Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story]

Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story] 3

"Ms. Montgomery, do you have yesterday's homework?"

My cheeks reddened as I realized I had forgotten to do the homework we were assigned. The assignment--it was simple, yet the same, cliched introduce-yourself-to-class type of assignment. We were supposed to fill out an 'All About Me' sheet and then bring it in to class and read it.

Mr. Stone drummed his fingers against the wood of my desk, leaning forward. "Did you forget, Ms. Montgomery?

I had to admit, it was a bit embarassing being the only girl in the class he called by 'Ms.' and her last name. Everyone else was, 'Bethany' or 'Sarah' or 'Katie' or 'Madeline', but he never said, 'Ms. Arch' or 'Ms. Silverman' or 'Ms. Mikula' or 'Ms. DeLuxia.'

I nodded weakly. "Yeah, uh," I paused, scratching the back of my neck. I sighed, setting my arm back on the table. "Yeah, I forgot."

"Johnny McKay," he said loudly, striding ahead to Johnny's desk. "Yesterday's homework,"

I watched in awe as Johnny obediently handed his 'All About Me' sheet to Mr. Stone, and he moved on to the next kid without as much of a glance in my direction.

Has he completely let me off the hook?

Breathing a sigh of relief, I realized I should be grateful he decided to let it slide rather than panic. My shoulders tensed almost immediately after my thought. Mr. Stone let me off the hook for not doing the homework. Mr. Stone let me off the hook for not doing the homework.

Mr. Stone let me off the hook for not doing the homework!

I clamped my lips together, thinking about the possbilities for why he would do such a thing. Was I a favorite? Did he favor me?

My heart began pounding harshly as I realized, yeah, it could be that he favored me. I had never been favored by a teacher before, and being favored by a young, handsome one was beyond anything. Or was it because I was paying him 240 dollars? No, no, I wasn't paying him 240 dollars, I was paying the school board 240 dollars for the missing textbooks.

Which, I have no idea how disappeared anyways. Three textbooks don't just up and vanish on their own, do they?

My thoughts were interjected by Mr. Stone clapping his hands together and began speaking. "Alright. Now that I have proof that all--"  I could swear I say his eyes slide over mine for a split second, and they twinkled again, but then returned to the whole class in general and continued, "of you completed your homework, we can start sharing them to the class. Who wants to go first?"

No hands were raised. Mr. Stone sat halfway on his desk and shifted uncomfortably. Obviously, he wasn't used to how no one in my class ever volunteered for anything. And I mean ever. The most participating kid in our class was probably Izabelle Briunnos, who was a major suck up to teachers. All the teachers. Including the custodian, the cafetaria chefs, and the lady who monitors our lunch period.

But this time, not even Izabelle's hand was in the air.

Slowly, Mr. Stone's lips curled into a sly smile. "Okay, then I'll just have to pick someone to share, won't I?"

His eyes flew over the classroom and paused on mine, searching my face for a moment. I wanted to shrink down in my seat, since I obviously hadn't done the homework and couldn't really share. He averted his eyes to Izabelle, and I then thought he had fallen for her obnoxious kissing up.

He nodded at Izabelle, who was now halfway standing up, and said, "Alright, Amanda. You wanna come up and share?"

I hesitated for a moment, considering he mixed our names up. Izabelle also had that confused look on her face. Then, noticing the triumphant smirk on Mr. Stone's face, realized he was talking about me and tried to make Izabelle get her hopes up.