Mr. Mindless (A Mindless Obsession Story)

CHAPTER ONE First Day, First Impression

"Ahhh, it's good to be back at the school yard." I said to my wife of 2 years/ co-worker.

"Bae, why do you always get so happy when school comes back around. You know, you're the only teacher I know of that's so ethusiastic this time of year." She laughed.

"Well, you know, once you've been doing something for so long, it becomes a part of you I guess." I laughed. "And plus, it's just good to see some of your students grow up and succeed, especially when you're partially the reason why."

"That would sound good coming from you--Mr. Teacher of Every Year." She joked. "So what's your secret?"

"My secret for what?"

"Of winning so many times. The students love you--even the boys. That's surprising."

"Yeah, but I don't know. I never attend to win, I just show the students how much I really care and that their education does matter."

"I let them know all of that and then some." She pouted.

"Well, we're two different people soo yeah." I kissed her on the cheek and started to walk to my class.

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 "Okay, class. Since today is the first day of school, we're gonna play some ice breakers to try to get to know each other. Okay?" I said to my new AP English class after giving them their greets and all of that stuff. They nodded and I heard somebody say "yes!" 

I instructed everyone into a circle so the game could began. Just as I was about to give the instructions, a boy walked in-late.

"Kinda tardy don't you think?" I asked sternly.

"Umm, yeah. About that--I'm sorry. I guess I took too long in the cafeteria," He said rubbing his neck.

"That's alright. Just don't let it happen again Mr.?"

"August. Chresanto August, sir." He smiled happily at me, placed his backpack in a seat, and joined the circle by me. When he held my hand I couldn't help but feel a little electricity. I simply brushed it off. No Rayvaughn. you promised yourself that you wasn't going to do this this year. Be cool, be cool.

After the ice breakers were done the students all sat at their desks and just talked. I noticed a few of the girls in the class would send me flirtacious smiles. Some even gave me little waves. My attention wasn't on them-it was all on Mr. August. His hair was dyed honey blond. Lord knows I like a man who takes care and pampers himself. He had on a shirt with a lion on it that said "King Shit Nigga" plastered on there and some white, crisp jeans. I guess he was a Leo. Good. Me, too.  The thing that really got to me was everytime that he licked those golden pink lips of his. It was like he was trying to do it on purpose. If that was the case, I wouldn't want him. I like people to say no to me.  I was about to call him to my desk when Kaylyn Johansson walked over to him and sat her little ass down. I watched the two as they chatted and instantly grew jealous. What does she have that I don't? A vagina? Ew! What kind of human being would want such a thing? If I was that last man on Earth a vagina would be the last thing that I'll want. Tuh, pussy.

I was just about to let the  little situation go and make a mental note to myself to call him when class was over when the little thing put her hand on his. My blood boiled and I reacted instantly. "MR. AUGUST!" I practically yelled. The class immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to face me, some facing him.

"Er, Sir?" He was trying to avoid the glances.

"Can you guys stop looking at him like that? You." I pointed at him. "Come outside with me for a second will ya'?" He nodded and got up. I opened the door and the cold but cool air of the hallways gretted us.