My Teacher and I

Chapter Nine

Returning back to Atticus POV

As I chat with my friends in the bustling hallway, the excitement of the day fills the air. Lilliarna is animatedly discussing a new art project she's been working on, her hands gesturing wildly.

"Seriously, Atticus, you have to see it! I'm mixing digital and traditional styles, and I think it'll be a game-changer!" she exclaims.

"Sounds amazing, Lil! You always know how to push boundaries," I reply, proud of her talent. My other friends nod in agreement, eager to see her latest creation.

Just then, the bell rings, signaling the start of first period. I glance at my watch, and the usual rush of nerves hits me. "Time for art! I can't wait to get started," I say, trying to hide my excitement about seeing Mathew in Greek class afterward.

"Good luck, Atticus! Show Ms. Davies what you've got!" Lilliarna teases, and the others laugh. I roll my eyes, but a smile breaks through.

I make my way to the art room, the familiar scent of paint and clay greeting me as I enter. Ms. Davies is already setting up at the front, her warm smile welcoming us all.

"Good morning, everyone! I can't wait to see what you'll create today," she says, her enthusiasm infectious. I take a seat and pull out my sketchbook, ready to dive into my work.

As I sketch, I can't help but steal glances at Lilliarna, who is deep into her project. The atmosphere is relaxed, and the creativity in the room feels palpable.

"Alright, let's get started!" Ms. Davies calls, moving around the room to offer guidance. I focus on my piece, inspired by the Greek themes we discussed in Mathew's class. It feels like a blend of my interests, and I enjoy the process.

The bell rings, signaling the end of art class, and a mix of excitement and nerves courses through me. Greek class is next, and I can't wait to see Mathew again.

After gathering my things, I walk into the Greek classroom, the familiar sight of Mathew at his desk making my heart race. He looks up, his expression shifting from focus to a warm smile that lights up the room.

"Hey, Atticus! Ready to dive into some mythology today?" he asks, his voice cheerful.

"Absolutely!" I reply, feeling a rush of enthusiasm as I take my seat. The class begins, and Mathew leads us through discussions of ancient stories, his passion for the subject shining through. I hang on every word, feeling inspired.

As the class progresses, I steal glances at Mathew, appreciating how he brings the material to life. The connection we've formed makes the lessons feel even more meaningful.

When the bell rings, signalling the end of class, I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. But I remind myself that we'll have more opportunities to connect.

As the other students filter out, I linger for a moment, catching Mathew's eye. "See you tomorrow?" I ask, hoping to keep this spark alive.

"Definitely, Atticus. Looking forward to it," he replies, his smile making my heart soar.

I leave the classroom feeling hopeful, eager for what tomorrow will bring.

As I approach my car, I'm surprised to see Mathew standing nearby, a casual but confident air about him. My heart races at the sight of him, and I can feel the tension in the air.

"Hey, Atticus!" he calls out, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, Mathew!" I respond, feeling butterflies in my stomach. The moment feels charged, and I can't shake the feeling that something exciting is about to happen.

Without thinking, I take a step closer. "So, about that coffee..."

Before I can finish, Mathew closes the distance between us, his eyes locked onto mine. In one swift motion, he leans in and kisses me—a soft yet passionate kiss that sends shivers down my spine.

Pulling back, he looks at me, his expression a mix of playfulness and seriousness. "I was thinking... why don't we skip the coffee shop? How about a date instead?"

"Really?" I ask, my heart racing even faster. "That sounds amazing!"

Mathew nods, his gaze intense. "Meet me a block away from your house on Saturday at six. Just trust me—it'll be worth it."

"Okay, I'm in!" I reply, excitement bubbling inside me. I'm curious about what he has planned, and I can't help but feel a thrill at the mystery.

He steps back, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Good. And don't be late. I promise you won't regret it."

"I won't!" I assure him, my mind racing with possibilities as he walks away, a confident stride in his step.

As I get into my car, I can't help but grin. The anticipation of our date fills me with energy, and I'm already counting down the hours until Saturday.