Secret Love

1

"The resurrection happened because it seems like something that would happen..." Mr. T*ben continued his lecture, but I wasn't listening. I sat across the room, longing for him.

Kevin T*ben has always been my favorite teacher, but I didn't always have these feelings for him. I remember the first time I felt something for him. It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon when I saw Kevin walk down the hall in a red sweater and dark jeans that perfectly sculpted his hips.

"Let's say that you were texting... I don't know, Joey Stosh..." I was taken out of my daze by mention of Joey Stosh. I HATE Joey Stosh. Kevin always talks about Joey like he's the one I want. I don't want a Desmet boy, all I want is Kevin. I don't want a perfect prom date, I'm into bad boys, and Kevin is the perfect bad boy for me. I fell even more in love with him when he told us the story of the police telling him that the cross he was carrying could be considered a weapon, so he had to get rid of it. He told the entire class that story, but I felt like we were the only two in the room.

*riiiing* Mr. T*ben's lecture was interrupted by the bell. The school day is finally over! I've always dreaded school, but having a class with Kevin at the end of the day always brightens my mood. We all jumped out of our seats and ran towards the door, but before we stepped out in the hall, Mr. T*ben called to us, "Now you might be saying, 'Mr. T*ben, how can I get extra credit? The quarter is almost over, after all.' Well, I have some good news! Meet me in the gym to put away chairs from the prayer service this morning, and you will receive five points extra credit!" I thought to myself, a date with Kevin . . . AND five points extra credit? How could I pass this up? I ran to the gym faster than I've ever ran in my entire life.

There was already small crowd of people in the gym by the time I got there. I tried to hide my jealous feelings towards the girls standing around Kevin, having a conversation. As hard as I tried, I could not wipe the scowl from my face. The second I heard Kevin's voice, my scowl was replaced with a smile. He said loudly in an outburst, "Alright everyone, let's get started!" People scattered around and began picking chairs up, folding them, putting them on the rack, and repeating. Kevin and I both walked towards the same chair rack, each of us holding a chair. He put his away first, and then I, but my chair wouldn't fit like all of the other chairs did. "Here, I got it," said Kevin, like the helpful gentleman he is. But, when he reached for the chair, our hands brushed together. It felt like an electric shock. I felt the tingles lingering on my hand as we made eye contact. The peaceful silence between us was broken when he cleared his throat and said, "There, I fixed it," and walked away to resume putting chairs away.

I didn't move from that spot for a while. I wanted to remember this moment, live in this moment forever. If the feelings that Kevin brings me are this glorious, my feelings for Kevin are not ones that I can repent™. I'm ready to take a ride on the Tobus, and nothing will stop me from getting to Tobcity.