Detention (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 4

That night, I lay on my bed listening to music and texting Petrina.
So how was detention?
-P
Awkward. He tried to get me to like, tell him about my personal life and stuff.
-J
And?
-P
I ended up learning more about him
-J
Ooh, like what?
-P
Well, he doesn't have a family or anything...
-J
Really? That's weird. Isn't he really attractive?
-P
Maybe he's gay?
-J
LOL I doubt it. I gtg. Talk to u tom.
-P
G'night
-J

I plugged my phone in and laid back down so I was staring at my ceiling. My mind was focused on one, and only one thing, despite my attempts to think about something different. Mr. Reynolds was all I could think about. The way his eyes were so easy to get lost in, how amazing he smelled. How his stubble and muscular build gave him that sexy, rugged look. He was even funny, he had proven that in class on the first day.
"Ugh," I groaned, covering my face and rolling onto my side. I had a crush on my freakin teacher. I was so screwed up.

I made it to school on time the next day. Brandon and I walked into science together, taking a seat at our lab table. Noticing something was different, I looked up to see the chalkboard filled with writing. They looked like directions. Must be we were doing a lab today.
"Good morning everybody," Mr. Reynolds walked in, shutting the door behind him. He took a sip of his coffee before setting it down and looking up at us. His eyes instantly met mine, and I felt myself start to blush. I quickly looked away, not wanting him to notice.
"Your directions are on the board. Follow them step by step, and don't forget the safety tips we discussed yesterday. The chemicals we are working with today aren't dangerous, but I wanted to start easy. I'll be walking around checking your work and answering any questions. You may get started," he directed.
Everyone put on a pair of safety goggles and gloves. Must be I didn't miss too much the day before. I followed suit, turning to look at Brandon.
"Don't I look hot?" He asked. I laughed.
"If you want to think so," I said. Brandon was a good looking guy. He had blonde hair that he kept loosely slicked back. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and his face was well defined with cheekbones to die for and a jaw chiseled by God himself. He didn't play sports anymore, ever since he tore his ACL in a soccer game freshman year. He still kept in shape though, and had a very toned body.
Reading the first set of instructions, Brandon and I each measured out the correct amount of six different chemicals. Once that was complete, we were supposed to mix certain ones together. I went to poor the contents of one beaker into another, but something jostled my arm and made me spill the chemical onto the table. I shot Brandon a glare, and all he did was laugh.
"How's everything going back here?" Mr. Reynolds asked, coming up behind us. I felt his hand on my back as he looked over my shoulder. An icy hot feeling ran up my spine, my nerves on fire. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, my heart sped up slightly.
"Good, except Jasmine's being her clumsy self and spilling everything all over," Brandon teased. I only half heard him though. I was too distracted by the familiar scent of Mr. Reynolds's cologne, how it smelled like a mountain man mixed with a cowboy. Keep your judgements to yourself, you'd love it too.
"Jasmine?" Mr. Reynolds's voice snapped me out of my reverie.
"What? Sorry," I blushed again.
"I was asking if what Brandon said was true," he repeated. I kicked Brandon under the table, turning to look back up at him.
"No, he's lying. He bumped my arm and made me spill it on purpose," I defended myself, causing Brandon to laugh and Mr. Reynolds to smile.
"Whatever you say," Brandon said.
"I'm serious!" I exclaimed, only making Brandon laugh harder, while Mr. Reynolds kept smiling.
"I believe you," he winked, sliding his hand up my back to squeeze my shoulder before walking away. My body went numb as I basically drooled over the man.
"Earth to Jasmine," Brandon waved a hand in front of my face. I turned to look at him.
"Oh, you so have a thing for him," he smirked.
"No!" I shouted a little too loudly, causing a few people to look at us.
"I do not," I argued, lowering my voice.
"I saw the look in your eye," he was till smirking.
"I don't!" My voice grew defensive.
"Okay okay, whatever you say," he said laughing and putting his hands up in defeat. We both got back to work, and I promised myself to be more careful about how I acted around him.

"So how's Kyle?" I asked Pet as I sifted through the clothes on the clearance rack in Flo's, our favorite store in the mall.
"He's amazing," she replied smiling. "Yesterday he showed up at my house with flowers. He said he just wanted me to know how much he cares about me."
"Awe oh my God!" I squealed, hugging her happily. "I so wish I could have that," I said.
"Well from what I hear, you've got eyes on Reynolds," Pet said, looking at me with a devilish grin.
"I'm going to strangle Brandon," I gasped.
She laughed, "Oh come on, I could so see you getting with a teacher. Sneaking all around, breaking every school rule," she said.
"Pet!" I exclaimed, my cheeks burning.
"See, there it is! You love him!" She scream-shouted.
"No! It's just a small crush," I replied, instantly covering my mouth.
"I knew it!" She giggled excitedly. I slapped my forehead, embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," she assured, still looking at me with that stupid grin. Oh well, I guess if somebody had to know, I was glad it was her.
"You better not," I demanded, and she laughed.
We left, having bought two outfits each. We went to Mr. Squeeze, our favorite smoothie stand. Pet ordered, and when she got her smoothie I ordered.
"Could I get a small strawberry banana please?" I asked.
"Sure thing," the girl behind the counter smiled. I was asking Pet about her plans for the weekend when somebody called my name.
"Jasmine?" It was a deep, rich voice that sounded all-too-familiar. I turned, my stomach leaping into my chest.
"Mr. Reynolds," I said, not helping the smile that formed.
"I guess it really is a small world," he said, returning the smile. I nodded in agreement.
"That'll be $2.50," the cashier said, making me turn back around.
"Oh, hang on," I said, opening my wallet.
"Here, let me get that," Mr. Reynolds said, leaning around me and brushing my arm slightly, to hand the girl a five dollar bill.
"Keep it," he told her.
"No Mr. Reynolds, you really don't have to," I said.
"I insist. Don't bother arguing," he smiled genuinely. "I'll see you tomorrow in class," he said, walking away without accepting the money I held out to him. I watched him leave, noticing that he had on a pair of jeans and a polo instead of a shirt and tie.
"That, is Mr. Reynolds?" Pet asked, once he was out of earshot. I nodded, taking a sip of my smoothie.
"Damn girl, I see why you like him! That is one sexy piece of man!" She stated. I almost choked, but couldn't disagree.