better intentions than any other boy who wanted her. I was older and wiser. The high school boys she went to school with weren't man enough for her.
"Okay", I said stacking all the books back onto the cart," Now what?"
"Oh harry, thank you, just take them back to the library then you can leave for the day."
I walked out of the room and rushed to the library then out to my car, ready to text Daisy.
Harry: Hey kitten. xx
