Chasing Miss Conner •OLD VERSION•

Two

|Miss Conner in pic above|

Two

"You-you're Miss Conner?" I'm sure my eyes were as wide as saucers as I stared at her. Both her perfectly shaped brows rose as she turned to face me. "Is that a problem?" Her dimples deepened as she smiled at me. I don't know why but every time she spoke I seemed to just get lost in her voice. It reminded me of piano music, it was soft and alluring but I suspected it had the potential to be heard if it wanted to.

Flustered I tore my gaze away and opened the door. "No, not at all. I just didn't expect you to be so.....young." I cringed and hoped she didn't take that the wrong way. I sneaked a glance at her and found her to be pondering something. "I started college at seventeen and received my masters in English. I could be a college professor should I choose but something led me here instead."

I'm going to be naive and say that something was me. Just because I like that romantic shit.

"So you're what.....23?" She turned that smile on me and I nearly melted. "It's rude to ask a lady her age, didn't your mother teach you that?" My already reddened cheeks deepened in color as she smirked at me in amusement.

"I should um.....get to class." I mumbled, ducking my head as I took a started towards the office. A soft touch on my elbow startled me and I turned to face her. "Wait I just want to check your head one more time. Don't worry, I won't mark you absent." She winked. I felt my breath catch as she leaned in, lightly brushing my hair aside to look at the spot. Her breath fanned my face and I smelled the barest hint of mint.

"Looks like there's just a red mark. Sorry, no battle scars for you to tell your friends." She joked as she stepped away. My very there scar started to itch, and out of impulse I scratched it. She looked at me oddly, but didn't comment on it. "I'll let you get to the office. I won't mark you late so just come in when you have everything sorted out."

I nodded dazedly. Still unable to form a coherent response when her voice continued to send me into a puddle of mush. The sound of her heels faded and eventually my mind rebooted. I still couldn't believe she's going to be my teacher! I ran my hand through my hair with a ragged sigh and followed the sign towards the office.

A older, slightly plump woman smiled at me as I got closer. "Hi I'm Shay Daniels, I just moved here." The woman nodded and typed away at her computer. "Yes! I heard we were getting a new student, how exciting." I winced at her nasally voice. "Alright dear here you are!" She slipped me a piece of paper from underneath the glass. "Your locker combination and schedule is there, and on the back there's a map." I sighed in relief at the map part because I doubted I'd be able to find anything in here without it. I thanked her and started to make my way to class.

I looked over my schedule and was pleased. I only had four classes this year. At my old school I took college classes during my junior year, so I basically have all my credits. But since we moved, this school still needs me to do some of their mandatory classes.

I had Senior English, Civics and Maps, Senior Math, and Art. I wasn't as thrilled for math and civics as I was for English and art, but I still found ways to enjoy them.

I managed to find the elevators which was freaking awesome. How many high schools do you know have elevators? The door dinged as I waited, tapping my foot impatiently. Finally it opened, and I jumped back as a pretty red-haired girl popped out in front of me. My heart pounded at the slight scare. She looked at me in surprise. "You new?" I nodded and she gave me a once-over. "Cool." She stepped out and let me on as she headed in the direction of the office.

Shaking my head at the odd encounter, I pressed the number two button and marveled at the different floors. There were seven of them for each department. The English Department was on the second obviously.

It felt like an eternity once I'd finally been able to step out of the metal box of death. I hated elevators with a passion. Mainly because I'd been kept in a metal box for the first thirteen years of my life. The doctors had to keep me in a plastic bubble because I was so easily susceptible to infections. I shook off the thoughts and glanced at my schedule.

Room 204.

I found it easily and opened the door. Twenty and one pairs of eyes landed on me, making me blush. My gaze immediately found Miss Conner, who smiled at me. "Ah Shay, nice of you to join us." She teased. My heart beat a little bit faster, but I just smiled and handed her the note. "Take a seat anywhere you like, it'll be where you sit the rest of the year, so choose wisely." She warned, making the class laugh.

I faced and ran my eyes over the students. A few boys ogled my legs and made suggestive faces. I rolled my eyes and finally my gaze landed on a girl with short black hair and pretty green eyes. She smiled a genuine smile at me and I immediately took the seat beside her and waited for Miss Conner to start.

The black-haired girl leaned over and I got a faint whiff of cigarettes. "Hey, I'm Genny." She whispered as stuck out her hand for me to shake. I shook it slightly and smiled at her. "Miss Conner is new as well, isn't that weird?" I snickered and winked at her. "Yeah, I actually did know that. We ran into each other in the parking lot."

"Girls, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Miss Conner's voice was sharp as she spoke, but I could detect a little playfulness in her gaze. The class turned and looked at us, I coughed uncomfortably but sat up. "I was just telling Genny here how you ran into me in the parking lot." The class snickered. Miss Conner's cheeks darkened slightly and I smiled, triumphant that I could make her flustered. "Yes well, please keep your conversations class-related while you're in here."

Genny looked at me in wonder and mouthed "sit with me at lunch?" I giggled and nodded before sinking into my seat and trying to focus on the lesson, which was difficult due to a certain pair of cobalt blue eyes and long legs.

This is gonna be a long year.