Bev and Brett

Part 1

Beeeeeeeeeep

Bev sighed as the morning bell for Saint Clary's Academy rang.

And so another typical day begins, she thought. Not resentfully, she did not resent the monotony of her routine, but rather with a shrug-like attitude. There was nothing she could do about her life. It wasn't that it was bad doing the same thing day after day, but sometimes it could begin to feel like a chore.

She settled into her chair and readied herself for the wave of students to crash through her computer lab doors.

Just as the students began to trickle in, Bev had a realization: she had forgotten to print the manual for today's lesson! It was her infamous lesson on word documents. Infamous, she assumed, because all of her students loved it. In it not only did she explain how to type in a document, but also gave important tidbits like how to exit out of the document itself (by pressing the red X as she so helpfully spelled out for the class). What an important lesson. Not like ninth graders already knew how to exit out of word documents. Ridiculous.

She tried to print the instructions, but for some reason, her printer wasn't working.

"Dangflabbit!" she cursed under her breath. She looked at the clock in a frenzy. She didn't have time for this! In a rush she printed the instructions to the computer lab and ran out the door. She rushed down the hall and towards the printer then grabbed her papers.

As she was running back towards the classroom, she looked down at her watch to check the time and felt herself collide with another human, dropping her papers all over the floor.

"Excuse me! Could you watch where you're goin-" she began, thinking a student had run into her. But as she began to hurriedly pick up all of the papers, her hand brushed that of the stranger and she suddenly forgot the rest of what she was going to say.

Before her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her entire life. His bushy eyebrows, unkempt and wild made her heart stir. His balding, shiny head made her catch her breath. His short, wild beard made her swoon.

"I-I-uh...," Bev was at a loss for words. Her cheeks pinked with embarrassment at her inability to find words. But what words were adequate to speak to this human masterpiece!

She finally found her voice, and in a breathy high pitched tone managed to squeak a small, "Sorry".

"N-no it's my fault I'm so sorry," the man said, running his hand down his neck, face flushing. "I'm so clumsy, oh man."

"It's-it's alright, Mr...?"

"Boyle. But you can call me Brett."

Brett. Oh god what a sexy name, Beverley thought (practically swooning).

"Well I have to get to the tech office, but I hope to see you again sometime. What did you say your name was?"

"Beverley," she cooed, lungs made of air. He extended her hand and helped her up. It felt as if there was electricity running through her veins. She turned away, blushing fiercely and practically skipped back into the classroom.

Beverley didn't know it then, but her boring old life would never be the same.