Group Therapy

Sixteen

Olena

"That movie was great," I say as me and Bradley walk out of the theater.

"Yeah, I knew you would love it. Are you ready for the game?"

"Yes! I'm so excited!"

"Me too. I love football games. I get the full high school experience."

"I agree," I say.

"Hey, isn't that Mr. Young?" Bradley asks.

I turn around and see Mr. Young. He's walking out of the theater with a pretty girl with long blond hair and big blue eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she looked almost exactly like me.

"Hey Mr. Young," says Bradley. Mr. Young spots us and comes over.

"Hello Bradley, hey Olena," he says. This couldn't be more awkward. He's here on a date. I'm kind of hurt. But I'm also on a date.

"So are you going to the football game tonight?" Bradley asks.

"Uh no I don't think so. I was thinking of taking Lindsey home so we can just hang out," he says. His blonde hair is glistening in the sun that is starting to go down. I look over to his date. She makes eye contact with me and then rolls her eyes, probably wondering why Mr. Young is wasting his time talking to his students.

Suddenly, I think of what they would do at his house alone. I think we all know what they'll do. I get disgusted.

"Mr. Young you should totally go to the game. It's our first game after all. Also you have to support to team. I'm cheering today and it will make it so much better if you were there." I cringe at my own words. Was that too pushy? Guys definitely don't like pushy.

"Well then I might have to make an appearance. Oh and by the way Olena, we're not in school, you can call me Luke," he says, smiling that big white smile of his.

I smile back and nod my head. His name is Luke. That's so hot.

I look over at Bradley, who's eyeing Luke suspiciously.

"Well we got to go. Olena's going to be late," says Bradley, grabbing my waist.

"I'll see you at the game Mr. Yo- I mean Luke," I say getting into Brad's car.

"Let's get to this game. I've been waiting since last year for this," says Bradley grumpily.

"Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad," he says gripping the steering wheel.

"Yes you are, I can tell. But why?"

"Maybe because you were flirting with our history teacher right in front of me," he says.

Shit, was it that obvious? "I was not flirting with him! He's our teacher for Christ sake!"

"Well he was obviously flirting with you. First name basis is not normal for students and teachers."

"He was just being nice. I didn't think you were the jealous type," I say.

"I'm not jealous," he says, pulling up to the school parking lot.

"Oh you were totally jealous. But that's okay, I have that sort of affect on people," I say.

"Okay maybe a little jealous."

"Well don't be, I had a really great time today. Trust me I would never flirt with a teacher. That's so gross!" I know I'm lying but I'm not going to tell him I have a crush on Luke. I mean really he is our teacher and it's just a little school girl crush that I'll get over in a couple of days