Detention (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 2

I met up with Petrina and Chad for Spanish and Math, which went by slowly and boringly. Rules and expectations and blah blah blah. We're seniors for gods sake, we have heard the same thing every year for thirteen years now. I think we can probably recite them by heart.
Eventually lunch rolled around, and Petrina and I went to our lockers to grab our lunches before heading to the cafeteria. Nobody from our group was there yet, so we picked a table and took a seat. Not long after, we were joined by the others.
"So, how is everyone's schedule going thus far?" Asked Petrina. Everyone kind of shrugged, implying that it was alright.
"Did Jasmine tell you guys she's a teacher's pet already?" Brandon asked, taking a bite of his peanut butter and jelly. I kicked him under the table, almost making him spit his food out.
"Ooh, to who? Must be science," Pet said.
Brandon nodded and spoke when he had finished chewing his sandwich.
"Yup, they spoke to each other in Polish and everything."
"Can you get over yourself?" I asked, teasingly. "I am not a teacher's pet," I said.
"I don't know, you've always been a goodie-two-shoes Jas," Chad stated. I shot him a glare.
"You have Mr. Reynolds, don't you? I heard he's hot," Kaylee said.
I laughed, "I guess he could be worse."
"I knew we should have taken AP Chem Kaylee!" Exclaimed Petrina.
"I'm right here you know!" Kyle said.
"Oh please Kyle. I'd never go for a teacher. It's illegal, for one," She assured.
"Yeah, like that's ever stopped you from doing something before," Chad rebutted.
"She's right though. I'd never go for a teacher either," I said. "Besides, he's like 30. Plus, I wouldn't even say he's hot. Just relatively good looking," I stated, taking another bite of my Granny Smith.
"I don't think he's cute at all," Brandon said.
"That's because you're a guy," came Kaylee.
"But you know who's hot? Señorita Gomez," Said Chad, rolling the r. Petrina and I rolled our eyes.
When lunch ended, we went our separate ways. I had no more classes with any of them. So, I sat through four more periods of boring lectures and rules, and when the last bell finally rang I couldn't get to my locker fast enough. I threw my new textbooks in, grabbed my gym bag and went down to the locker room.
I changed out of the jeans and cardigan I had on, in exchange for a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers. Going out the back door, I stretched on my way down to the track. When I got down there, I did a few dynamic stretches, and soon enough I found myself on my fourth lap around.
The area was quiet, aside from the soft slapping of my sneakers against the spongy track material. Everybody else had gone home, save a few teachers who were probably working on some last-minute curriculum plans.
As I started on my 5th lap, I made sure to keep my breathing steady. That was my number one problem growing up. Any time I played a sport or exercised, I wouldn't breathe correctly which resulted in my passing out numerous times. Ever since my worse blackout in the middle of a lacrosse game in 8th grade, I've made sure to pay attention and breathe correctly.
I decided to only go 3 miles since my parents were taking me to dinner like they always did on my first day of school. I rounded the last curve on my final lap, speeding up to a sprint. My legs carried me as fast as I could go through my finishing point. I slowed down to a stop, putting my hands on my hips to catch my breath. Once I got it under control, I took a few sips of water and made my way back to the locker room to change. Halfway there, I realized I had left my phone at the track. I jogged back down and grabbed it. As I turned to make my way back, I got the strange feeling that somebody had been watching me. I looked around, doing a complete 360. Nobody was in sight, I shrugged it off, and went inside to change.
When I was leaving the locker room, I checked my phone. I had a few texts from Petrina and Brandon. As I was answering them, I wasn't paying very much attention to where I was walking and as soon as I turned a corner, I ran smack into somebody chest. Considering how flat and muscular it was, I guessed it was a guy.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I apologized, looking up to meet Mr. Reynolds's beautiful grey eyes.
"That's alright, Jasmine, right? You're a teenager. I get it, you're glued to your phone," he smirked jokingly.
"Actually I was just answering a question from my friend. Normally I'm not on it too much," I explained. He just nodded.
"Well, what are you doing here anyways? It's almost 5," he questioned.
"Well, I was just getting a few miles in on the track before I went home," I answered.
"Ah, so you're a runner are you? Well, I happen to have a few races under my belt as well," He smiled, which only made me blush. I looked down trying to hide it.
"Oh, cool. Well I, uh..Should get going," I said.
"Me too. See you in class tomorrow morning."
"Bye," I said, stepping to the side to walk around him. Walking down the hall towards the door, I could see my reflection. And what I saw behind it, surprised me. Mr. Reynolds was standing there, watching me. Not wanting to be awkward, I didn't turn around or say anything. I just kept walking, and eventually left the building and made my way home.