(STUDENT/TEACHER) Loves Learning Curves

Histories and mysteries

The voice of an alarm erupted next to me, and i opened my eyes. I had barely slept all night. It seemed that my previous night with Jane, became more fuzzy as I tried remembering it. Only he was crystal clear. Just thinking of him, his eyes, his name. It brought a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach; I would never see him again. And he would remember me as the drunk girl who said stupid stuff to make out with a guy-- way out of her league. Ugh. I groaned remembering I had practically begged for a kiss. Can I kiss you now?. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Maybe it was a good thing I would never have to face him again. Apart of me thought so. But the other part; she missed him. She wanted him. Snap out of it Claire. It's not like it's going to happen.
I trudged to the bathroom, and almost screamed. I looked horrible. My mascara was smudged, my hair looked like something out of 101 Dalmatians specifically Cruela, and I still had my dress on. The only thing about going home that I even bothered to remember was making sure Jane went home safe. If I had a headache; she was probably throwing up at a toilet sink all night. An alarm snoozed again... Why is my alarm on. I opened the screen of my phone: Friday, May 15. It's a school night! CRAP. I washed my face, watching myself transform back into the same 17 year old and undid the back of my black dress, I almost sighed at the sheer joy, of getting to wear jeans and a t-shirt again. I brushed my hair watching the pretty curls, turn loose and wavy, it was kind of pretty so I let it hang down. You look fine. It's not like you're going to see anyone important anyways. I watched myself in the mirror. My shirt was a simple tight dark green that brought out my eyes. My jeans, well they were normal jeans. Besides it didn't matter what I wore. Next to Jane it was nothing.
I grabbed Wuthering Heights my backpack, and headed for my car.

"CLAIRE! HELLO! CLAIRE"
My eyes went into focus again, and I closed the locker door. Wake up Claire, you're at school
"Hey Jane"
"I called you like 50 times Claire, you okay?"
"I'm exhausted. We are never doing that again Jane. I have a headache bigger than Ryan Lenox's ego"
"Speaking of Ryan Lenox, looks like the quarterback, has an eye for you Claire!"
Ryan Lenox was a stupid school crush, compared to Damon.
"Why notice now Jane, I've liked him half of my life, why now?" I mumbled trudging over to the cafeteria.
"Because over the summer the beauty God blessed you. Like a lot. I knew you had it, you just needed to work it! So should I set you two up?"
I laughed and rolled my eyes "No Jane, no playing matchmaker. I don't even think he's that cute anymore. All I really want is a Tylenol and a soft bed" she laughed in reply, putting an arm around me.
"You'll get used to it, look at me, I'm up and about!" It was true she always was.
"OH MY GOD CLAIRE! I almost forgot to tell you! So I was in PE, and everyone is talking about this new AP history teacher. Apparently he's like 23 and smoking hot, I heard he introduced himself to the biology teacher, and she practically swooned!"
I wanted to tell her no, that no guy right now, whether he be hot, could compare to Damon.
"Well our next class is history. Guess we'll have to see for ourselves" I whispered with a lack of interest. My seemingly plain life had gotten a taste of spice, and I sure as hell wanted more.
Jane and I walked next to eachother, and I saw what she meant. Practically every table was whispering in conversation of the new teacher. I made out a few just by listening: HE WAS SOOO HOT I think I needed water shoved down me!
HIS EYES CAN LITERALLY GIVE YOU AN ORGASM!
The new history teacher, literally, looks like some Greek GOD!
I'm definitely passing that class now!
My heart literally thudded when I heard his voice! so manly, he has to be some secret celeb!

Wow. Orgasms. Water. Celebrities. And all I can think about is you Damon. I hate you for that. I sat there with my toast and water, in my own thoughts while Jane converesed with the people at our table, the topic, of course; hot history teacher. Jane loved new gossip.

After 45 minutes of talking about one damn guy. The bell rang. Finally.

I walked into the history class leaving Jane behind, she never liked coming first to class. I took a seat all the way at the back, I usually always sat in the front, but today was different. I couldn't think about history, much less history teachers, when all I wanted to do was escape to my dreams, where I could see him.
I put my head down and closed my eyes, hearing excited murmurs fill the class. I heard Janes voice take a seat next to mine. She briefly rubbed my back, then went back to talking to what sounded like some jock. Then all the whispers stopped. The excited giggles turned to soft gasps.
Jane whispered oh my god
"Hello students. I'm the new AP history teacher here at Lynbrook High"
God I even hear Damon's voice now. I closed my eyes deeper trying to sleep. I didn't even want to look at this guy.
"I know you all are probably sad to see Mr.Lionell leave--" a few laughes emerged from the class "Okay maybe not, but nevertheless I want to say, I'll try my best to take over and transition you guys into my system. I'm nice when we're following along guys. But don't mistake me for a pushover, I will be as strict as they come when I need to be. Okay so today were going to just jump right in and open our books to page, 84. Hitler, and Mussolini' takeover"
A girl beside me whispered "I wanna take you over" with a giggle
I rolled my eyes inside my arms. The desk brought a nice cooling sensation to my cheeks.
"Excuse me. Over there. What's your name"
Then I heard Janes voice.
"CLAIRE, wake up! Her names Claire Holt Mr. O'brian"
O'brian. Now that really shook me. I slowly picked up my head. It couldn't be, I mean my luck wasn't that bad. My eyes went straight to the board. No. Fucking. Way.
Damon was scribbled on the board, and a figure walked over to me, abruptly stopping once he saw my face. His eyes, those eyes. It was him. Karmas here bitch.
"Ms. Holt" he spoke, at first nervously then confidently , the easy going face I had thought about a million times last night; disappearing into a dark scowl.
"I don't know if you've been taught manners. But sleeping in my class isn't permitted."
What the--? Did he not remember me! Hello earth to DAMON! Your tongue was practically inside of me.
Before I could think. I was standing up. What are you doing Claire! Your the shy kid! You don't talk back to teachers!
"I'm sorry--" I smiled "Mr. O'brian. I didn't know our lesson was on manners. If it is, I'd like to politely remind you, waking up someone from their nap, isn't what you call appropriate. Now why don't you resume your lesson, and I'll go back to my nap"
A shimmer of laughter ran across his eyes.
"I'll have you know Ms.Holt. This is a classroom, and that desk isn't your bed. Oh, and Ms. Holt I think you know the rules of the school, no phones allowed" he smiled and politely took the phone out of my hands. WHERES MY DAMON?! I WANT HIM BACK. THIS GUY IS A COMPLETE ASSHOLE. A JERK. A -- UGH
"It will be a pleasure seeing you in my detention after this class is over."
He was literally completely oblivious to who I was! I was right! I was just some slut who couldn't kiss him right. Apart of me was so happy he didn't remember me.
"I'm sorry to say your pleasure doesn't go both ways Damon-- I mean Mr. O'brian."
I sat down. Everyone's eyes on me whispering in shock, at the girl who never spoke, making a very public scene. Some were even jealous I got to see the prick after class. Be my guests i murmured inside. I looked over at Jane, and she laughed, her eyes wide open, staring at me in disbelief. I didn't cause scenes. But today was a hell of an exception.
I put my head down once again. And waited till his class was over.
The bell rang echoing through the class. And everyone made a beeline to the door, only the girls made sure to check Damon out 4 times before exiting. Jane walked over and introduced herself, biting her lip, and saying goodbye, she looked over at me quickly. And I swear I saw a glimpse of jealousy. If only you knew.
The room emptied, and it was just me and him.
"Close the door Claire."