Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

2| The Stoner

Casey

I watch the new neighbours moving in from my balcony.

Same as I did the day before.

I can see the back-end of the truck from where I'm located and bodies carrying boxes and furniture, their raised voices drifting through the late afternoon sky. The house across from ours, the house about to be occupied for the first time in months, is almost an exact replica of ours.

There is a few renovations that both houses had done throughout the years, but the original, modern structure stood tall and proud. Two stories high, with a large front yard and lush, green grass that my mother often spent trimming and watering in her free-time. Large, opening windows on the first floor that set the mood for the first few hours in a day the moment the sun rose. I knew our first floor held the open-plan dining area and kitchen with a bathroom and bedroom located just down the hall and past the sleek staircase. The second floor had the same beautiful windows, and the remaining three bedrooms shared two bathrooms. Twisted colours of white and grey and black decorated almost every inch of the two-story house. With splashes of color here and there like in the paintings and diverse set of decorations, the house has the perfect home-y feel without being too fancy. Spacious, open and money well-spent, my mother and father always said. My father spoke often about expanding the house to the back, or maybe even add another story.

Why he wants a ginormous house will always fly above my head.

Back to the subject at hand. The room directly across from me has a balcony like mine, and without the curtains that still needed to be hung, I can see the boxes being carried inside the half empty room by the movers. My brain actively jumps into imagine mode.

It's been an annoying mental activity for as long as I can remember. Creating characters in a world where only I have dominion calms me in ways I couldn't even begin to explain. And right now, I could only imagine the kind of neighbour's that would be moving in next door.

Or the real-life one that graced me with his presence yesterday.

The famously hot business teacher, Mr Black. The most talked about piece of gossip since the Jamie pregnancy scare last year. What a tall drink of dangerously dark waters. The kind that poison you, but you'd only realise the true intentions while taking your last breath.

Just the thought of him gets me all weirdly wired. These feelings are new, and I cannot decide if they're good or bad. He is a teacher after all. A man of intelligence and good looks. A man of experience and not just in teaching . A man that's probably well in his twenties, maybe even early thirties. There isn't a single thought he'd spend thinking about a high-school girl like myself.

But a girl can dream.

In fact, in the movies he would be my perfect guy.

Broody. Dark. Tattooed. Rude yet helpful when needed. Sexy. And totally going to teach our grade how to rob banks and deal drugs.

Sometimes I surprise myself with the thoughts my brain seem to conjure up.

I take a break from my mental stalking and throw myself onto my bed, dragging my laptop closer to do the best kind of stalking. Digital. Having picked up a trick or two from Logan, I knew that this was an approved method of getting to know someone without having to ask them yourself .

And much as everything inside of me screamed not to search for any information regarding this man, I continue going into the world's greatest search engine. I hesitate clicking search but curiosity triumphs. It takes a split second for any possible information to pop up, and five more minutes to realize that Jacob Black did not exist.