Mr. Smith

P a r t 6

No kids were outside the school as I walked up to it the next week. I felt happy, but lonely at the same time. I feel like all of the kids that I talked to were in trouble. It felt as if almost unfare to not only them, but me as well. Just because I showed up, these kids were suspended... especially Justin. He deserves it though. After ratting on me for doing nothing. Some teachers looked at me as they were having conversations with others, while I walked to my room. "Good morning!" I said waving. "Good morning," A teacher said back to me, "Why are you back?" She said grinning, "I never did anything, Justin "turned me in" for "kissing" him... I never did that..."

"Are you sure you weren't just a little loopy?" She said winking, "Oh I'm sure of it!" I said back to her as I started walking about back to my room. When I finally got there I plugged my laptop in, and set my coffee down. I went through the plans, and then got up as the first 8:00 o'clock bell rang for kids to flood into the building. Kids stopped at their lockers, and the hallways got loud. Groups of seven or eight walked in the hallways together, laughing, and making fun of each other. Why are kids so cruel?

Kids traveled to my room for first hour, and set their stuff in my room, and walked back out into the hallways.

School doesn't start until 8:25, but the kids get here at approximately 8 O'clock. That gives them time to walk around and have a little free time. Some people just do stupid stuff like sit outside and get high before school. I know because I was one of those kids when I was in school. They're the annoying ones that you avoid during the day.

I felt nervous, and I don't know why. I hoped kids wouldn't ask why I was gone for a few days. I'm sure they will, and I'm sure they got told that I got fired, so why not?

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As the first class started kids piled into their seats and I took attendance as they came in. There was the usual tardy kid, and the kids that skipped first period. I stood up from my chair, still looking at my laptop screen. I took my eyes off the screen and scanned the class, eyebrows squinted down, "Goodmorning class!" I said happily. "Mornin'," Was all I heard murmured back. "Okay, so you guys know I'm a new teacher. Never taught in a class like this before, so I'm going to try a new type of teaching." I confirmed, "You will read for 10 minutes, and then you will write a journal entry. Then, I'll get into the lesson!" A silence arose the classroom for a few seconds, "Any questions?" A bunch of hands were raised, "Hazel?" She looked at her friends then back to me, "Where were you? I thought you got fired...?" I rolled my eyes, "Nothing happened, and it's none of your business." I said my voice stern.

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When I arrived home after school I checked my phone and noticed the several texts from Justin. If anything I don't want to talk to him at all right now. I ignored the texts but he kept texting me more and more. He asked what my address was, and then started to call me. Hesitantly I thought about answering the call. "Hello?" I said as I decided to answer the phone call, "Sam, can I please come over. My dad is yelling at me in languages I don't understand..." I furrowed my eyebrows, "No." I said, then held an awkward silence. If he couldn't understand that I'm angry with him then he needs to figure something out. "Why, please just let me come over," I ignored his request and the silence was back. I could slightly hear his dad yelling at him. "Pleas-"

"Fine! I'll text you my address." I yelled then hung up. I quickly texted him my address then set my phone down. His voice echoed in my head, "My dad's yelling at me in languages I don't even understand..." Yet, I should be the one getting yelled at. Yet again, I felt bad for someone other than myself. He shouldn't have said anything. If rather me getting fired than himself interrupting his education.

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After about 20 minutes of silence my front door opened. "Tell me what's wrong." He demanded. "You don't deserve to know. You should already know!" I yelled, my back still turned to him. "What the hell did I do, just tell me." "You fucking told the principal that I kissed, which just got you into more trouble... Didn't it?" I said my voice still raised. I swiveled my chair around to notice he was still too far away from me. I wanted to be able to see his face clearly. "Sam, I'm sorr-"

"Call me Mr. Smith. I'm not supposed to let you call me by my first name." I watched his eyes break down in sadness. "Sa- Mr. Smith, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I was nervous that someone would think otherwise. People in highschool are so rude. I truly love you, and I'm not going to let you go this easy, just because I made some stupid mistake." I had the urge to plow him over and have sex with him. But I can't, "Justin, wow..." I said standing up. He had moved closer to me. "I love you too." I said softly. Slowly we attached our bodies together, my hand moving his long hair out of his face. His hands juggled with mine, and I looked into his eyes. It was truly a magical moment of justice. I don't think I've ever been so in love with the way someone touched me. I had leaned over, and he stood on his tippy toes to reach my lips. Tongue was involved, but, we had our first actual meaningful kiss.

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Shit's about to get a little fucking depressing in the next few chapters. (Sej don't spoil anything).