Short Stories

Passing class

'But-'

Mr Colemans fiery glare burned right though me, going from my flushed red face, down, to my toes.

'No, that is final, you will come to see me after school, one on one is the only way now.' I looked down at my book in mock disappointment in myself, but a smirk formed on my face. Oh no, I had such bad grades I now must spend extra time alone with the teacher who is barely two years older, and one hell of a lot better looking than the guys in my year.

I felt my foot be kicked under the table. Aarya looked at me a knowing smirk on her face, you bitch she mouthed. I shot a glance back at her. I told her I could do it by the end of the week, best way to improve grades and I live by that.

Looking up at the teacher through my eyelashes I saw him staring just past me with his penetrating cool gaze. Goosebumps crawled up my back and wrapped around my neck. I arched my back slightly catching his gaze. We held eye contact for a while. Eventually the smirk on my face found his. His eyes dipped down my face reaching my lips. Then lower, reading my tee-shirt. The smirk on his face now reaching his eyes.

I thought back to all those careful brushes of hands, maintained eye contact, accidentally stumbling back into him so he could balance me, with his hands around my hips bringing me to him. Close.

I chuckled leaning back relishing the success. Best way to pass English, or any class.